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 my pain and loss risible. "This is not funny dad! I just got them done hours ago and now they are ruined and they costed me a whole six hundred and eighty."
"Six hundred and eighty for longer nails, thousands on weaves or wigs or whatever you call them, yet you have your mother's luscious, rich, thick, long hair- I will never understand you girls." Dad shook his head again as I adjusted my wig on the mannequin head- yes, I inherited mom's long, slightly wavy, thick, light brown hair, but I am not leaving without these, I have to look my best in every moment for the rest of the week.
"My point exactly and FYI dad, some men still wear wigs, what do you think a toupee is? I know your friend Gert from down the road wears one." I gave him a smug smirk, he looked like he had ran out of retorts and dad rarely shies away from clapping back, that's why we have such fierce arguments sometimes that stem from a heated debate. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, his phone rang and he withdrew it from his jeans back pocket.
"We will be leaving in ten minutes, not a second after, hun." He told me before answering his phone and turning to leave and I stuck out my tongue at him and mouthed that little announcement he had made mockingly. I packed up the remaining stuff I had scattered on my bed into a small travel bag and just after I tossed the cosmetic bag inside it, my ring tone blasted, alarming me.
I was thinking it was Becka calling to remind me to have fun because I do not aspire to be a nun so I might as well live the life of a sinner- but it was my lovely boyfriend calling instead. I was still pissed at him for returning my spotless, new car with scratches on the front bumper after I had borrowed it to him to pick his brother up from the airport.
"Hello." I said it in a manner to repel him and warn him from offering any utterances.
"Oh come on, sugar plum, don't tell me you are still mad about the car, I got it fixed, it is as good as new, you saw it. Do not do this to me, baby, you're already leaving me for a whole week and I feel like it's been forever since I last saw you, since I last touched you and fucking hell, I miss you like crazy, I just want to see you." There was a slight rasp in his voice, it was strained, a bit throaty and low tuned and his breathing was slow and very audible- that could only mean one thing- he was horny and stroking his meat.
"Do not forget whose fault it is that we cannot meet." I reminded him and rolled my eyes as he exhaled deeply and expelled those sounds he always makes that sound like a banger sizzling on the grill.
"I know, baby, I fucked up, I just need you right now. Open my texts-"
"Gage-"
"Just do it baby, come on, I want you to have a little present for the road."
"Oh I wonder what it is…" I was obviously being sarcastic, It was exactly what I was expecting and already have in abundance- a picture of his "rock hard, raging, weapon of mass destruction and toe- curling pleasure" as he calls it. It is better than the "devirginator", what he used to call his willy for months after we first had sex. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking allowing this idiot to take my virginity. And sometimes I am grateful he was my first, because he tried his hardest to make the moment special and unforgettable for me.
"Gage I have to go-" He interjected before I could even finish my sentence.
"You are not even going to comment? You know this is for you. All of this is yours, sugar plum." A string of low groans erupted from him and the banger sizzled even more.
I rolled my eyes and suppressed the urge to yawn. "Yes, it is lovely, now just cum and end the fucking call, those sounds are really beginning to annoy me."
"It is not going to happen now, especially not in the presence of that awful attitude of yours. Maybe if you put it more nicely and tell me how badly you want me to cum all over your pretty face, I will."
Gage is very assiduous, very persistent and patient in his art of persuasion, and I knew that he was going to insist and coax me until I give in, because that is what always happens.
"Nope, not happening, bye-" I lowered the phone from my ear, but before I ended the call, I heard him say,
"Bye baby, just know that I will be thinking about you and missing you very much. I will be right here when you come back, still waiting for you. Okay, just call me as soon as you get there so I know you made it safely. I just wanted to hear your voice, it is fucking torture not being able to see you. You are going to have to make it up to me, I will make sure of-"
And that's when I hung up.
Despite what Becka said, I am Gage's girlfriend in every geographical location and I am going to try to have as much fun as possible without cheating on my boyfriend. That poor sucker, he really loves me.
Dad gave me the two minute warning after carrying my luggage to the car and I locked my room and used the remaining time to email Greta the care routine list for my plants, but knowing her, she might douse them with weed killer and say she thought it was water. She's just that evil.
"Are you sure she is not going to invite her friends over and throw a huge party?" I asked dad right after he buckled his seat belt and started the car.
"That's something you would do, unlike you, Greta is not a kid, she can be responsible." He teased and I shot him a glower.
"I hate her." I expressed with a sneer, texting Becka as dad drove into the surprisingly quiescent, calm night.
"Well tough luck, as long as you don't change your ways, then she is here to stay. You lied to me." He articulated with an accusatory tone.
"About what dad?"
"You are still with that good for nothing Gage kid, you didn't break up with him, you were talking to him on the phone before we left." Dad voice was laced with anger and strong, unwavering contempt for Gage.
"I'm sorry for lying to you dad, it's just hard to let him go, but I promise you I will break- up with him as soon as we get back, it will be the first thing I do."
I am so grateful my dad and I have such a great relationship, I can't imagine my life without him, I don't know what I would do if I lost him. This trip is somewhat a blessing, I get to be there for dad on the anniversary of mom's death for the very first time. Every year at around the time of the anniversary, he has always been away on business and I think he deliberately distances himself from me because he does not want me to see him distraught and dejected or something.
