Semua Bab What It Means to be His: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Mr. Simmons instructed me on everything that I needed to know and everything that I needed to do.  I was to be the only one to travel in and out of the room. Since the owner’s importance, he had a security detail that always stayed by the door. I had to formally introduce myself to the room and alert them that I would be the only one catering to the that evening. The meeting was going to be held for the full duration of my shift. When I went away for a break, Mr. Simmons would take over for me.   I had to prepare the room for the party that had yet to show. It did not take much to get the room ready. Now, I was just waiting. I have been waiting fo

Most of the evening went as such.  I knock on the door, it opens. I walk in, the room is silent. Don stares into my very soul, I grow uncomfortable. I deliver food, I leave. Lather, rinse, repeat.  That was about it. They did not want me in the room listening to their conversation, but they also did not want me to serve any other party in case I was needed. So, when I was not needed, I did absolutely nothing.  Well, not completely. The bar grew busy, so I did assist with that, but that was about all

Words could not describe how I was feeling as I walked out of that room. Though I was able to pull myself together and fix my appearance well enough to hide the events that played out moments ago, I still felt like everyone was staring at me with judgement in their eyes.  But I knew it was all in my head. At least for the most part. I am quite sure all four of his guards knew what went down behind the doors they stood in front of.  Before I could walk away to finish my job, Don grabbed my arm. 

My head was bowed, and my eyes glued to the fingers that played upon the piano keys.  I was excited to play this song. It spoke to me on another level. Each time I heard it, and ache of need panged my bones. It spoke of something I never had the chance to experience. Love. But not just any kind of love. The type of love this song spoke of was the type of love that I always wish I could witness myself.  To have someone see the very things that make you shine. The one that will set my skin ablaze and allow me to sparkle with a glowing glitter. I never had some

“I have to have you.”  My heart pounded in my chest from his words. I frowned at him and licked my lips. They felt dry despite the rain growing heavier and pelted them with their droplets. This action drew Abaddon’s attention to them. He began to slowly lean in, and I shook my head. I placed my hand on his chest and softly pushed him away. This was the problem. Every time we meet, he ends up between my legs. I cannot continue to act this way. I cannot keep a clear head around this man. I am more than just a body he can pounce on whenever he is in the mood.