The MistressRodriguez could recognize that voice anywhere, it was one of those high pitched voices that were the most annoying and could only belong to a select few people. And this one belonged to Stella. He had met Stella at an event he’d had to attend in France to help close a business with another group. She was a model, a pretty bratty young model.She had a face many would kill for but it was also paired with an attitude that could kill many. She irritated him from the very first few words that she’d uttered to him, but somehow she had been like a boomerang throughout the trip. Always finding her way to him, she seemed to be in every corner that he looked and after some time she just grew on him.She was undoubtedly very beautiful, so after a while of her always ‘accidentally running’ into him, or accidentally happening to be everywhere that he went, they had hooked up. It was nothing to him, average at best he’d say and this had nothing to do with the fact that he considered h

Stirring TroublesSilver frowned in confusion. She had heard that name before but couldn’t quite put a finger to where she heard it. And then it hit her, it was the woman that had been disrupting their evening the previous night. Silver had no idea who she was or what she wanted, but from the call, Rodriguez’ reaction and now the fact that she was at the house even after he had repeatedly told her no was enough to paint a clear picture of her. Silver felt upset that this woman was continually ruining her moments with Rodriguez. Rodriguez’ expression was a mask of pure fury. At this point he wanted nothing more than to squeeze the other females neck until she was no more. His hands balled into fists and his eyes took on a deeper shade, a clear sign that he was beyond pissed. He lifted himself off the bench, his stance one of rage. “Get inside and go into the room Silver. I’ll join you in a moment.” Rodriguez said coldly, causing Silver’s heart to burn painfully in her chest. They ha

The Dark Side Silver sat alone on the bed, sad eyes looking longingly at Rodriguez’ side of the bed. She hadn’t seen the older man since the afternoon and had no idea where he could be. Sighing sadly, she moved from the bed towards the bathroom, deciding that a bath would probably do her some good. Stripping off her clothes she caught sight of a picture on the dresser, it was mainly covered by some other items but the small frame was still visible nevertheless. Picking up the frame she smiled at a much much younger version of Rodriguez, he looked to be about five or six and he had his arms slung over the shoulder of another boy his age. Silver frowned. Those eyes looked oddly familiar, she wracked her brain for some minutes trying to pinpoint where exactly she had seen those eyes but gave up after a couple minutes of coming up blank. She made a mental note to ask Rodriguez about the picture, placing it back in the spot that she had picked it from. Heading into the bathroom, she tu

Brown EyesRodriguez stood perched at his favorite corner in his favorite position. Ankles locked, arms folded. He watched with angry eyes the man that dangled in the middle of the room. He had been strung up with chains fixed into a beam on the ceiling. His men had done a good job with him, aside the stab in his thigh, which he had given him personally, the man’s body was littered with wounds and whip marks. Rodriguez had left most of the torture to them. He knew just how much they enjoyed it, he himself guilty of the pleasures. He had let them have their fun with this one though, with only one instruction. Find out who sent him. They still haven’t been able to crack him on that one, which made bullets of rage run through Rodriguez’ being. Although something interesting had happened. This intruder was asking for something. Or someone rather, Silver. According to his men, he had mentioned that he had very important information for Silver only. Rodriguez had many questions in his mi

The Mistress and The MysteryStella was parked away from the estate, watching the men parole the entrance, she had tried to reach Rodriguez again but the handsome man had refused to take the calls, she wasn’t sure if he just wasn’t with his phone or had simply refused to take calls from numbers he couldn’t recognize. The latter sounding more plausible. She bit her blood red coated lips as she concentrated hard, what was she doing wrong? By now, she had thought the man would have been wrapped around her fingers, finally succumbing to her charms. Rodriguez was stubborn, she would give him that, and that drove her out of her mind. Or maybe he had a mistress? The thought set fire to her skin and made her heart beat faster in anger and jealousy. The fury that she felt was simply overwhelming and she shook her head in an effort to drive those thoughts away. There was no need torturing herself with images such as those. It was simply impossible. It was one of the reason why she was obsess