Miranda Duran sat up quickly from the third quarter of the bed. Her eyelids were still tired, but she had an interview to prepare for. She yawned loudly and scratched her armpit uncomfortably. She got out of bed and ran her fingers through her unkempt hair. She grumbled since she was still tired but needed to get dressed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she examined the wall clock: it was 8:40 a.m., and the interview was set for 9:00 a.m.
She dashed to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and taking a bath. She was doomed from the start. How did she manage to sleep that much? She hurriedly dried her hair with a towel after finishing her bath and grabbed up the cloth that had been splattered with mud the day before, despite the fact that it had been splattered with mud then she had scrubbed it and it was spotless yesterday. She gave a kind grin.
She said a silent prayer and dashed out of the room, almost colliding with Aaron, who was exiting his room as well.
"Aunty, good morning. Are you planning on attending the interview? You are running late. It's 9:20 a.m." Aaron scolded, pouting.
"Yes, indeed. Why didn't you go ahead and wake me up?" Miranda smirked.
" Do you recall the last time I woke you up and you spat on me?" Aaron said something cute.
"Please accept my heartfelt apologies. What happened to your mother?" Miranda inquired, her shoe still on her foot.
" She's in the kitchen," says Aaron. Miranda dashed to the kitchen to get a sip of water.
" You're running late." Claudia was ecstatic.
"I know. I have to leave. Goodbye." Miranda responded and bolted out of the house. The toughest part was catching a bus since she had to wait another 5 minutes for one. Her mouth fell when she arrived at the company. It was a breathtaking sight to witness. The structure was lavish, standing tall with numerous glass windows, a large parking area, and a billboard reading TEMPLETONS ENTERPRISE.
She didn't have much time to take in the architecture, so she rushed inside and went right to the receptionist. The receptionist was a blonde, and based on the way she looked at Miranda, she didn't appear to like her; she snorted and led Miranda to the fifth floor where the interview was held.
Miranda rushed to the elevator, eagerly waiting for it to take her up. When it squeaked, she stepped out and found herself on a different floor. She was startled to see that there was no interview going on.
She smiled when she heard noises coming from a door at the end of the path. 'Perhaps that was the interview room,' she reasoned.
She moved towards it, holding her breath, but she came to a halt in front of the door and laid her head on it. She could hear muted sounds like flesh clenching and groans.
"Yeah, yes, yes, master. Please don't do it." A woman's whimper was heard by her.
Is it possible that they're having a fling? Wasn't this supposed to be an interview?
She was perplexed as to what they were up to. She leaned in closer to the door, but it wasn't locked, so as soon as she placed her weight on it, it sprang open, tripping her on her leg and causing her to slip forward.
She yelled as she stumbled forward, unable to regain her equilibrium, and landed with a tremendous hit on her knees. She could feel four pairs of eyes looking down at her as the room fell silent.
Then she realized she was in the room where the moaning came from. She chewed her lower lip. Why was she so clumsy all the time?
She was finally doomed, oh no.
Someone was seated with his legs crossed just in front of her. He wore black leather designer shoes, which she could see.
Something knocked on her senses, and she knew who was there before she even raised her head. That icy sensation.
" What are you doing here?" says the man. He inquired coldly.
She slowly raised her head to confirm her thoughts. She locked eyes with him because that voice sounded familiar.
She prayed the ground would simply swallow her whole. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
"For the love of God! Please don't tell me this is Andrew Templeton."
The man who was meant to be her employer...
Miranda realized she was doomed. As a grin appeared on his lips, her eyes dilated in surprise.
"Are you surprised?" He laughed.
Her skin was as white as chalk, and she had a pale complexion.
" Get out of here." He stated calmly. She didn't realize he wasn't talking to her until she spotted a lady leaving nude with a libido.
It's no surprise she was hearing such noises. Maybe he forced her to fuck herself in front of him.
Miranda's shoulders trembled due to the cold atmosphere in the room. This man had been offended by her.
She sprang to her feet and discovered a stinging cut on her knee.
"Please accept my apologies for intruding. I'm going to get going."She said, afraid to look him in the eyes. Her hands were trembling, and she couldn't feel her legs. So she had smashed Andrew Templeton's Lamborghini?!
"Take one more step, cupcake, and I'll make sure you and your best friend spend the rest of your lives in prison together." She came to a halt as she heard his menacing voice from behind her. He had no way of knowing she had a best friend. And what does she anticipate from The Templetons' second son, who has all of the necessary networks and information? They are obscenely well-off. They have the ability to purchase two countries.
After the event, he must have conducted an inquiry on her, but it was just yesterday, and it hasn't even been 48 hours, and he already knows a lot about her.
" Now turn around and come here!" She turned around and walked back to his front when he snarled and made her cringe.
" That's my girl," says the narrator. He cooed sweetly.
He got out of his seat and came towards her, and she was startled to see how near he was to her. He was so tall that he seemed to be staring down on her. He stood 6 feet tall and had amazing arbs. The arbs,.
"Sir, you are standing so near," she coughed uneasily.
He grinned slyly and resumed his examination of her. He put his hand on her shoulder and began stroking it. What exactly is he up to?!
"Cupcake, you did a fantastic job. I looked through your diploma, but it appears that you attended Las Vegas's most out-of-date college. You irritated me."
His chest brushed against hers, and she could feel her nipple straining against his muscular chest. Then she realized she hadn't worn a bra with her. She took a breath and blushed.
Why was he referring to her as a cupcake?
"You don't have any social standing. You're merely a jobless lady in dire need of work. Do you believe you're qualified to work for me?" His words slashed her to the core. He was insulting her, and his comments were quite hurtful. She realized she couldn't say anything since she lacked his power.
