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His chubby sweaty hands rested possessively on my back as he guided me out of the booth. He led me down a lavishly decorated corridor toward a private set of elevators. I focused on steadying my nerves, because my mind was a complete mess right now. I snuck a glance at the Minister and this fucker was giving me lustful eyes, though they were still glazed from alcohol, he looked so turned on.“Heck!” I muttered as my skin was beginning to itch. At most, if push comes to shove, I'll just knock him out. He's old and fat, he definitely can’t do anything to me except gross me out.He moved closer, wrapping a fleshy hand around my waist and I froze instantly. "Your waist is so lean, so grabeable," he whispered, his grip tightening slightly."Thank you Minister," I managed, moving uncomfortably at the side.Thankfully, the elevator chimed and I managed to move away from him. We walked out into a whole new section of Elysium. It was a quieter, and more uniquely decorated with doors labeled
"Come! Come take a seat, pretty boy." He said with a predatory smile which made my skin crawl.Madam Rita gave me a subtle nod, before slipping out of the booth. I took a deep breath, letting the stale, musky air of the room fill my lungs. It wasn't a good idea anyway as it smelt like depression mixed with deodorant in here. Then I walked over to the couch he was in and sat down beside him, crossing my legs. "You are so pretty," the Minister slurred slightly, the compliment sounding even more irritating than he looks."Thank you sir," I replied, forcing a charming smile. I moved my gaze from him and immediately grabbed a glass and offered him a fresh drink. “A toast?” I grinned seductively….or at least I think it is. I don't know how to flirt with men, since I've only ever done it with women so I hope my facial expressions aren't screaming ‘panicked dude trying to flirt’. "No, no," he chuckled, stopping my hand. "You drink first." He stared into my eyes. I forced the smile wider,
“Let's go little secretary. Time to work."I shifted my focus away from Eve, who was now chuckling softly to herself and looked at Rocco instead. "What work exactly?" I asked, my voice edged with frustration. "I've checked all the records Dante instructed me to so I'm still confused about what else is left to do."Rocco made a dramatic face, sighing as if I were a persistent insect buzzing around and he couldn't just wait to smash to death. He walked up to me and roughly straightened the collar of my suit. "It's a very important job Liam."Eve laughed out loud, and her annoying voice was scratching on my nerves. But the way she was laughing, it looked like she knew something I didn't. She stepped closer, with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Just explain it already, Rocco, so the boy knows his role when he gets to the booth."Booth? What booth?"Fine," Rocco conceded. "I'll say it only once so listen up.” He held my gaze. “We've been trying to bait a certain Minister, but he refuses
I frowned, considering Laurent’s words. It really was strange. But before I could say anything concerning it, Laurent laughed, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh don't mind me. I'm just overthinking things again darling. Pay no attention to me."He pulled out a dark charcoal suit with an intricate pattern woven into the fabric. It was beautiful but understated, exactly my style, then he had me try it on. When I stepped out, Laurent gave a dramatic gasp."Magnificent! You look stunning Liam. So so handsome, so eye catching just like a prince straight from a fairytale. A dragon would forsake any princess and steal you instead." He rapped, and I had a feeling he's said these exact same words to a couple of others.“Oh come on. You're exaggerating.” I laughed him off.“Come on, don't be a joy kill. But you do look handsome dear.” He smiled widely. I gathered my things and prepared to leave, Laurent who stayed to help me, suddenly turned serious."But then again, be careful of Rocco," he warn
It’s already been several days since whatever the hell happened between Dante and I, and I haven't even seen the fuckers shadow anywhere since then. My work orders arrived via text before I even woke up, demanding meticulous attention to the wine ledgers and supply chains as if he was deliberately avoiding me.And to make matters worse, Antonio was trailing me like a shadow while claiming to be my supervisor.Marco on the hand has also been absent as he's always with Dante, since he was his bodyguard anyway. But for some reason, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that Dante was at Elysium, likely with the beautiful dancer from the night before, I think Laurent said her name was Eve. The way he’d watched her that night, the casual arrogance of his ownership…it still bothered me more than it should. I wondered if he had brought her, or anyone else, into that sickeningly red lit room. What if he has had her pleasure him too. Did she moan out his name too while he made her cum?I
Antonio gripped my hand so tightly with his face inches from mine, "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he snarled, his breath hot against my face and it really wasn't very pleasant to be honest. "And why were you coming out of the Boss's study?"“Uh..I…” My mind scrambled for a lie cause I simply can't say I was there deep throating the person supposed to be our boss, last night. “I... I came to get something," I stuttered, “I left something there so I just came to get it.” My voice was neutral and I only hope my face wouldn't give me away.Antonio’s eyes raked over my body, then settled sharply on my neck, as all his focus was there now. He hissed disgustingly. Then he squeezed my arm, making me wince. "You're here to work, not to warm Dante’s bed. Remember your place." He growled. A hot blush crept up my neck and face as he said those words. "Fucking slut, you're even blushing? God! You have no shame." Antonio spat, the word dripping with contempt. "Know your place you f








