DavidI dress Sarah the best I can. She squirmed with every touch, begging for sex. I wrap her in one of the blankets and pick her up, bridal style.When I pass by the reception, some people look at us, but as Sarah puts her arms around my neck trying to kiss me, everyone thinks we are a newly married couple or lovers.I lay Sarah in the back seat of Thomas's car and take her home. Looking for the keys in her suitcase, I open the door to her house with one hand while trying to balance her.After closing the door, I take her to her bedroom and, discarding the blanket, lay her on the bed.Sarah didn't stop twitching and moaning.- David, please. I need you. I need you inside me. Fuck me.- Sorry Sarah. The thing I wanted most was to make love to you, but never when you are in that state.- I don't want to make love. I want you to fuck me. Take me, please.My traitor dick swelled, and I became uncomfortable with the pressure against my zipper. Drugged Sarah was way too much for me to han
SarahThe night I spent with Simon was the worst night of my life. He had used my virgen body and done things to me that I had never imagined possible.I screamed, not in pleasure, but in pain.Unlike me, he took all the pleasure he could get from my body. My brutally taken virginity and the things he did to me were enough for him. I signed a contract for life… or until he wants it to last.I found out that day that he was cold as ice. His wife died, and he left his 16-year-old son at home and went to the hotel to put me through hell.Flashback Simon wanted to get rid of the obstacles he had at home. His wife was too old for him to appreciate or fuck and too attached to his youngest son.Simon's second wife appeared a few years after the first one disappeared, and David, the offspring of this union, was born 16 years after Michael.He still hoped to make a man out of David, but to do so, he had to get out from under his mother's skirts.David was raised under his mother's wing. Both
SarahDidn't I tell you not to serve more than three glasses of alcohol to Mr. Campbell? How did you serve him to the point where he ended up in this state? I must tell Simon you want his younger son to start an altercation here or something worse.Don't judge without asking, Miss Scott. Mr. Campbell was already drunk when he arrived. We only served him one drink, and he had been annoying the bartenders for at least an hour for more alcohol.I look at David. That was possible. He knows he can’t get drunk here.- Let’s go, David. You made enough of a full of yourself.- New mommy, are you here to spank me? It would be best if you spanked Theo, too. He is high as a kite.I roll my eyes.- Move it, David. - Miss Scott, I don't know if I like people taking my clients against their will.- I would like to know if the legal age for a bartender has changed in the last few hours because that one is barely 18.Oh, miss, he's just there to wash glasses and clean tables. You only need to be 18
Sarah- Maybe in the past, I was like you think, but not anymore. I’m not the scarred girl who lost her father. I work for your father for ten years. You don’t know anything about me or the things I did… the things he made me do. - I don´t care. I’m in love with you.That made me cry. I do, too. I'm in love with him. So much in love. I may have lost my virginity and innocence along the way, but being with him is like having sex for the first time. Indeed, he was the first man to make love to me. Caring about me feeling good and not just a meaning for his relies only.- I can’t. We can’t. It’s not just about me. My life doesn’t matter. It's my mom… your life. Simon will kill you and move on. Do you think we will go softly because you are his son?- I know he won't, but I’m not afraid.- You should be afraid.I move away from him, take a shower, and get ready for work. He does the same in the guest room.After eating something, we go to my car, which is already at my door.I had a busy
DavidAs expected, my father found out what had happened and was furious with me. He wanted legal businesses to stay just that, legal~, and fare apart of his real monay machine.Everyone know that stuff, but provit...That's way using his name to intimidate a customer was anything but some fucked up thing.I didn't want to use his name for anything, considering he's the one I want to destroy. But it was exciting to see that idiot shit his pants, so, what's more hate from my "dear ol father"?There wore nothing he could do now, but he warns me this cannot and will not happen again—like if I wonted to do that shit again.- I hope this doesn't happen again, David. I don't need people out of control in the organization.- I don't belong to any organization.Simon gets up from the sofa, where he was waiting for dinner time, and approaches me.- I didn't hear you well. Do you mind repeating it?- I don't belong to an... - the sentence is interrupted by a slap that makes my head turn almost
David- Why are you laughing? I bet if wore you…- Was it because of the noise or because he may be fucking Sarah?I can’t answer that question, so Theo says:- I don't understand how she can... Jesus Christ. - He says, sticking out his tongue and pretending to vomit.- Me too, especially when…- When what?- Nothing.- David!- What?- Did you…God, you did.- I’m in love with her, Theo.- And she loves you back?- I like to think so, but I don't know. She keeps telling me she's my father's wife-to-be.- And she is. Your father will bury you alive. God, David, your father has known her for years, and you have just met her. Don’t be stupid. Sometimes, I think you don’t know your father.- Oh, but I know him very well.- No, you don’t. You know the same as everyone: rumors. You don’t know the real Simon. That’s why he's the most powerful man in the US. Because everyone knows, but no one can prove it. He owns the damn police. – Theo whispers.SarahAfter that fight, David barely talked
DavidI know I have a tail. Every time something happens or I go somewhere, my father knows exactly where I am. But whoever he is, he's good. Even someone with experienced eyes like me can't identify it.Nobody knows me. Well, that's not true. One person knows almost everything about me. Sousa, my partner.Not even Theo, my best friend, knows what I've been doing in the last four years that I haven't returned to the US.It's hard to keep this part of my life secret from Theo. I can trust him, but he would be in danger if he knew.My father doesn't even dream. No one dreams, in reality, that the only good thing he, my father, did for me was send me to England.God, I shudder to think what my fate would have been if he had decided to continue trying to shape me into his image.He thinks he can do it now, without the rebelliousness of my 16-year-old self, but I'm not the same person he sent away.However, when I searched Sarah's office and Simon's office here at home, I hadn't found any