Hearing his nasty comments hurt her heart.
" Is it okay if I leave?" She muttered something.
"You are not permitted to go, Cupcake. You must repay what you owe me." With his strong voice, he stated. Wait. She couldn't go since she wasn't permitted. What was it that she owed him?!
" What exactly are you on about?! " She inquired, puzzled.
"Are you still interested in the job?! " He inquired, and she responded with a nod.
"Then you must comply with my instructions. I'll make you regret destroying my favorite Lamborghini if you don't do as I say. Do you understand me?!" He sounded like a ruthless killer.
" Yes, I do." She murmured something. Her legs were trembling wildly. She trembled as his hands began to trace down her face. She could feel his hot breath on her collarbone as he proceeded to her neck. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his breath on her skin.
" My chauffeur will arrive at 7 p.m. to fetch you up, so be ready." He gave the command and then took a few steps back from her, putting some distance between them.
"What should I be prepared for? What am I going to do?!" He was questioned by her.
" Just be ready; don't ask me any questions." He said that, his gaze piercing my soul.
" Yes, sir," says the narrator. She bowed and rolled her eyes.
" You're free to go."
She was certain to inform Claudia of all that had occurred.
To be continued...
"Wait, what did you just say?! You mean Andrew Templeton, the man you smashed his Lamborghini yesterday? "You're in a lot of danger, girl." Claudia yelled as she paced around the little sitting area." To be clear, I didn't wreck his car. I'm frightened since it simply scratched. "It's the way he looks at me," she says. She was biting her lower lip and fiddling with her fingernails." Can you tell me how he looks at you?! " Claudia enquired." As if he wants to eat me, or as if I'm the prey and he's the predator. You should have seen how he rubbed his hands on me earlier today. " Miranda muttered under her breath, her arms crossed." It's only your fantasies," says the narrator. Claudia made
Andrew's lips pressed on her neck. She planned to shove him away and drown, but he drew her closer to him, his grasp on her waist tightening. She'd never had a kiss like this before. She was still a novice and a virgin. She didn't want to spend her first day with her icy employer." I'm not interested in this. I'm not interested in you. "Excuse me... " He moved his hands away from her butt to her underwear as she muttered. She let out a gasp."How come you didn't wear a bra?! So you've come to seduce me?" He grinned." No, sir. "I forgot to put one on." She sneered."Are you also saying you forgot to put underpants on in the morning?! I could easily see your ass from the dress you were wearin
With the harsh gaze he gave her, she glared at him with fury in her eyes, but she didn't dare to say anything." I'm not a whore," she says. She trembled as she felt his chilly grip on her neck, whispering. She flinched as his hands wrapped around her back. Was he about to suffocate her?!" You should stay quiet while I'm talking to a whore like you." He cooed into her ears as he yanked the blanket away from her body."How come I'm still a virgin if I'm a whore?" She responded with a reply."Cupcake, oh cupcake. Because you let me bust your lovely cherry last night, you're no longer a virgin." He grinned, his gaze falling on her bare breasts. He knelt down and sucked one of Miranda's nipples
"What don't you understand about a suitable woman?! Not a whore. " Damien had a frown on his face."She is, without a doubt, a whore. She's my whore." Andrew responded by inhaling her fragrance.Miranda felt so worthless that two powerful brothers had called her a whore three times today. What were they doing with her?! And he's talking about marrying her?!"Prepare yourself, cupcake. We're on our way to our castle." With a little pinch on her waist, he muttered.Castle?!"What kind of castle is this? Do you live in that area?" She inquired, her voice surprised.
Miranda approached the door and opened it, revealing the man's face, who appeared to be preparing to strangle her." You are coming with me!" He snatched her wrist and began dragging her across the street to a Maybach parked across the street. She gazed longingly at the newest Maybach. She couldn't believe she was about to get into one."Can you tell me where you're taking me?! " She inquired."To the castle. Why did you leave the office in the first place?!" He snarled." I went home to get myself some underwear." She murmured something." When we arrive at the castle, I'm definitely going to punish you." He stated his case.&n
Miranda entered a room and gasped as she realized it was a garden. In the castle, there was a garden. She was taken aback by the beauty of the flowers in the garden. She walked up to the swing in the middle of the yard and sat down. She had to admit that this was one of the most gorgeous areas of the castle. Andrew walked in and she instantly got up as she heard footsteps. "I had a feeling you'd show up here. Let's go somewhere, shall we?" He stated " Where are we going?! " She enquired. "Please don't bother asking me any questions, cupcake. Simply follow my instructions." He reminded her, and she muttered as she walked towards him, unsure of where he was leading her.
WARNING: Mature contents. Miranda recoiled in terror as she gazed at the lady who had scared her. She had black hair and dark eyes, and she was quite attractive and refined, yet her tone was more authoritative. "How did you end up here?! " She screamed " I got lost and decided to have a seat here." She responded. " What in the world did you do to the painting?! " She snarled and knelt down to examine it. "Please excuse me. Who are you?!" Miranda inquired as she stared at the lady with her arms folded. "Emily is my name. What exactly were you doing in this
As he walked on the carefully expensive tiles, his expensive black leather shoe reverberated, the powerful aroma of his perfume captivating everyone in the boardroom, and the room grew frigid as he stepped in. Miranda trailed behind him, clutching some files in her hands as she exclaimed over the size of the boardroom, which had everyone on their feet in a show of respect for his presence.Andrew proceeded to his seat on the single portion in the center with authority and sat down comfortably. Miranda sat hesitantly in the chair beside him after he ushered her to do the same. She could feel the other women in the room staring at her, and she couldn't figure out why! Before they sat down, everyone, including the board members, waited for him to take his seat." Let's get this meeting started," says Andrew. They all opened