Chapter Nineteen- What happens in Bassa, Stays in Bassa"Yes, she was at the office today, she wanted to see me, without an appointment." I stared on incredulously as Damien lied through his teeth while keeping a straight face. After all that has happened, I had certified myself as an expert liar, but I was so stunned and dumbfounded, I could not catch on fast enough and help him weave the lie. Dad turned to face me with this inquisitive stare that was almost shadowed by the skepticism highlighted on his face. "What were you doing at Mr Blackwood's office, Scar?" He questioned, enunciating his words slowly, which he only did when he wanted me to know that he will know if I lie to him. I wrung my fingers, giving Damien a brief side glance before bashfully lowering my head and mumbling, "I wanted to ask him for a second chance... I was not able to submit my resumè before the deadline I was given, I was too stressed out and doubted myself, but I did not want to disappoint you dad or
FULL SYNOPSIS He is much older, very much out of limits and very dangerous. {::!::}My breath hitched and I immediately froze in place when the lights went on and subsequently after the door was locked.Shit!I was too scared to turn around and face him, but I could hear his steady, strong, footfalls getting nearer and nearer, until I felt cold metal press into my temple. Undoubtedly that was the muzzle of his gun he had to my head."We really have to stop meeting like this, little one," his deep voice came out gruffly and in strong waves and I could feel myself shrinking and my walls clenching as he leaned into me and brought his lips to my earlobe, "what are you doing in my room, miss Ross?" He sounded extremely dangerous and that was such a huge turn on to me. I was trembling, terrified of what he might do to me, but he was also making me wet."I- I- I h-had forgotten s-s-something-" I stuttered like an idiot, getting weaker and weaker at the k
Chapter One: We Are Leaving TonightThis man cannot be serious!"I do not understand why I have to go with you, I know nothing about bioengineering and no offense dad, but I do not want to spend an entire week of my summer vacation with your balding, middle-aged geeky friends! I really do not understand what I'll be doing there, please don't make me go dad, pwetty- pweetty please." I shot dad my best sulky pout, crossing my arms over my chest and pretending to give up on the scrumptious breakfast he had whipped up for me.Dad only sighed jadely, the kind of sigh you make when you have had more than enough of something and I narrowed my eyes at him as he patted the corner of his lips with a napkin and took a swig of his remaining coffee. I cleared my throat and threatened him with my eyes and "assassin" expression, he looked to be prepping himself to walk out of the conversation like he did yesterday and this time I was not going to allow him. I had hidden his car keys, this man clearl
Chapter Two- Is He Married or Not?"Is this how it's going to be every time we go out now?" Becka emitted a long puff of air disdainfully, peering over her shoulder and facing me with a sneer. Just like myself, she was not particularly fond of Greta: the woman on dad's payroll.Because of some past transgressions, especially the most recent ones( trust me, peer pressure is very real), dad hired Greta, a thirty year old, uptight, strict as a wicked Catholic high school nun, walking prick, to be my bodyguard, babysitter or parole officer or whatever she is- because dad staunchly believes that I now need someone to follow me everywhere I go and keep me in line.And trust me, I am no delinquent or scoundrel, I just somehow always find myself at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people. To be honest, I do not have the firmest backbone and I am putty and easy to manipulate, that's why I prefer self-conceited, self-assured, stern, dominant, older men. I do not like authority
Chapter Three- I Need To Know Who This Man Is"We will only be gone for a week, no need to pack up the whole house!" Dad's speech was much exaggerated as he shook his head, unimpressed by my heaps of luggage."A man would never understand," I told him, my breathing a bit labored from fighting with my stacks of clothes, but I had to hammer down the clothes with my fists and sit on the suitcase to finally get it to close because dad would not have allowed me to take out another suitcase from my closet, "wow that was a workout! No don't look at me like that, men have it so easy, you have no idea, talk to me once you are a woman.""More like talk to me never." Dad chuckled humorously, but not at my words, because one of my nails snapped in half while I was attempting to lift the hefty suitcase from a resting position. I should have used the handle, how stupid of me!"What did I tell you about those witch claws of yours?""Ouch!" I cried out and proceeded to slap him on the arm for finding
Chapter Four- Don't Shoot, It's Me I was deeply absorbed by my dirty thoughts. I can't believe that such an absolute hottie exists, like are you telling me that I live in one planet with this beast of a man?!"Scarlett?" Ceska called out, picked up the magazine and snapped her slim fingers in my face. "You were literally not even blinking." "Yeah I know," I fanned my face with my hands, "he is really, really hot! That's the man of my dreams right there, he can bend me over the nearest surface he finds any day!" Okay, I might have sounded too thirsty. Ceska's eyes went over the cover before returning to me and she blushed deeply. "You are not the only one who thinks so! Imagine having to see him almost everyday." Her face deflated and this emotion I couldn't read washed over her. "Huh! I would do anything, give anything to have that man as mine… but men like him would never notice women like us."On that depressing note, Ceska placed the magazine in her bag, stood up and took the co
Chapter Five- We should really stop meeting like this Oh- my- fucking- glob!It's him! He is the man on the magazine cover!That voice… That is the voice Ceska was getting off to! I just met Damien Bradley Lane fucking Blackwood and completely humiliated myself in front of him! Fuck! Is this even real life?!For a moment, I did not know what to do with myself, I just stood in the middle of the passage, slightly trembling and gaping like I had dislocated my jaw. My head immediately snapped back as soon as I recovered from the shock and I stared at the closed door again. Bitch what the fuck! My insides were sizzling, I had to resist the strongest urge to scream. No! Everything was all too surreal to me! How could that man in there be my father's forty five year old boss! How is a that a Science man?! I was a whole cocktail of emotions as I found my way back to my father's room. It was the only other room I had memorised and since I had no idea where my "actual room" was, I had to
Chapter Six- We've Already Met "Bumblebee? Hey, Scar?" I groaned in a whiny manner as that soft voice slithered into my ears and tried to rouse me from sleep. I mumbled something before I rolled onto my other side, away from the disturbance. "Wakey, wakey, sweetheart. Come on, Scar, it is time for you to get up, sweetheart." My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I saw was dad's tie, one of the most hideous ties I have ever seen in my entire life, dangling in my face. I grimaced as soon as I laid my eyes on it and dad chuckled at my sour expression before he tucked my hair behind my ear, leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Good morning." I sat up and stretched out my arms while yawning. I was not well rested at all, yet it was apparent that it was well into the morning hours. "Morning to you, sleepy head," Dad teased, diverting his attention to the brief case he had laid on the bed, "so, did you have a nightmare? Must have been a bad one, huh!" He continued to tease while I fro