Chapter 7

Callum’s Pov

There was a thin line between anger and lust. So, the word goes, right? I knew what I must do, but each second that I stared at the picture before me, I couldn’t stop thinking about that night. The way her body had writhed under me. The way she had moaned my name, begging me for more.

“Fuck!” I hissed, tossing the paper to the side. Everything that I needed to know about Wren was on a freaking A4 page. And yet, there was nothing that said anything about how addicting she would become.

Richard was still in fucking hiding or dead. That scum better be dead, because it would be easier to die than face the wrath that I was feeling. And Patricia? The woman who had left her children, I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that she had first come to me to beg, slowly working herself to being my fiancée and when she had the opportunity, she played right into my hand.

Just where I needed her.

“Anything?” I grunted to my secretary as she walked into the office.

Her smile brightened, “The call line has been inactive, I am sorry she hasn’t reached out yet.” I gritted my teeth, keeping my mood in check. “If I may ask, who is she? Maybe I can send someone from our team to try and poach her….”

“You will only work as I have ordered!” I barked, my tone causing her to flinch.

“I am sorry Mr Blackwood,” she bowed.

I hummed, flicking my wrist signalling for her to leave.

Just as she walked out, the door opened again, this time it was Mark who walked in. “Still being arrogant to your staff?” he asked.

“Still being a pain?” I hissed.

He barked out a loud laugh, walking to the wine bar in the corner of the room as he poured himself a glass.

“When did my office become a bar?” I hissed, accepting the glass that he offered.

He shrugged, “Well, you have nice drinks and I thought I should help myself.”

I grunted, but said nothing. Mark was my best friend and lawyer and well, the only person that I could stand. “How is it going? Gotten the money back?” he asked.

“Well, given the life that they live, I don’t think she will be able to afford 50 million dollars.”

He swallowed his drink, coughing as he stared at me, “You didn’t…”

I smirked, “ I did…”

“Patricia didn’t take up to that, and you know it…” he gave me a pointed glare.

I gritted my teeth at the mention of the name. “She didn’t, but her father? Maybe I am adding a little bit of emotional damage into the charge.”

He barked out a laugh, “Emotional damage? Are you sure you know what that is? Only people with soul know it.”

I gritted my teeth, “What do you want Mark? Other than drinking my whiskey and talking shit,” I grumbled. I fucking hate this guy.

Maybe he read my mind, he grinned, “You do know you don’t hate me, right?”

I cocked my brows. “You have that look, the one that tells me you freaking hate me…” he laughed. “I found something that might interest you,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Hello?”

“Repeat what you told me an hour ago,” he ordered.

“The lady, the one you told me to watch out for, a Wren Anderson…”

“Get to the point Kinston.” He snapped. And he said I had no patience.

Kinston cleared his throat, “Right, sorry,” he muttered. “Wren is trying to get a job…” My interest was piqued. “She has been handing out applications to every company, going as low as asking for a cleaner role.”

I almost laughed at the words I had heard; she had great qualifications but was asking for a cleaner role?

“That will be all Kinston, keep up the good job.” He ended the call.

“Your girl is a fighter,” he said, turning attention to me.

I smirked, “No one should accept…”

“Already ahead of you, sent a memo to all companies, they know better than to go against us.”

“Good.” An idea popped into m mind. “Keep one company open,” I pressed the line, calling for Blake to return.

“Mr Blackwood?” She walked into the office, her eager eyes staring back at me.

“I want you to send this name to hunt ventures, when they apply, I need them to be transferred here, to the main office.” I gave her the paper with the name. “Blake, this is important, if you value your job, you make it work.”

The door shut behind her, I could feel Mark’s stare at the back of my head, “Do I want to know what you have up your sleeves?”

“She isn’t going to come to me willingly, I guess I have to make it easy for her.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he stared at me, “I don’t know if I should be worried or impressed.”

“You can be both.”

“What do you need me to do?” he asked.

“I need you to draft a new contract.”

“What do you have in mind?”

I couldn’t help the grin that formed on my face, What did I have in mind? “Bind her to me, my name, she can’t leave until the debt is paid, or maybe I let her go.” I took one last sip, “Every breath in her lungs belongs to me.”

He stared at me with a questioning look on his face, “Are you going to ever let her go?”

I didn’t have an answer for that. For one, she had to pay for the sins her father had committed, and then, she had to pay for the sins her body had committed.

“Time will tell.”

He dropped the glass, “I guess it is time to do the devil’s work, I will send it to you in a few hours,” he was gone, shutting the door behind him.

I dragged the laptop closer to me, my eyes on the screen, a video I couldn’t stop looking at. Her head thrown back; mouth wide as she screamed out her orgasm. She looked so innocent, too vulnerable, and to preserve it, I had bought the hotel, making sure that I was the only one who had the video.

I felt the stir, my arousal that hadn’t stopped from the moment that I had her lips on me. I needed to have a taste of her again, and it had to be fucking fast. I palmed my hardened cock, letting out a low groan, “Soon, princess, I will have you writhing under me.”