Fooling the CEO

"You son of a bitch!" My father shouted.His palm went into my cheeks and that sent me a headache right away. I sat down in extreme weakness. He's been beating me for a few minutes now, so it's no wonder I feel this way now.Depressed, I fell to the floor and I immediately felt the blood flow in my nose. It is my seventeenth birthday today. He was so mad at me because I told him I was going to the city to buy a book or porcelain as a gift for myself, but he just got angry.It's my fault too. I insisted, even though I knew it was forbidden. ”What did I fucking tell you, Emma? You are not allowed to go out! The authorities might see you! ”I gasped for breath, trying to stay upright, but I was too weak to do that."S-sorry papa, I just want to buy a book for— Ahh!"I screamed in pain when he grabbed my hair to make me face him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at his fac

Both of their eyes landed on me. I felt the coldness crawl down my spine."Emma!" My father called me.But that’s not what I had in mind. The man's deep, cold eyes were the only ones that caught my attention. He’s wearing a white dress shirt with a loose tie around his neck. A sparkling watch is on his wrist, and his black shoes are well shined. He looked so out of place. Our dirty and small house was not enough for him."My daughter is here, sir. Come here, Emma! ” Father approached me.And if he hadn't grabbed my arm, I wouldn't have taken my gaze away from the man in the living room. I gulped and blinked like I just woke up in a deep thought."Where did you go, huh?" Father whispered to me.I felt the tightness of his grip. I whimpered lightly because of that."I-I…"I had nothing to say. It was not part of my plans. I expected him to be asleep when I went home, but here h

I am disgusted with him. That’s all I have to feel. I am not angry because anger is too hollow. Anger, it’s just an in denial term of sadness, and he doesn't deserve that.”This is where I live, and you’ll be living here from now on.” he said.His tone is conversational and almost casual. I didn’t even look at him when he spoke to me. I just felt his stares at me, like he’s estimating my every movement and reaction. And just when I knew he wanted that from me I remained silent and stoned.I roamed my eyes in every corner that I see. Wealth. That’s what this place is screaming about. The large glass walls give a view of the well-lighted city. Most of the furniture is in the shade of black, gray and any other dark tones. Even the high class looking flooring can’t be seen with any hint of dust and dirt. I can’t help but to be amazed. For years that men had been paying me for them to us

At the entrance of the building where he lives, a clean and sleek black car is waiting. I stretched my neck more to see the surroundings because men in black are just everywhere. A bald man in uniform is standing at the side of the car which this ‘Mr. Anderson’ approached. I stopped some meters away. I saw the man handed him the key and his lips moved lightly like he just said something. The bald man in uniform just nodded. I scanned the place and saw more men.   I find it weird that he’s this heavily guarded. Like as if this man deserves to live. Well, money will indeed keep you breathing. Look at him, for sure if he's not rich the world would not care about him. He’s evil and vain.   “Emma.” He got my attention. I saw him holding the car’s door wide open. I pursed my lips and held the hem of my dress while walking into his direction because of how strong the wind was. Our cold eyes met for some seconds before he closed the

”Emma.” He called me after he stopped the car. From my knowledge, we came back into his penthouse.Before he could even say anything I stepped outside his car. I don’t want to hear anything from him. I just want to be alone. ”Emma!” he called out. I made my steps faster so he would not reach me. But his foot steps are large and fast that he came after me. I came into the lift and so he did. I’m full of rage. Seeing that man who abused me years ago disgusted me, not just of him but more of myself. Inside the lift, all can hear was his deep sighs. I can see in my peripheral view that he’s eyeing me from to time but my eyes are straight into the front. Being in the same space with him is suffocating me. All I want is to be gone in this moment.   The moment the door opened I stepped out immediately. He’s quick reflexes stopped me. He grabbed my arm and made me face him. ”Wait, Emma—&nbs