Possession

Nico

She doesn’t belong here. I could tell. Once glance at her I know she’s better off outside this world, outside this kingdom of lust, sin, and sex that I built, but it’s not in my place to care about employees.

But yet, I find myself interfering when I know better than to get involved in petty drama amongst workers. That’s the reason I pay Grayson. It’s his job. But there’s something about this small waisted, brunette with fiery eyes, and lips that could ruin a man in ways she doesn’t even know yet. And before I can stop myself, I’m standing behind her asking what the problem is.

The other waitress, I don’t know her name and I really don’t care, is visibly shaken. She’s Grayson’s little slut. He thinks I don’t know about his habit of sticking his dick in places that shouldn’t concern him, I like to act like I don’t notice things, but I do.

Fucking an employee is a no no for me. I don’t like to shit where I eat. And Grayson, he knows I hate it. Because relationships like that make you sloppy and Grayson knows that. With his wife who isn’t aware of his affair. But I don’t have to remind him that. It’s useful actually, because like they say information is power. And if I ever need to pull his string, I know where to tug.

“Is there a problem here?” I ask, standing to the side, eyes fixed on Grayson’s slut as she swallows. She’s shaken, part of it is because this is the first time she’s seen me.

“There’s no problem, sir.”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” I say, shifting my gaze toward Wren Foster.

She’s surprised, taken aback as she gives me a brief look before turning to Grayson’s pet project.

“No, Sir. There’s no problem,” Wren says, gaze fixed on the ground with her fingers interlocked behind her back.

“Hmm,” I bring my eyes down Grayson’s slut, not in approval or admiration, but trying to remind her who she is and which person’s fort is this.

“I don’t care if you’re fucking Grayson, but this isn’t his bedroom. You try and intimidate other employees again, and I’ll have to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. Am I understood?”

With her gaze fixed to the floor, she bends her knees forward like she’s about to prostrate. “Yes, Sir.”

“Get the fuck out of my sight.” She doesn’t wait around as she turns around and quickly disappears.

I sigh, scanning the lounge area as I notice the gaze of my patrons on me. When they notice I know they’re staring, they all pretend to go back to what they are doing.

“I guess you have a habit of attracting trouble, don’t you, Wren?” I ask, shifting my gaze to the beautiful woman in front of me.

She’s small, maybe 5 feet 6 compared to my tall frame. Her short leather skirt covering nothing but her ass. Her thighs are covered in thigh high stockings, and against my better judgment my gaze drops to her cleavage peeking out of the corset top she’s wearing.

Fuck. I have never been proud of myself for picking out this uniform.

“I don’t know what you mean, sir.” Wren says, still avoiding my gaze.

She’s probably wondering what the fuck I am doing talking to her. I’m doing the same too. Asking myself what’s special about her that I had to interfere. Maybe it’s her innocence. Or maybe it’s the look in eyes the minute she realized who I was.

Fuck’s sake this woman just broke my rules, trying to use my private access which was made clear that employees are not allowed to use.

But for some reason, I’m still here, wondering what on earth it would feel like to listen to her moans and her cries when I punish her. Let her have a taste of this world she doesn’t belong in.

“If you don’t mind, sir, I’d like to get back to work,” she says, her voice soft, and sultry. Sexy.

I take a step toward her, ignoring the gazes from patrons and other staff as I drop my voice to a filthy whisper. “It is Mr. Ravelli…unless it’s in the dark, and I’m the only one who gets to hear you say sir.”

I don’t wait for to react or her response, I walk away, my fingers brushing against hers as I head toward my private elevator that leads to my private suite.

As I head down the private hallway, buried behind the lounge area and far from public eyes, I can only imagine Wren Foster still standing there trying to make sense of what I just whispered against her skin.

Fuck.

I scan my fingerprint against the scanner on the door as the door slides into the wall with a slow hiss. The elevator comes to view and I press my thumb against it before the elevator opens. I step inside, pressing the only button on the panel, and then I scan my retina on the panel for access before the elevator slides shut and start to ascend.