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We arrived at the airport and boarded a small commercial plane which was very comfortable and great in a sense that it did not carry many people. Crowds suffocate me. We landed in Mitchen Lorne, a small city in The Republic Of Szchezar after some ten hours. Dad had explained to me on the plane that we had to make a stop here because they have to collect some equipment, then the rest of the journey will be covered in one of Mr Blackwood's private jets. We settled at a small hotel to freshen up and unfortunately I found myself sitting in the lobby with some of Dad's colleagues and had to get acquainted with them.
I will admit, they were nowhere near as horrendous as I had imagined them to be. At least the six I was introduced to were all cool, average looking adults, their fashion sense wasn't all that terrible.
I actually enjoyed Ceska's company, she was Mr Blackwood's secretary and PR manager and her youthful vivacity placed her in the mid to late twenties. We were having a pretty nice conversation about our dislike of the school system, when dad called to inform me that they were almost done. When my attention returned to her, Ceska was putting down a magazine with an absolute hottie on its cover. I tried to get a good look at the hulking model in a charcoal grey suit, but I could only see up to his torso because Ceska had put her wallet over the other half of the magazine.
"Yum." I purred to myself.
The man looked to be in his late thirties or early forties and he looked unreal, but I was especially enamoured by his demeanour. He looked like one cold- hearted bastard, his jaw was tight, his eyes were piercing, an aura of dark mystery surrounded him, he looked ruthlessly dominant and worthy of only the highest form of elevation- but most of all, he looked like he fucks real hard, like a merciless beast.
"I need to know who this man is." I thought to myself, he is going to be the new object of my wildest fantasies.
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
Chapter Seven: Be Bold and Get His Attention •|•|○|••|○| "This opportunity will-" Fuck this! I groaned out my frustrations as I long pressed the delete button and deleted the entire paragraph. I can't do this, I can't. This resume stuff is making me desperate, I have already stuffed my face with sweets and I'm not a stress- eater at all. I just do not want to embarass myself. That's why I was beginning to think that a joint would've done the trick right now- imagine that- I abhor smoking in every form there is. Go to Bassa they said, you'll have the time of your life they said. I didn't see myself sending this resumè tonight, and dad was going to kill me. I just couldn't get over the fact that thee Damien fucking Blackwood was going to be reading my shit. As if things couldn't get any worse, my phone chimed, a notification of a message from an unknown number. My eyes were as wide as saucers when I read the text, which was nothing but an email address. Shit! I rolled off
Chapter Eight: At The Wrong place at the wrong time I can't believe I just did that! This is insane! My fingers trembled in the height of my panic as I scrambled to find a solution. He had not opened the text yet, thank goodness! I deleted the picture and quickly exited the chats before I did something stupid. "Scar!" Becka called out, snapping me out of my reverie. "Huh?" I had not heard a single word she said. Becka sighed and I could just imagine the sullen, cheeky pout she must have donned. "You suddenly went quiet, I hope you're not getting up to something, hmmmm, I don't know, like unsending the picture." "Becks I have to go, gotta work on this resumè, bye." I did not allow her any room to say anything; which was likely to be her asking for evidence that I did not do exactly what she suspects I did. I revisted the chats and there was still nothing from him. I doubt he even saw the notification, he would have said something if he did… right? I just hope that the photo did
Chapter Nine: The Darker Side Of The Fairytale My eyes fluttered open and I immediately regretted coming around as a sharp pang of pain ripped through the side of my head and made me groan. My head had never felt so brittle, yet moving it was an accomplishment received after surpassing a difficult level of challenges. My eyes peeling open felt to be an illusion as I could not see anything but darkness. I tried to reach for the back of my head but I could only get limited movement out of my arms before a force held them back from moving. What is going on? I asked myself, feeling a wave of lethargy hit me hard. I staggered in and out of consciousness until I felt my mind awaken and made a few very startling discoveries. I was blindfolded, the darkness I was left in was due to the silky cloth laid over my eyes, tied behind my head. I was also on my knees, kneeling on what felt like an old bed mattress, both my hands were cuffed onto something close to limit my movement. I could feel th
Chapter Ten- Sleeping In The Same BedSomeone owed me a good explanation and I was not okay walking away without getting the answers I needed. Damien Blackwood had everything to do with my run- in with those evil men and he had to give me one heck of a good reason why I was almost raped and I almost got killed. The whole situation was immensely pertubing, it disturbed my soul terribly. There was something extremely shady and criminal going on and somehow I had gotten myself involved in this illegal, dangerous business. I didn't want any trouble, I came to Bassa to let loose and sip margaritas on the beach, not to be dealing with all this unpredictable shit. I huffed out disdainfully when I found myself seated on the beige couch again. I didn't like this place, this strange condo with an aura of a graveyard. Some minutes ago I was scared shitless, worrying myself insanely about what lie I was going to conceive to explain my whereabouts to dad. I had followed the men I found standing ou
Chapter Eleven: I know you're watching "What are you planning to do once I get in there?" I asked in a leery tone, but the seductive undertone was subtle enough to not appear desperate.He scoffed as I pulled the covers aside, "I don't know what you think this is-" "A kidnapping perhaps?" I cut him off, placing my head on the pillow and facing the ceiling. He had turned his back to me and he was closer to the edge, so he had left a good amount of space between us, but I was still very unnerved by the reality that I was in the same bed with him. "I have a feeling that you are not going to let me go anytime soon, or at least soon enough." Coming to think of it, I was not in shackles, tied up to a chair or something, but I was being held here against my will. Imagine that, my father's boss kidnapped me! I was careful not to sound too serious so I do not appear to be a threat to him, although he hasn't done anything to make me afraid of him, Damien Blackwood is still a very unpredictab