“Your job is a meaningless one. You are trying to spy on Rachel Blake and let me guess, Reece Norman asked you to kidnap her, right?”He nodded vehemently.I stuffed the pistol back into my back pocket.“Don’t go around doing risky jobs, and if you work for Reece, be careful. I don’t like being followed around, stay off my path and also, tell Reece this little advice. He can’t hide in the shadows forever and, he can’t have Rachel...” I smiled sweetly at him,“... Goodnight... homie.”I walked out on him, strolling back to where my car was parked. People were watching and it didn’t matter to me. I entered the car, Rachel looked frightened. I guess she saw everything.“It’s alright now, stop being afraid.”“You, You killed a man like it’s nothing, Jake. Wh, What made you do that?”I turned on the engine,“Nothing at all, it’s just self defense. Besides, they were after you and Reece sent them to kidnap you.”She flinched.“Kidnap me?! How is it possible?!! And how do you know?!!!”“His phone
♠️RYAN♠️ We were in my apartment together, thankfully, it had been cleaned up very early in the morning and Bella was playing a soft slow music. I walked to the desk close to the end of the window, picking up the cigarette pack laying on it.I tilted my head to the side to take a glimpse of Rachel. She was standing in front of the entrance door, she looked scared and flustered. I get it, to her, I am a monster, an unpredictable and unpretentious ruthless gangster. If only she knew, I was protecting her from a number of things.The world... the world is a wicked place. People use people and not things. I sighed, walking towards her with the cigarette pack in my hand. She looked at me and then her eyes fell on what I was holding.“Do you wish to smoke with me?” I asked, my tone was calm.She nodded, taking a cigarette stick from the pack. I was surprised to see she wasn’t hesitant.“Lighter?” She asked.I stuffed my hand into my pocket, in search of one. I took it out, handing it t
She turned off the vibration, slowly taking out the butt plug from my ass you have the worst safe word ever jake. I collapsed on the bed, huffing, heaving and panting. She took off the cuffs and the shackles.“You don’t like getting tortured?” She asked.I took off the blindfold,“I don’t. Haven’t been a sub before.”I turned around on the bed to look at her. She was busy putting the stuffs back into the box,“I am impressed. How you played the role perfectly, it was a surprising feeling.”She glanced at me, her eyes fell on my cock.“You are still erect.”I glanced down at it to see she was right.Yeah... about that...” I looked at her,“... the cock ring, you haven’t taken it off.”She moves into the bed, crawling to where I sat. She placed her knees on each of my sides, my legs were in between hers.She took out the ring, tossing it on the bed.“Jake?” She called.“Yes baby girl.”She had her eyes fixed on my cock, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking about. She looked into my eyes “Make
I chugged on the bottle of wine, downing every content and then wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. ou’ve always been a shadow, a shadow that lurks behind me for no reason.I tapped the ashes on the ashtray. I am getting addicted to you every minute. Every single time i look into those eyes, it gently caresses my thoughts. I get aroused by just watching you be a man.Still, I have plans. Plans to make you suffer, plans to make you wish you never trespassed. You are very smart and strange at the same time. I smirked.You are falling for me, and even though you are acting tough towards me, I can read the messages in your eyes.You are obsessed with me, and that’s your biggest mistake.“Hello! Who is home?!!” My door suddenly flung wide open with Zoe stepping into my apartment, holding shopping bags and a big tote bag.I was startled but when I saw her smiling face, I frowned.“You should know how to knock. Just because I registered your thumb prints on the scanner, that...”She rol
I sat back on the couch.His eyes were on my neck, making me wonder, what the hell is he looking at.“You have a wound on your neck. What happened to you there?”I smirked, Hmm... my eyes skimmed over the flower vase that stood in a corner. Memories of that night in the hotel room with Jake subdued my consciousness. I chuckled, stroking my lips with my thumb delicately.“How would I bloody know? After you drugged me...” I glanced at him to see he was staring at me, intently. I sighed,“... why are you here, Reece? You didn’t come to interrogate me, you are here for something else, right?”Before I could think of anything to say, he grabbed my arm, yanking me up from the couch. I shuddered from the suddenness, staring into his hardened eyes.“I can see you are nothing but a lowlife. Thankfully, it was a great thing that your father called off the engagement. I’m returning you to your father.”I jolted in response to his words.“My father?!!”“Yeah. Old man Collins asked to bring you
••••🍀RACHEL🍀|Manhattan,New York|Collins Manor|:|A Month Later|:“You haven’t eaten from your plate, my love. Do you want to have something else?” Father asked.We were having breakfast in the gazebo of the central garden that circumnavigated the paths that led to other peculiar gardens.My father lived a lavished lifestyle. Everything was to his disposal, he could afford anything he ever wanted due to his purchasing power. Unlike the satisfaction that wealth brought, it can never be substituted for happiness. I sighed, cutting into the Confit De Canard(Duck Confit) with aid of my cutleries. A French dish comprising of duck meat, salted and boiled in oil and then preserved in a cool place.It was my favorite dish as a child, thus, my father always made sure that it was specially prepared by one of the best chefs in the world and served to me whenever I wanted.I was spoiled by him. A spoilt brat who always had her way as long as the name Blake was concerned.Due to my father’s nature of
April 16th,2003” Reece said, he had his eyes on Ryan.“Stop worrying too much about that date and just enjoy the party.” Father said, pouring himself some champagne in a wineglass.Father looked like he was in doubts, he kept glancing at me, as though he was observing my body.I stared at Reece, his eyes kept darting at Jake in the most suspicious manner. It made me want to ask if he had met him before now.“... and now, since we don’t intend to waste your time, may the auctioning begin.” He said.***** The auction had ended, everyone stood as the chairs and tables were moved aside. Mingling and mixing up with other aristocrats wasn’t my thing. I stood in a pretty dark corner close to the large balcony, chugging on a bottle of champagne. I can’t be seen by Ryan, worse, I don’t want to have a conversation with him.My heart kept thumping.Why am I here?I should have refused to come. I should have feigned sickness or something.My face drooped, I felt really tired and my toes were sore.
••••♠️RYAN♠️ Out of the curtains, stood thousands of people, clapping as I move out to reveal myself to the public.It was a drastic decision I made, though I prefer the much needed privacy, this was all part of the strategy.After making my speech and unveiling the sculpture, the bidding commenced. One thing I love about aristocrats, is their ability to showcase their purchasing power.And as I thought, Collins Blake would go for it.Even a blind man could tell that that’s a sculpture of Rachel scrumptious body. I am pretty sure Collins wanted to buy it off because he may have suspected it to be hers. I know Collins, protector of his self acclaimed dignity and imagine having a man do a naked, faceless sculpture of your daughter’s body, I am sure you would want to buy it off immediately.$40m,and Collins wins the auction.I left the stage to go have a word with Alec Macquarie, a high school friend of mine who was a renowned pathologist.He was the one who helped me in secur