ASTRID
Walking down the endless, lonely alley, I try to push back the lewd thoughts invading my mind. Readjusting the bags of groceries on each of my arms, I count each step I take, but even that makes me think of him. Makes me recall his long, bold strides that leave me breathless.
God, this is frustrating!
Or sick. Or dirty. Or a sin. Yes, a bloody sin! Harboring dirty, filthy thoughts about a man. It's one of the biggest sins. Sister Grace constantly reminds us to never harbor such thoughts and does say we'll rot in hell for it. But how can I not?
Living in the orphanage all my twenty years of existence, I never knew much about how fiercely enchanting the other gender can be.
The guys I grew up with in the orphanage were lanky, pale, and incredibly mischievous. Nothing unique and charming. And I thought every other guy out there was the same. I was never aroused or even curious about guys. At the very least, I found them boring, messy, and complicated and I tend to stay around my foster sisters more.
But then, everything changed that afternoon Fredrick Salvatore walked out of the black car that had unexpectedly pulled up in our drive.
Sister Grace had been so excited to see him, and while everyone else offered their greetings, my tongue was tied.
Never had I imagined such perfection in a male form. But there he was, proving me wrong in every way.
His black attire had been gracefully completed with a black coat and black boots. His hair was neatly packed in a bun and his stubbles were perfectly trimmed. He had opal eyes. The first I've ever seen. He was ruggedly built. Taut muscles were bulging through his black coat and the few buttons of his shirt that were open displayed a tattoo on his chest. His pants were tightly fitted, showing off the lines of his legs and an enticing bulge in front. The intense and alluring scent of his cologne dominated the place, echoing his presence. But even without it, he seemed to know how to take the spotlight where he goes. And he did it with us, making the rest of us feel invisible.
He would pass for some kind of Lord, or the devil we were warned about if he didn't have some kind of reverence for Sister Grace.
I found him terrifyingly intriguing and unnerving. He's a buff man who hardly smiled and only stretched his lips slightly when Sister Grace said something funny. His brows were furrowed and his broad shoulders were taut and rigid.
Sister Grace was chatting with him and giddily welcoming him to the orphanage but his face remained taut. Taut and cold. It was so cold that I felt goosebumps creeping up my spine.
She had to yell at me before I could snap out of it. She dismissed us and took him to the visitor's room.
I didn't leave. Subtly, I waited till they were done and he was out. His intimidating physique and height awed me that I was gaping again.
This man would crush me in a second if I say as much as a hello to him, or go close to him. But even that weirdly excited me. The thought of being close to him left a weird wetness between my legs. It was the first time I ever felt that way. When he kissed Sister Grace goodbye, I felt his gaze brush past me.
I gasped. But it was too quick and in the next second, he was gone. It's been six months since that day and I've never been able to get that moment out of my head.
It stayed in my head and after that day, he dropped by once every month and I always hid in a corner and peered at him.
My curiosity got the best of me and I had to ask Sister Grace about him. I can clearly remember the weird look she shot me before giving me a brief reply.
"His name is Fredrick Salvatore. He's our biggest donor and has great plans for the orphanage."
"Hmm." I had tried to appear less curious but my mind was at war, trying to feel every inch of his name. Fredrick Salvatore. An edgy name for an edgy man.
"He's 38 years old and a bit eccentric. I suggest you stay away from him, Astrid. Don't let your over-curiosity put you in harm's way."
"Are you saying he's dangerous?"
"No. I'm saying that you should be careful. Don't get friendly with him like you do with our other donors. He's certainly not someone who can endure your overly bubbly nature. You've noticed how moody he gets, right?"
"Yeah." For a man as strikingly handsome as he is, I wonder why he never bothers to smile.
I've always wondered what he would look like with a bit of a smile. No matter how little.
"You're a sweet girl, Astrid. The smartest here. I love everything about you. And I know you always wanna be kind to our donors. But Fredrick isn't the usual kind. He doesn't look like he is."
"What do you mean, Sister Grace?"
"I don't know. He just seems a bit off. Like a…"
"Menace." I complete it and she nods.
"So stay away. Please. Don't bother getting friendly with him."
That night, I went to bed with a heavy heart. Sister Grace's warning leaves behind a pit of guilt in me. I try to ask for forgiveness from the universe but I end up fantasizing about him instead.
That's when I realize that I'm a goner and I can never get Fredrick Salvatore out of my mind.
