She woke up with a start, and with a blinding headache. How did she get on the bed? She wondered, as she slowly scanned her environment with her eyes. This was definitely not her room. She suddenly realized, and then hissed from the blinding headache.She felt a movement beside her, and she smiled. The memories from last night came rushing back to her, and her smile broadened. Last night with Marco had been very memorable and extra ordinarily hot. She recalled, and blushed hard from its effect. Even in her drunken state, she'll never forget such a beautiful and blissful experience with Marco. They had gone rounds after rounds as though they were made of steel, yet non was ready to give up on the flow of desires. Taking a deep breath, she turned sideways to look at her partner who had made her night, with a fond smile playing on her lips, but his back was turned to her. Still with the smile on her lips, she slowly traced through his spine with her middle finger. She couldn't help
Get me the footage from the club last night. Vincent said to Duello as he opened the car door for him.Yes boss. Duello replied simply, and waited patiently until he entered the car, and he closed the door softly after him. It was clear that his boss was pissed off, and he couldn't help but pray that his wrath doesn't fall on him, because whoever was unfortunate to have a taste of his wrath might not go free; but he couldn't help but wonder who was the source of his bosses anger, could it be the lady that left earlier? He wondered earnestly. Vincent was silent throughout the ride to his company, but he kept clenching and unclenching his fist from the anger flowing through his veins towards the young lady who had slapped him again.Take me to the base. He said suddenly from the backseat, and Duello turned swiftly and briefly to look at him.But sir, it is day time and... He trailed off in his objection, as his eyes caught sight of his boss glaring at him from the review mirror, and h
The pain and heartbreak was completely intense as she made her way out of the Café in tears. Her legs were shaking and the sobs successfully tore through her throats and out of her lips as soon as she was steps away from the Café. This was only one of the ways for her to save her mother's life, and losing this job now was equivalent to losing her mom. She walked slowly to the bus stop, and sat there and continued sobbing while waiting for the bus, ignoring the stares that was coming her way, for everyone was curious to know why a beautiful lady like herself was crying in an open place. It must be that she broke up with her boyfriend! Someone commented from a safe distance. Pulling herself together, she wiped her tears and entered the bus that just arrived, and headed straight to the hospital. Stop crying Elena, you're more than this. She whispered to herself slowly, as she patted her chest, but it was as though her control had slipped and another tear rushed down her cheek which
Vincent’s POVI sat heavily on my seat after the bitch of a personal assistant exited my office, and I sighed deeply. There were many things on my mind, but surprisingly the same subject which was the same lady who I ought not to think about. I lean on my seat and rubbed my temples in deep thoughts. One thing I couldn’t quite explain is my need to hurt the lady so badly, and still I can’t exactly do a thing. All my life, my whole thoughts and actions had been centered on money, power and influence, never women. Now having to think of the same lady over and over again must certainly constitute an insane state of mind. I reasoned numbly. It was so unlike me to keep thinking of a subject, over and over again, unless it had something to do with my plans for revenge, the plans that have brought me this far in both the business world, and the mafia world.Fuck, I think I really do need a therapist now. I mumbled and rubbed my forehead in frustration. I hate to think about her really, bu
Elena’s POVSo I started working at the club, not as a bar attender what so ever, but as a fucking pole dancer, in other words known as the stripper. Don’t judge me though, everything I do and will ever do is as a result of my need to settle my moms bills, and see that she gets back to health. You look beautiful. Amelia commented with a smile at the little piece of clothing I was putting on while getting ready for hell. Yeah, I look more like a slut. I replied her drastically with a frown on my face but she grinned instead. And a slut you will be tonight for the purpose of getting what you want. The lady in charge said from where she stood and I couldn’t help but frown even more. You really need to stop frowning, you will destroy your makeup. The make up artist chipped in, and I sighed in exhaustion. This was never the plan, but with Amelia reminding me of the limited time I had to save my mom, I couldn’t help but do something I wouldn’t dare do on a normal bases. Guess I will h
Narrator's POVIt felt heartbreaking to be dancing like she was, only to be getting a look of disgust, but little did she know that it was the other way round. The look on his face wasn’t because he didn’t like her dancing steps, but he was only disgusted in himself for wanting to take her forcefully from that pole and bang her right on the table. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted in himself for wanting the same lady who his aim was to deal with her and nothing more. He watched her dance seductively with little to no smile on her face, and yet she looked so beautiful and so fucking irresistible that it hurts to even think about. He was meeting with Mr. Ferrari and Fields who were strong forces in the mafia world and he needed them to team up with his group. He didn’t trust Mr. Ferrari and his people, but to him, it was safer to keep the enemies close to him, and right under his watch, and everything was going well until she walked through that door. He couldn’t bring himself to
Narrator’s POVElena! Please wake up. A voice called out to her in her sleep, and she groaned tiredly. She wasn’t ready to wake up any time soon, and who ever was calling her right now was actually disrupting he peaceful sleep.Go Away! She managed to say slowly without opening her eyes, and Amelia groaned in annoyance. You have to wake up now Elena, else you'd miss your interview. Amelia told her in a serious tone, but Elena only groaned and turned away from her. I have no interview to attend, so please let me sleep. She replied through a groan and Amelia sighed in distress. You have a fucking interview to attend this morning dummy, and if you don’t wake up right now, I will have to use another technique. Amelia threatened in a no nonsense tone, but Elena simply ignored her and continued sleeping.Without another word, Amelia went into the fridge and took a can of chilled water, and walked back to the bed with a serious look on her face. Elena, I am afraid that if you don’t wake
Elena’s POVI hadn’t really expected Mark to be nice to me here, knowing fully well that I had ignored him totally that night, but he was being overly nice and sweet as though we have been friends for ages, and I suddenly felt guilty for acting that way on that unfortunate night. Well seems like I got what I deserved, because on the same night, I had the most embarrassing experience of my life, and yet he didn’t seem ready to question me about what had transpired that might, between their boss and I, and I was totally grateful about that, because I had no excuse cooked up for that night. As he chatted heartily about his wishes that I would be employed so that we could get to hang out together, my eyes swept to the guy from earlier. He held an unreadable look on his face, but his eyes seemed hold a strong warning, which I realized was directed to Mark; and just as I have guessed, Mark looked at him and suddenly fell silent which was very suspicious. I stared at him for a long time