FULL SYNOPSIS
He is much older, very much out of limits and very dangerous.
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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 knees, but I didn't want him to let me go, in fact I wanted him to throw me on the bed, rip my clothes off and punish me for trespassing.
"Today is a special day, isn't it, so I will let this one slide," there was so much darkness in his voice as his hot breath caressed my skin, but it was also saturated with lust. He wanted me too, "I value my personal space very much and you are invading that very personal space. Didn't I tell you that the next time I find you in here, you will not walk out of this room the same? Are you testing me, miss Ross?" His large hand wrapped around my neck as the tip of the gun ran down the side of my face and traced my jaw.
"N-no sir!" I worded breathlessly, a loud gasp escaping my lips as he abruptly spun me around and fisted my hair, keeping my head steady and forcing me to look him in the eyes.
"Happy birthday, Scarlett, you are finally an adult, do you know what that means?" My heart almost dropped to my stomach when his face descended upon mine until our lips were barely an inch away from each other.
I shook my head as much as his firm grip could allow. "N-n-no sir." Please don't tell me he is going to lay charges on me, I'd rather he fuck me until I can't walk as punishment.
It was as though he read my mind.
"It means you are legal now and I can finally do this." His lips crashed into mine.
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Also known as Daddy Won't Know
Scarlett could have pulled out all of her hair and screamed into the void until her lungs give out thinking about being her dad's plus one to a week long business trip on the last two weeks of her summer vacation. Then she found out that for the week they will be sharing a luxurious rental with her father's boss: Mr Blackwood, one of the most powerful men in the world who has a reputation for being ruthless, deadly, feared by anything and everything that walks and is infamous for not being particularly fond of women- And she concluded that her summer was officially ruined.
Scarlett hesitantly makes the trip having convinced herself that her father's boss is probably another ugly, rich, fat, power- crazy man with a collection of tacky vintage suits and she's set on going out of her way to avoid him.
That is, until on the first night, she awakens in the middle of the night and finds the muzzle of a gun pointing at her and a very tall, very naked, muscular, sexy as hell man of otherworldly gorgeousness wielding the weapon. And when he spoke in that dark, deep, velvety voice, she knew that her summer was about to get very interesting.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my bed?"
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
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