CLARISSA
"He would be leaving in a few, then I would be able to clean his office.""Oh okay, try to be quick, we have a lot of preparation to do for tomorrow." My best-friend, Denise told me and I sighed, staring longingly at my boss's door."Well, knowing Mr Frost, I might be here until early hours of tomorrow morning, this man works like he's some superhuman…" I sighed.Just as Denise started to speak again, the door to his office pulled open and he stepped out with a slight smile on his face, his square-shaped glasses perched on his nose and his phone to his ear.Just like that, I was not hearing anything Denise was saying anymore, and my mouth went slack and extremely dry."I'll… call you later, okay? Bye." I hung up right away.This reaction happened every single time I saw this man. He was perfection. A six foot god with a ripped body, lean muscles and a perfectly sculpted face. He had a perfect olive tan and crisp black hair that fell over his face. His eyes were a very stormy gray, cold, only lighting up a bit when his wife was around. Yes, wife. This Greek god of a man had gone ahead to break every single New York spinster's heart by marrying too early. It was the only reason I had not thrown myself at him yet. His wife seemed nice. Also, I barely had the balls to do it. Maybe Frost, but definitely not me.I let him lock the door and walk away without sparing me a glance while I stood there by the corner. I could have simply asked him not to lock the door, that I would be cleaning right now anyways, but then, I was always tongue tied around this man.Sighing, I watched him disappear into the elevator before entering his office with my cleaning tools. Firstly, I sat on his office chair with a smile on my face, opening his switched off laptop and typing into it whilst I pretended that I was some kind of assistant, instead of an ordinary cleaner.Minutes later, I gently closed his laptop, stood up and got to work. After I was done cleaning every nook and cranny, I decided to sniff my armpit and shuddered from the stench.Would it be so bad if I had a quick shower in here?I peeped into his bathroom, stunned by its neatness and luxury once again. No matter how many times I saw it, I could not stop being amazed.Everywhere I looked there was either glass, a gold furniture, marble, or manyAfter a while, I got out of my clothes, telling myself that I would only take a minute. What was the worst that could happen? Mr Frost had gone home already…Gingerly, I stepped into the bathroom and after several minutes, I finally discovered how to turn on the shower and began to lather myself with every single body wash I saw there. I made sure not to use much though, cautious about him noticing in the morning. The hot water poured down my rather soft skin and massaged my bones it poured down on me with a full force.By the time I finally decided to get out of his shower, I had spent almost thirty five minutes in already, so I hurriedly dabbed my skin clean and threw on his towel, hoping he smelled me on it the next day.At the thought, a smile took over my lips as I stepped out of the bathroom. I had only taken a few steps forward when the front door pushed open and my heart legit flew to my mouth for the first few seconds at the sight in front of me.What was Mr Frost doing here again so soon?He reeked of alcohol too, and his clothes, which had been well-arranged at the time he left was now really tattered… What exactly had happened to him? Well, I was definitely not waiting to find out.Thankfully, he had not turned to see me yet, so I did what every normal human being would; I turned around swiftly and began to tiptoe back into the bathroom as quietly as I could.I did not get far."Who the fuck are you?" I heard his voice holler, heavy with liquor. Fear grabbed me by the throat."Shit," I muttered under my breath, fastening my steps towards the bathroom this time. Cold sweat broke out all over my skin as soon as a hand wrapped around my hand before I could escape."What are you doing in my towel? Aren't you the cleaner?" He tried to turn me around so he could see my face, but my toes were gripping the hard floor so hard, it seemed impossible for me to move.Seemed, however, because the moment he exerted his strength in the pull, I had whirled around at once and was staring straight at my boss's formidable face."S-Sir…" I started, my lips shaking violently. He looked me over, his eyes different. I could smell the liquor on him, strong as hell.Just how drunk was he?"Take it off." He insisted, finally letting his eyes focus on my face. My eyes widened several inches and I even had to stick my fingers in my ears to clean them just to be sure I heard right."What… What did you say, Sir?" I asked, my face beet red by now. I couldn't have heard wrong…He moved closer so we were standing toe to toe, then with his breath fanning my face, he told me, "I said, take my towel off this instant."Swallowing, I turned around to rush into the bathroom and do as he said, but then in a flash, the towel was ripped off my body and the cold of the luxurious office hit me right away.I was frozen in my steps, I did not hear him come behind me until he was flush against my naked back. I gasped, feeling his hard member poke my butt through his pants.Was that for me?Despite how wrong this felt, despite the fact that I was basically being assaulted, I could not deny how hot this made me feel, how soaked I had gotten from his proximity even if he hadn't literally laid a hand on me yet."You're shaking. Are you cold? Or is that… fear?" He questioned against my ear, his voice tight, his breath reeking of alcohol.It was quite shameful that I had no atom of fear in me right now. In fact, for some stupid reason, I was of full belief that this man would not hurt me…Stupid, I was so stupid."