LOGINHe smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my tears. “Look at you. Where's that cocky, arrogant little brat that runs his mouth without pausing to think for a moment? You look better this way… humbled and willing. Are you sure you want to sign the agreement?” I nodded quickly, too eager and too desperate. “Yes! Yes, please! I'll sign it!” “Keep in mind, if you sign it, there's no going back.” He said, “Everything about you will belong to me… your hole, you cock, your mouth… everything! I get to own it all. And I'll treat you however I deem fit. Mean. Dirty. Rough. You take it all. And you dare not utter a single word of complain. Understood?” My stomach churned in utter disgust by the inhumane words that came out of his cock sucking mouth. But I didn't really have a choice here. He saw to it. I'm trapped. I pressed my eyes shut, voice weak, “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, I understand.” “Good.” He said, “Now, get up.” … How the hell was Tate Parker supposed to know that a moment of uncontrolled anger and pride would cost him his perfect life and whole freedom? He should have listened to the warnings… but he was too headstrong to. He should have seen the deadly signs… but he was too pompous to. And as consequence of his actions, he's entrapped and got nowhere else to go. Julian Belmont. That's his name. Tate believes he's a vile, twisted, cruel and psychotic devil hiding in a human facade. And that's exactly what he is. He's got Tate right where he wants him. And Tate can't escape him. He knows better than to try.
View MoreTATE “What the hell's the matter with you?” Braden demanded, and judging from his demeanor and tone, it was really obvious that he wasn't pleased.“Nothing’s the matter with me,” I answered in a nonchalant tone.“You just overreacted and embarrassed us in front of everyone…”“Overreacted? Easy for you to say because it wasn't you.” I cut him off, “Like, dude, this dude spilled his scotch on my $900 shirt, of course I'll be pissed.”His jaw dropped. “I don't know which is crazier. The fact that you spent nine hundred freaking dollars on one fucking shirt, or the fact that you were the one who literally bumped into him and started aggressing him, or the fact that you were actually going to throw hands at that terrifying man.”“You're kidding.” I scoffed, leaned back on my seat, wrapped my hand around my glass of champagne, brought it closer to my lips and took a sip. “Dude, there's nothing scary about that man.”“Dude! That man looks like he harvests people's organs and eats them for b
JULIAN Belcroquant has been underperforming compared to our restaurants in other locations these past few months. My initial plan was to shut it down with immediate effect, instead of spending resources for nothing.But my assistant, Patrick, told me it had the potential and somehow managed to convince me not to shut it down... yet. He told me that all Belcroquant needed was an advertisement campaign.But of course, that would most probably be a total waste of money. One influencer post was all the opportunity this place was getting.Last month, the advertisement team hired an influencer. They worked together and made a video, which was then uploaded to the Internet. I watched the first ten seconds of the video and thought it was mediocre at best.But surprisingly enough, the outcome exceeded my expectations. And mind you, I have very high standards. In just under a month, Belcroquant has made it to our top three best performers.All from just one influencer post.Thus, as a means to
TATE With ease, I swerved the car off the road and rolled it to a halt in front of the glowing, lush building that stood before us. Braden was sitting beside me on the passenger seat, eyes slightly wide with surprise, lips parted a bit. I couldn't help but smile at the way his face was contorted.He turned to me. “Dude. Belcroquant?”“Mmm mhm.” I hummed, nodding. “Belcroquant.”“This is like, one of the most expensive restaurants in town, bro.” He gushed.“I know.” I replied with a grin, “When I told you I would be taking you to an expensive restaurant, I wasn't kidding.”Braden shifted in his seat to regard me suspiciously.“What?” I chuckled.“Did you win the lottery?” “No.”“Are you terminally ill and are dying soon?”I let out a loud guffaw. “What? No.”“Then, why the hell are we here?” He demands, “Because the Tate Parker I know wouldn't bring me here just to apologize. The Tate Parker I know is tightfisted.”“What? That's how you think of me, Braden? I'm not tightfisted, I'm
TATEThat's right.The name's Tate. Tate fucking Parker. The one and only. Like no other. I'm legendary. You could say that I'm the alpha of this whole freaking campus. I mean, sure, there are competitors, but I thrive on crushing them.I'm the guy everyone wants a taste of. I have the whole damn place eating out of the palm of my hand; girls trailing behind me between classes like lost puppies, guys trying to copy my walk, my style, my vibe. Haha.Professors pretend they hate me, but even they know better than to fail the legendary Tate Parker.I got good genes. My face? Chiseled like it was custom-ordered from the gods. My hair? Brown, thick, lustrous and silky. My jaw? As sharp as a dagger blade. My green eyes? killer! They make panties drop faster than you can say “please.”And my body? Hehe. Sculpted from years of sports, weights, and pure dominance. And to wrap it up, I'm a six-foot-three of pure, unfiltered perfection, baby!You want me now, too, don't you? Haha, don't be embar






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