Taming her

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Bohden's POV

In our race, nothing feels better than having a good blood bag at your disposal. It doesn't only bring peace to your heart but also straightens your powers and makes you the most powerful. Anyone can be a blood bag and they are everywhere but the good blood bags are very rare, the people of my kind have been hunting for then and taking them under their wings, bounding them to themselves.

For the past 300 years, I have never come across such a good scent of blood, the smell of it so hypnotising and alluring that it pulls you to it, making you lose your sanity completely.

The lady that was in my arms was that rare gem, I wonder how she escaped the clutches of my kind but then she was never going to escape mine, because once she is in arms, she is there to stay.

I first saw her at the afterparty last night, although the scent wasn't strong because of the presence of a lot of people, I still felt like she was the one. Standing by the balcony, staring back at me.

I just stepped out for an important issue for a short while and when I came back, she was gone. To be able to meet with her again today was like God was giving me another chance, another chance to take her to my hell and lock the doors so she wouldn't escape forever.

"So tell me, What happened to you little miss?" I asked again, refusing to back out. If there was one thing that I was very famous for then it is manipulation.

I saw her body stiffen and lowered her eyes down, biting her lower lip, definitely trying to talk herself out if she could trust me. That's how delicate humans were, approach them when they are at their lowest then I assure you will get whenever you want from them.

Suddenly her phone beeped, with trembling hands she opened the text and soon her knees gave away, she fell to her knees. Her eyes becoming blurry with tears as she looked at her phone screen, I wondered what truly happened to her.

So I crouched down and took the phone from her hand, she was hesitant but then let me. On her screen were blurred pictures, posted on social media page, although the picture was blurry one could tell they were nudes.

On the center of it was a big question mark, the caption said, 'Last night was lit, whose celebrity's pics do you think it is?'. The poster had thousands of abusive comments, everybody throwing their opinion even before they knew what happened to the girl in the picture.

Now everything made sense to me, somebody was blackmailing her. Was it her boyfriend? Wait, ex-boyfriend?. "Is somebody threatening you with this?" I asked, raising her chin up. Her face and eyes were all red for crying so much, this poor little thing.

"I…. I can't talk about it here" she finally spoke, making my lips curl up in victory. If she was planning to tell me then it means she has trusted me for someone who just got broken by whoever it is.

Anybody has to tell her that once she enters my room, she is not coming out of it for life. I absolutely cannot let other demons take her, she is exactly what I have been searching for and now that she is within my reach, the little girl better brace herself.

"That's okay, we'll go somewhere else" I stood up and extended my hand to her, she hesitantly looked up at me."You can trust me" I said and handed her my business card.

Her eyes enlarged, her body moving back as if I was going to eat her, well that was the plan but then not until we talk this out.

After a short while of thinking, she finally took my hand and I helped her up on her feet. Holding the small of her back I led her back to my suit, unlike the first time she now felt a little comfortable around me.

Was it because of my business card? Do we know each other? Absolutely no way, I've only seen her at the party and then now.

I handed her a cup of coffee and she slowly opened up, telling me everything that happened to her. I just found out that she is a celebrity signed under my own company. I really have to know these guys now and be a good boss for once, I told myself internally.

I only do the hard work to make the company progress and make sure it always stands first around the world of entertainment. But the little tasks like taking care of the staff and the artists signed under my company, I employed special people for that.

I called my secretary to inquire about the guy she mentioned. But there was no John Lewis in the list of employees of my company, just who the hell was that John guy? How dare he mess with what is mine? The artist was under me so technically mine!.

"Don't worry Mrs Avyanna, I will take care of this" I said crossing my legs. Her pale face lightened after hearing my words "Really! You… you would help me?" She asked almost jumping from her seat.

I know how sensitive such matters are for a successful celebrity like her, once the pictures gets out it would be game over for her even if she is the most loved celebrity.

So I made up my own plan for her, its a win win situation so she shall agree to it, and she doesn't have to know what she is getting herself into for now. We'll,they say save the best for the last.

"Of course I can, I'm your boss so If I couldn't even save my artist what's the meaning of being one" I said taking a sip of my coffee, my eyes looking at her unwavering.

"Oh thank you so much sir! Thank you so very much! You just don't know how much this mean to me! I don't even know how to thank you enough" she said, linking her palms together with tears of …. joy? Pleasing humans is such a tiny thing.

"Well, I know a way that you can thank me better Mrs. Lark and please don't worry it has nothing to do with sex" I said, assuring her.

Her smile fell, "Um… what would that be sir?" She asked and I could see the nervousness clouding her again, she took a cup and took a mouthful.

I looked at her for awhile before breaking the deal to her "Be my contracted wife for two years Mrs Lark, I assure you to sort this blackmailer issue before you know it and I promise a great future for your career. Think about it and answer me Mrs Lark".

The cup in her hands dropped down, staining the carpet with the coffee and shattered to the ground, she looked like she was ran over by a truck.