… I don't think I'm scared of you, Sir… At least, not like this…" I let myself say the truth."Hmm. How would you deal with it if a partner commits the worst offense, then goes ahead to tell you he or she did it because the person wanted to be free? He or she has been living in fear all along… All her shivers, all her cries, all that was just fear. It was a duty, nothing was true…" His hand finally rested on my right hip, his breath fanning my neck now. It was so cold in the room, yet I was so hot, I barely heard a word he said, even.I just… I prayed he did not get to feel how soaked I was down there for him. I would not be able to show my face here again if that happened…"I'm… I'm so sorry about whatever is bothering you, Sir. I wish I could help.""Who said you couldn't?" Mr Frost muttered, then spun me around too easily. I wrapped my arms around my chest in a futile attempt to cover my small C-cups. He simply gave my body a once over and then looked back at me, "I want real shivers, I want real moans, and I want them from you."I was not allowed a response, I only felt my feet leaving the ground and then I was carried to a different room inside his office. He practically threw me into his bed and when he climbed on top of me, he muttered against my lips,"If they are not real, do not do it. I want everything real, from the shivers, to the moans… everything. I would make it good for you, give me your best truth." He instructed like this was a business deal and he was not about to have sex with an employee.And why did I still lie here?Before I could open my mouth to protest, he had parted my legs and slapped my pussy, hard.I cried out, shocked to the brim. My elbows came up on the bed and I peered at him but he was looking straight at my cunt."Just checking to see if you enjoy pain. You do. I do not think we have a problem, then."With that, he slipped two fingers inside me and began to pump them inside of me, in and out until I was dizzy with need.His eyes stayed on mine throughout, like he was reading me… I could not help but wonder what he saw.Was this actually happening, though? Why did it feel like one of my delusional wet dreams?"You feel so good…" He commented in a hoarse tone, adding another finger and causing me to lean off the bed with a slight gasp.I had not really been with many men… by that, I meant that I had only been with one man, ever, and even his dick did not stretch me as much as my boss's thick fingers.Mr Frost kept pumping his fingers into me with that glazed over look in his eyes, until I was unable to hold it in any longer. My legs shook as my first orgasm broke out of me. He yanked his fingers out of me at once, causing a sad whimper to escape my lips. His hands went for his belt right away though, and by the time he took out his dick, my jaw was on the ground."Oh my God…"He flashed me his signature frown, lowering himself so he hovered over my naked body. Then he whispered against my lips, "Cole. Not fucking god. Cole."With that, he slammed into me in one fluid go, and my shriek was the loudest thing I had ever heard.He didn't let me hide my voice though; instead, Cole made sure I was as vocal as possible throughout the night as he defiled my body in every way, every position.This was definitely a huge mistake, but it was the best mistake I had made in a while.CLARISSAI was all dressed for work that Monday morning after the incident on Thursday, but I could not bring myself to move an inch out of the door.Denise was not making it any easier, too."I mean… never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that you would go down with your boss. You, of all people! You're the most reserved person I know, you slut!" She teased, whilst hitting the coffee maker over and over just to get it to work. It was a bit faulty, but we knew how to work our way around the thing.The sweet scent of French toast and sweet potatoes wafted across the living room from the kitchen and the coffee followed through. Denise was heavy on breakfast; I, on the other hand, could not care less.Besides, I had no appetite for food today.I leaned back against the couch, deep in thought. Should I just quit? I asked myself."It's been days now, Rissa, come on, get over it. I'm sure he's even forgotten about it. He was drunk and he has a wife, even if he remembered, I do not
AUBREYI stared at my brown haired reflection, a small smile forming in the corner of my lips. To me, this marked a new beginning, a new Clarrisa. Denise and I just arrived at Aurora springs two months ago, it was as far as we could get from New York. The hairdresser just finished styling my short layered bob, Denise insisted that me cutting my hair was too drastic, but I was eager for a change, in every way possible. Here, I decided to go by the name Aubrey, that way I was certain there was no way on earth anyone from my past could reconnect. As we stepped out of the salon, the crisp chilling air crashed against our faces. "Hold up Rissa!" Denise called from behind me. I turned out, "it's Aubrey," I said through gritted teeth. She shrugged. "That's going to take a while to stick, sorry." I rolled my eyes. Denise and I decided to open a boutique so that the money wouldn't go to waste and we could get a sustainable source of income without having to work for someone. Today was go
