Mystery girl

Brandon's POV

"Come back to bed, tiger!" The British model whispered seductively in my ear, as I sipped from a glass of my favorite wine.

I was standing on the balcony of my multi-million dollar penthouse, looking down at the beautiful night view of the city before me.

Her hands were soft and sensual, as she slid them down my torso, but they weren't enough, not enough to make me forget about that feisty, little spitfire from about three weeks ago.

I've bedded a lot of women and high-class models since then, but none could successfully get my mind off those hazel eyes. Her sweet, feminine scent and the sound of her voice lives rent-free in my memory. Makes me wonder just how well she could moan.

"Mmm.. you're hard already." The model chuckled in delight, bringing her hand down to the bulge in my panties.

"Not for you." I told her in a bored tone, before turning around and pulling away from her.

I watched her expression morph from shock to disappointment, but I wasn't at all fazed. Like every other woman I've slept with, I knew what she really wanted.

"I won't be needing your services anymore." I spoke calmly to her.

"You can take your leave now. I'll have Fernando write a cheque of a hundred and fifty million dollars for you."

And just like that, I saw her eyes light up, confirming my initial suspicions. All they're really after is money, and it's a good thing I have lots of that. I'll have as many women as I want, even that hazel-eyed bitch.

I remember the fear in her eyes after she slapped me that night and right then and there, I made a decision to do whatever it takes to have her on my bed. I'll spread her apart and go deep inside her, until my name is the only word leaving her lips. She definitely looked like a fiery one, and I was more than eager to put out her flames. 

I heard the door slam shut, indicating that the British model was now gone, and I was alone in my room. Finally!

My doorbell suddenly rang and, without having to look, I already knew who was there. 

"Come in." I ordered him.

Michael stepped into my room, bowing his head in greeting, and I shifted my attention to him. 

I run my own mafia gang, and it isn't unusual for me to have men working for me, smart men like Micheal. I had him keeping an eye on "her" for me and I hoped he already had enough to report to me about. 

Micheal wasn't the best when it came to good looks. Scars littering his face made it difficult for people to trust or even look at him, but not me. I instantly saw him as an asset, and he has never failed to prove me right.

"Boss!" He greeted me, earning a subtle nod.

"I did as you ordered," he said.

"And?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Her name is Danielle Owens, and she's a final year student of Bayard College," he said.

"Mmm.." I muttered, mulling over the information I had just received. Danielle? A student? How the hell did she find herself in a stripper's house then? It wasn't making complete sense to me.

"Does she have any parents?"

"Yes boss... A father." He answered, but a look on his face told me there was more to that.

"Go on."

"Well...she lives with her father and a little boy, who seems to be her younger brother." He said.

"And I heard whispers in the neighborhood about some kind of abuse from the man."

"What do you think about it?" I asked him.

"Been keeping an eye on the man, Boss. He doesn't seem to be around a lot." 

My mind traveled back to that night with her. The room was dimly lit, but I was sure I saw something like a bruise on her left eye. Could it be that her so-called "father" was hitting her? Was he the one who forced her to dance naked in front of men? Should I talk to Mr. Cox about this?

"This little brother of hers." I suddenly spoke up, looking at Michael.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"Not more than ten, boss. She drops him off at his school, before going to hers, every morning." He answered, making me hum to myself in deep thoughts.

"Just give the orders, and I'll bring them to you." He told me and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips at his words.

I slowly walked over to my wine bar counter, grabbing a bottle and refilling my glass. I also picked out another glass, pouring a generous quantity into it for Micheal.

"Here!" I said, holding out the glass to him and watching him accept it gratefully.

He took a sip from it and that was when I decided to speak up.

"Danielle, is it?" I asked, making him nod at me.

"That girl is a mystery. One that I must solve." I said.

"That's why I'm trusting you to be of great help to me, Micheal. Bringing her to me would be way too easy." I told him, watching him nod in understanding.

For now, I plan to gather as much information as I can about her. She was undoubtedly one of the most intriguing females I've ever met, and I'll be damned if I don't have a taste of her. I'll catch her at her weakest and she won't be able to resist me.

"One more thing, Boss!" Michael suddenly spoke up, catching my attention again.

"Yes?" 

"There's another man in the picture. Jordan Ross, goes to the same college with her." He said, making me frown.

"They've been... getting close." 

"How close?" I asked, feeling my temper rise slowly. I wasn't too keen on having strange men around any woman of my interest.

"They've been going out together for a while now." He answered, and I saw red for a brief second, not liking the news at all.

" I think it's time to properly introduce myself, then."