SarahAnother sleepless night. It wasn't difficult to decide to take a pill and lie down waiting for the drug to knock me out. But the pill did not give me a night's rest.Simon didn't call me because of David. If anything happened, Simon went to look for him. David is taking a big risk and playing with a sense of morality that Simon doesn't have. As hard as it may seem, he would kill his son, and that wouldn't come as a surprise to me.No, he arrived only six weeks ago. Simon won't give up so quickly on turning him into someone useful to him. Some copy of himself.These last few days, I have not seen David's interest in me. It seems he is finally moving on with his life, on a path separate from mine. It hurts. How I wish everything were different, but it's better this way.Sitting at my desk, I try to focus on what I have in front of me, but today, my most important job wasn't here. I hate what I have to do and myself for doing it.My stomach turns just knowing that the man I have
DavidI know I have a tail. Every time something happens or I go somewhere, my father knows exactly where I am. But whoever he is, he's good. Even someone with experienced eyes like me can't identify it.Nobody knows me. Well, that's not true. One person knows almost everything about me. Sousa, my partner.Not even Theo, my best friend, knows what I've been doing in the last four years that I haven't returned to the US.It's hard to keep this part of my life secret from Theo. I can trust him, but he would be in danger if he knew.My father doesn't even dream. No one dreams, in reality, that the only good thing he, my father, did for me was send me to England.God, I shudder to think what my fate would have been if he had decided to continue trying to shape me into his image.He thinks he can do it now, without the rebelliousness of my 16-year-old self, but I'm not the same person he sent away.However, when I searched Sarah's office and Simon's office here at home, I hadn't found any
SarahI knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.- You don’t understand.- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.His hands ran over
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate. - There's no point in crying. - Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want. I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long. - send the weapons here. I obey. - get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs. Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long. - All. I want you lying naked in that same place. That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here. I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible. He puts the gun on the table. - don't do anything crazy. – h
SarahThe shots don't stop, and I don't have my weapons. The police didn't let me keep any. Idiots. And now? How I defend myself.Oreo looks at me without realizing what's going on. He never comes inside, and now I'm here clinging to him in the kitchen.As suddenly as the shots started, they stopped. I wouldn't know if the Interpol men won or if they were lying dead on the ground.No more shots were fired at my window, but that doesn't mean anything. They didn't expect me to be watched.- Stay. – I order Oreo, stretching out my index finger, and he lies on the floor.Carefully, I leave my hiding place, move close to the floor, and go to the counter, where I take a knife from the drawer. Then, still crawling, I go to the entrance and look outside.Nothing could be seen, which was a bad sign. If the police had won, they would certainly be coming here to find out if I was alive.I wait a few moments and nothing happens.Would they have killed each other mutually?Of course, expecting th
SarahAfter last night, the last thing I needed was to be woken up by Simon. When I pick up the phone, I can't help but roll my eyes.- Good morning, Simon. Don't tell me that David is in trouble again.- No. That idiot has a hangover. It serves him well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you to stop by my office before going to work. I need to talk to you face to face.- I'll be there as fast as possible, but did I do something wrong? I got David…- You did nothing wrong, my dear. I want you at my office. You don’t need to run; I’m still at my house.And he hangs up.“Fuck. What he won’t now? Hope it’s not sex.”I can stop a chill in my stomach.Flashback to hellAlone, locked in the office of the man who caused her father's death, she begs under the man's cold gaze.- Miss Scott, business is business. Your father knew the conditions when he accepted my money. What do I care if you're going to live on the street with your mother? That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt.-
SarahTo my amazement, I smell freshly brewed coffee when I wake up.I get up, do my morning rituals, and get dressed for work. When I enter the kitchen, David is making scrambled eggs.He feels my presence, and turning his head back, and with a smile, he says:- Good morning, Sarah. I took the liberty of making breakfast. Sit down, and I'll serve you. There you have coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice, French toast, bacon, and... - he turns and pours some of the scrambled eggs onto a plate near me. - scrambled eggs.- Thank you for the breakfast, but you shouldn't have bothered yourself with me. I only drink coffee in the morning.- Oh, come on, Sarah. Just eat a little. You will not regret it. My French toast is the best you have ever had. - I roll my eyes. - At least keep me company.- My name is "Stepmother" or Miss Scott.David holds up his hands and grimaces. Sit down and start eating.I sigh and sit in front of him. Maybe eating a little wouldn't be that bad; the aroma of ba
- Do you think what she knows could harm us? - Anything can harm us, but she doesn't know anything to prove my involvement. Many things connect her to business more than to me. - And the wedding?- I already ordered everything to be canceled. I will publish that my fiancée has not yet been found and that the wedding has been postponed. - Dad, wouldn't it be wise to keep LA out of crime for now? Father is rich, and the business is legal… - Don't be stupid. No one can find the trail of what I do. As for legal business, I have an idea. - What idea? - Your brother will hate it, but it's the perfect solution. - What solution? - I ask, confused. - I will pass all legal business into your name. - You're right. Mickael won't accept it... - … and I'll pass on the other business to Mickael. Mickael wants to be the boss, and the business's value is five times what the legal business gives. Michael won't be upset... much. - Is the father going to retire? Don't be an idiot. I will ret