I indulge my crazy urge to always peer at him when he visits. He becomes my only vice and it makes me feel a great tide of shame and guilt. Sometimes, I try to confess to Sister Grace about it, but I lose my courage.
I can't tell her that I didn't take her advice. I can't tell her that I committed the same sin she warned against every morning sermon. That I go to bed with thoughts of a man and I awaken to it. It'll break her heart.
So it became my dirty little secret and peering at him became my guilty pleasure. One that's gonna take me down the farthest part of hell.
The screeching sounds behind me force me out of the way with a yelp. The black van stops in front of me and three men jump out.
They grab me before I can even think of running off. My bags fall and I watch the tomatoes Sister Grace had specifically requested rolling and disappearing in all directions. Firm hands cover my mouth, muffling my screams as I get hurled into the van and the door shut.
"Where are you taking me?!" That's all I can say before I feel a piercing feeling in my arm and I slowly black out.
EAGAN I let the rope go and I watch the huge metal fall on the man's burly body, squashing every bone in him. Blood spills to the walls and on my fucking face but his last cries are a goddamn symphony to my ears. It's everything I imagined it to be. His lifeless body glares at me and I can't help the satisfaction pounding against my heart. "I'll be seeing you in hell, brother." I say, taking a longer look at the face that had left me sleepless for the past months. Now he's dead. Gone. Vanished. And I'm a step fucking close to getting what I want. I stride out of the room, meeting a long trial of my men in the hallway. One of them hands me a towel and I wipe off the blood on my face. "Congratulations, boss." Liam says from behind me, as we take the elevator. "Thanks," I reply with an exhale. "We should celebrate this. You and me." "Sure, boss. I'll have a few drinks ready." We reach my bedroom on the top floor and he disappears to probably get the drinks. I head to my balcon
EAGAN"That's her, right?" Liam asks with a bit of apprehension. "The girl you…""Yes. It's her." I stop him from going into details. I know what he's gonna say. And I hate to hear him always say it. For the last six months, I've tried to convince myself that possessing Love Island City is my only obsession. But that's a fucking lie.Deep down, there's a more corrosive obsession, eating me up slowly. I don't fucking admit it, not even to myself. But at night, when I'm going crazy, locked in my bathroom with my hard cock in my wet grip, jerking off to her face on my phone's screen and nutting on the bathroom floor — only then do I admit that I'm fucking obsessed and crazy over the little sexy doll from the orphanage. Astrid Sage.Terribly young and naive. Innocent but fucking sexy. She's everything I'm unfamiliar with in my choice of women, but I still can't get her the fuck out of my head.It started with my first visit to the orphanage. Seeing her with the other kids, I'm not sure
ASTRID"50 million dollars!" My whimpering reduces as the dry, hoarse voice silences the crowd. I find myself gasping for air and for once since I got kidnapped, I try to control my tears. The voice reverberates in my head, leaving a trail of recognition behind. Everyone seated here is a monster. Why would any of their voices sound familiar to me?Desperately, I search the crowd, looking for who owns the voice. For some reason, I badly wanna know. Just to prove if I'm right or not. If the voice is indeed the same one that has haunted my mind for months. "Who…who said that?" The organizer stutters. He sounds a bit scared. The confidence and enthusiasm he's been speaking with is gone. In the crowd, at the back bleachers, a man stands to his feet. Huge. Buff. Dominating. Dark.My jaw drops.It's him. Fredrick Salvatore.What's he doing here, looking more terrifyingly sinful and drenched in a horrific aura? He looks scary, not in an intriguing way like before. But in a nightmarish wa
EAGAN"Everyone's talking about what you did at the event, boss." Liam informs as I step into the house, tipsy as hell. The auction ended a few hours ago and I headed to one of my nightclubs for a few drinks. Liam notices my tipsy state and backs away. My heavy eyes fall on the couch and I go to it, slumping with a dragged sigh."What are they saying? That I lost my fucking mind?" My voice oozes with dry sarcasm. "Yes, Boss. They think you're insane for bidding that much for her. Now, they're trying to figure out what's in it for you.""Nosy bastards!" For someone like me who sticks my nose into everyone's shit, it's rich to call someone else 'nosy'.But I'll give anything to make them forget what I did tonight and that they ever laid their eyes on Astrid. I want the memories of her, cleaned off from the minds of every bastard present in the event. She was almost naked. That shit still pisses me off. I always fantasize about what she looks like behind those oversized, tacky cloth