All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"Oh fuck. Another night on my back for a man who thinks I'm beneath him." Calla whispered as she adjusted the strap of her red silk dress in the car mirror, fixing a loose curl behind her ear. Her lipstick was sharp, bold red. She looked like she belonged in this world of rich men and locked doors. She didn't. But no one needed to know that. The black car stopped in front of a private club tucked into the Upper East Side. No signs. No music. Just glass, stone, and silence. The kind of place that didn't need to prove anything. She pulled out her phone and reread the message, and sighed. [Big client. Private job. Don't screw it up. Suite 4.] No name. No details. Just orders. "Another night, another hungry male." She muttered to herself as she stepped out. "Let's dance, shall we?" Her heels hit the pavement as she walked towards the club. The bouncer gave her a long look, he was tall, thick neck, broken nose, face like stone. "Name?" he grunted, seizing her from up to her feet.

Calla sat in the dim light of her dressing room, staring at her phone. The club was extra busy today, and so was her heart.Two days had passed since that night he requested for her exclusively. Him whose name she didn’t know. She hadn’t expected to think about it. She should just say 'no' to him and move on. It was supposed to be another job, just another night. She had done it many times. But there was something about him. The way he didn’t try to rush, didn’t pressure her. Just took what he wanted, without a word.And Calla couldn’t stop thinking about the way his body felt pressed against hers.It wasn’t like it was new for her. She had been with men like him before. Rich. Powerful. Detached. But... He was different. He had a way of making everything feel... sharper."Gurl! What the fuck is you thinking! Better get ya ass ready 'fore Big Boss gets here and see ya ain't ready yet!" Luxe yelled, running around to get ready. "Shit!" She shook her head, trying to push him out of her

It was the same routine for the next days that followed. She helps Eli with his school work and mini projects, and she keeps herself busy with house chores. Luxe drops by from time to time.But Rico still hasn't contacted her. She couldn't help but imagine different scenarios in her head. 'Does he still want me or not? Or did he die or something?'She tried to get any information from Bruno, but he was tight-lipped. She gave up the questions.Come to think of it, she should be glad he isn't here. At least, she's free from fucking anybody and just living like a normal person.'Your life can never be normal, Lyra,' something reminded her. And it was true.She's given up on having a dream, a good life, a boyfriend, or any of that stuff years ago. Now, all that mattered was her brother and his future.She hated her dad for putting her in this position. Becoming a sex worker at a young age isn't something she had planned for her future, but there was nothing else she could do.Work as an e

Calla gave a quick nod and looked away. Rico strode closer to her, took her chin between his thumb and index, then made her look at him."You always have to use your words. No nods or shakes," he said. "Understood?"Her eyes were locked with his, she could see his eyes clearly. The gray was mixed with a little green.She swallowed, "Understood."Rico turned to Ezio, his eyes dark as he spoke. "Non voglio che tu ci provi con lei, Ezio." 'I don't want you flirting with her, Ezio'Ezio's grin deepened, his eyes flickered between Calla, then settled back on Rico. "Stavo solo scherzando, niente di serio," 'I was just joking around, nothing serious' he replied, brushing it off with a shrug.Rico’s eyes didn’t waver, he maintained his poised look. "Comunque… con lei non si flirta," 'Still... you don't flirt with her.'"Okay, okay," Ezio took two steps away, hands in the air, but his mischievous grin never left his face.He winked at Calla and walked away, not before patting Rico's shoulder.