COLE "What do you mean you moved your show to Aurora Springs, Trent? You were supposed to stay in my hotel here in New York, we had everything set for you already, for fuck's sake." I spat into the phone and Trent replied nonchalantly, "I was not the one who moved the show, man. Dante did. By the way, you have a branch here too, I would be staying in the one here." "You do know the one in Aurora Springs is one of the properties Laila got from me after the divorce, right? Technically, it is hers now." "Oh. Well, damn." I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "Dante wants us all at your show. For support, or some shit. All along, I thought it would be in New York." "Tough luck, man. See you at the show tomorrow." Trent told me in that mischievous tone of his. He was totally enjoying this. "Fuck you, Trent." I cussed at him and ended the call with that. Why did they all think I would ever get back with my wife? They saw us as the perfect couple, and probably did all this to get
AUBREY Finally, it was the D-day for Trent's concert. Purity jumped from place to place, chattering about the show and my heart felt like it would bust from watching her. I was glad that I was able to make her this happy. I knew just how much Purity loved listening to his music so this was a huge thing for her. As the hours flew by, I got her ready and we made our way to the venue for the concert. We waited in a long line eagerly waiting until it was finally our turn. "Tickets please," the man said. "For three," I said, handing our tickets to him as he granted us entry. I made sure that Purity and I were holding hands. As we took our front row seats. The place was rowdy and bustling with energy. Purity was so excited, this was going to be her very first concert. When the place was fully occupied, the beat dropped, signaling the start of the concert The neon lights flashed as fog began to gush out of the fog machines, giving the stage an ethereal visual. The crowd went wild with
COLE Trent's concert was as good as I expected. I had to be frank, the punk handled his shows pretty decently. "Good show." I told him on our way to the hall for the auction. He just smiled widely and patted my shoulder, grabbing a bottle of water from a random table. He was already gulping the content of the bottle before I could react. My palm connected with the back of his head and he almost choked on the water, as a result, he glared at me as soon as the bottle left his lips. He was coughing a bit violently too. I did not give a fuck about that, or his anger. "Are you sick, man? That water could be spiked or something." "I don't give a fuck right now, thank you for your concern, could you give it to someone who needs it?" He threw the bottle at me, but I dodged it before it could come in contact with my body. We entered the hall, still bickering like high school friends. It was just the vibe between Trent and I, which was why no one paid attention to what was happening betwe
AUBREYI was injected again, despite all my struggles to break free when they held me down.By the time my eyes finally peeled open, I was lying on a mattress, the sunlight almost blinding me. I looked around and gasped audibly. The room was massive, and almost every single furniture inside was white.There were chandeliers, other fancy lights, luxury designs and even some gold items laying around. The first thought I had when I saw the items was how much money I would make if I sold them.Then I recalled that they did not belong to me, so I should not be thinking that… Well, who did it belong to?I rubbed my temple in a bid to recall at least a little of what had gotten me here, and it took a while, but finally, something clicked and I slammed a hand over my mouth in remembrance."Purity! Oh my God, Denise!" I jumped off the bed with fresh tears gathering in my eyes as I called out again, "Purity! My child, please!"I was at the metal door now, banging at it hopelessly, praying to Go
COLE It was hard to tell her those things, hard to let her know that the world she had always known was about to take a wild turn. This was why I never bought any of the women from the auction. If I wanted a whore, I knew which bar/club to go to, I knew which phone call to make. I did not need a helpless woman in my home, serving as a 'pet'. This woman was tempting enough, to be truthful, with her lithe curves and doe eyes. Her smooth skin and creamy complexion added to how enchanting she was as well. She did not look like a mother, Aubrey.Her eyes were large when she looked back up at me. She was crying, and my hands were stuffed into my pocket as I hoped she did not expect me to console or see reason with her in the slightest. "Please…" She fell to her knees then and clapped her hands in front of each other, more tears staining her now rosy cheeks. "My daughter… She got admitted to some hospital and she needs surgery, I need to go see her, I need to… I need to beg the doctor to
AUBREY"Where are you taking us to?" I asked when we were in his car. He had dismissed Denise, loading her with a stack of cash for her Uber back home.He looked straight ahead as he drove, responding, "Another hospital. Is that not what I promised you?"I kept my mouth shut at that, letting him drive us. The entire ride was silent, save for the times that my daughter fell in and out of unconsciousness. I wondered if he would eventually let me go so we could go back to our old life together… Me, my daughter and Denise.What if I just told him the truth? No. No, men like this… he could try to take my child and over my dead body would I let my child grow up anywhere close to this man. He was dangerous, a part of something that was too dark for us.I would not let my daughter grow up around that…After a long ride, we finally stopped in front of a huge hospital and my daughter got admitted there. Almost everyone knew him, from the doctors to the nurses, even the patients.He spoke to the