Chained To The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

Joanne moaned and writhed pathetically on the dirty tiled floor of the small apartment. She squeezed her eyes shut to cry, but it seemed as though previous situations like this one had drained her tear ducts dry.Only blood streamed along her face, the wound a jagged cut on her forehead. Pieces of glass were still lodged on its surface, and the rest were strewn along a straight path to the living room."Oh God." whispered a husky voice. It was a short burly man holding a broken wine bottle. He traipsed slowly towards her."Joanne. Why did you make me do this?" he asked. "You didn't even give me a chance to explain. Why must you always criticize me?!"Joanne spat on the dirty floor. "You fucking - I don't even know what you are. How many women did you send your dick to? That intern? She's barely 18. What about the woman at the grocery store you were begging to fuck? The latino woman that lives across from us? The one you wanted to suck her golden juices?"Conan winced and could not loo

Charles turned up the intensity of his soul-piercing gaze. It was almost too much to bear, and Joanne thought she would melt onto the floor. "Where - Is - My - Bid?" Charles repeated slowly, his eyes still fixed on Joanne, but asking Mitch. Joanne cranked open her mouth with sheer willpower. "That's everything I was given. Sir." she mumbled.Charles moved his dangerous eyes to Mitch."Mitch. Can I please have my quantity bid? You know, the one took me and my team four months to prepare? And another 4 for you to vet? And another two for us to submit? You know the one, yes?" Charles recited. "I don't understand, Sir." Mitch sweated profusely. "You. Woman! You were supposed to file every

Brian Tracy, a 6 foot male with slicked back hair and a slightly muscular build, walked out of the elevator. He stiffened down the tail of his black blazer as he strolled towards Charles McAllister's office. On his way, he wound his arms around a young woman delivering hard copy mails for the staff.  "Did you miss me, Melanie?" he asked.The girl giggled as he wove his hands around her dress, pulling, squeezing and lifting."Nuh uh, Mr Tracy." she replied playfully. "I didn't even notice you were gone.""Well, now that there's a problem I have to fix." Tracy said heaving under his breath. But when he looked up to see a strange movement in Charles' office, something switched in his mind. "For l

"Very astute observation, Employee. Incredible even. Surely your talents are being wasted behind that small desk?" retorted Brian. He looked at her briefly before going back to his phone."What do you want?"he asked."I - ""I, I, I, I," Brian mocked. "Jeezus, are you like slow or something? Because you need to state that in your CV."Joanne gathered herself."Mr. Tracy, what are you doing there?"Brian looked up."Excuse Me?""Huh?""What the fuck did you just ask me?!"Joanne looks down. Why did he have to be here? Of all people?"This....is Mr McAllister's office, Sir. I can't let anyone in here."Brian laughs and then gets up. He gets close to Joanne, his chest almost hovering over her nose."Hey, Employee. I knew you were kinda stupid, but not stupid stupid. You know who I am, yet you still threatening me?"He drew a cigarette from his breast pocket, lighted and blew a few fumes into her nose."Mr McAllister specifically instructed me not to-""Listen, here's the deal alright. Now

"Are you being serious, right now?""He's been waiting.""But I didn't get the invite! No e-mail, or text."A few other staff were eavesdropping on the conversation, and every single one of them began to pull up their phones. Presumably to look for an invite."I'm just a messenger, Mr Robin. The Auto show has already started"Joanne began to pull away. The effect she was hoping for had not yet presented itself, but if she hesitated, then it would surely come crashing down."Wait." Robin pleaded."Hmm?""The Auto Show? Where is it??""Grenada.""You'll never make it to see the Boss. Grenada is four hours away. If you go even now, without traffic, you'd be getting there by 2PM. Mr McAllister would have headed somewhere else" said a middle-aged man in the next cubicle.Mr Robin was a determinate soul. Or more accurately, desperate. After all, McAllister Corp paid the best wages in the country. It would be disastrous to lose that. He tore apart his desk looking for something in a frenzied