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| When she’s one by day and another by night… I’m 33-year-old Maya Richardson, a curvy one, living a double life by night in the underground since 16, and known under another name…. Maya Richardson is a shy, clumsy girl, woman. Alysa Barent is a sexy monster, as I’m called and feared. Maya Richardson wears glasses and never leaves her hair loose. Alysa Barent is almost always with rebel locks of hair and never wears glasses. Maya Richardson’s outfit is always with loose items of clothing, the ugliest out there. Alysa Barent’s outfit is always with clothes embracing her curves, mostly leather ones from waist up, and a hot and deadly babe of the night. Not a skinny one, don’t get confused. But I have the right curves in the right places. For the last 18 months, I’m working at Blake Enterprises on a low job position, that of a financial planer in the team of, obviously, the Financial Manager. I’m here for the benefits of having a job besides the paycheck. My mother is a special needs person, having cancer, and I need this job for the healthcare benefits it provides to legally cover her treatment and all included, not for the money I receive as a salary. However, since for months ago, my direct boss has a shift in attitude out of the blue, constantly finding unreal faults in my work, bullying me before the other staff, till today when he’s really pissed off and sends me directly to the CEO to see my unrelated to the CEO work report and fire me himself for the mistakes he considers I’ve made, though the report has none. The CEO is none other than the famous 29-year-old billionaire and playboy Sony Blake. There’s no woman out there who wouldn’t fall on her knees in front of him and desire him and submit to any of his wants. Trust me. A heartthrob is a little kid compared to him. Those piercing blue eyes of his melt you down off your feet. He’s a cold and cruel man. Sort of a modern bad boy, so to speak. Gossip magazine have headlines over headlines with his scandals. But his business expands, without worries. And no, I’m not among those women. I’m immune to all that. And yes, he has Italian origins. I walk in his office as shy Maya and walk out as confident Alysa telling him I resign after I see he’s got a strange attitude towards me, though I’ve never met him face to face till this moment. I do hand in my resignation to my direct boss afterwards, yet, a bit later, when I’m in a nearby coffee shop to chill out from the anger of all things pulled on me when I know I’ve done nothing wrong, more strange things happen to my astonishment and increasing irritation, having now as main lead Sony Blake himself…. *** “If something happens to you, like getting arrested, Alysa, what is your sick mother going to do? She needs care and you’re the only one she has, isn’t that right?” His voice and words are banging my brain and heart and my feet stop walking. I’m with my back at him. […] I don’t move, just sigh in anger. “What’s your game on this? What do you want? Just say it.” The answer comes without delay and he stresses the word with a thick, full of desire voice that grates my nerves and flames my heart and brain. “You.” “Purpose of it.” I don’t delay my reply either. “Legal wife.” |
| Genres of the book |
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| Billionaire Romance, Curvy Girl Romance, Mafia Romance, Dark Mafia Romance, Possessive Alpha Males, Strong Female Lead, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, with a HEA. |
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| *This book contains language and mature themes. Suitable for +18 audience because of that. |
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| Billionaire’s Baby Mafia, by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright © May 2021. All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. |
Chapter 1 – Play The Stupid And Shy
Maya
“Maya?”
I turn around from my cubical to my team leader, Shawn, arranging my glasses on my nose.
He’s in his late forties, athletic, and stern. He fucking hates me, to be honest.
“Y-Yes?” I take my shy attitude and inch to his desk with all the other co-workers silencing around, all eyes on us.
My hands are hugging each other in front and I’m waiting for him to say.
He takes off his thick framed glasses and massages his forehead, throwing on his desk, into my direction, a lengthy file.
Shit….
There are some chuckles behind me….
“What’s that, Maya? Is that your report for the financial planning? Tell me it’s not….” He’s in a low, growling voice, avoiding my gaze.
Yes, it is. And yes, it’s perfectly done. As fucking always. But no, you always have to find fault in it, as in everything I fucking do! God! I hate him and this job! Keep it in, Maya…. And play along…. You need this job for some more. Wait some more. Play the stupid and shy Maya….
“Umm…. Yes…. But if it’s….” I startle, fake startle, as he stands up yelling at me, provoking murmurs and silent laughing around me.
“Maya Richardson! How many times have I heard that from you?! Do you think this is a joke?!”
I keep quiet while he’s in a monster look at me with those darkened brown eyes.
He shakes his head, looks at the file, grabs it, and throws it on me.
I catch it, in a clumsy manner.
Son of a fucking bitch….
“You know what? Why don’t you take that perfect report straight to the CEO and show it to him? I should take it to him, but I won’t take responsibility over it. You go up there.” He points his long, thick finger up, with a malevolent stare at me. “And present it to the big man. I can’t fire you, but he can.”
What? I have no place to go there! I’m a small employee! With what right should I go there and present this fucking tiny report! The Financial Manager does that! And you’re not that person either! What’s the meaning of this?!
I’m with the file in my hands and a puzzled stare at him.
“M-Me? But isn’t that the….”
He cuts me off in same rabid manner.
“Now! I’ll call to let them know you’re going in there for this!”
He grabs the desk phone and he’s making the call to my astonishment.
I’m jaw dropped.
“It’s going to be the end of this…. Go! Now!”
I’m in a labored breathing, still faking shy, pushing the glasses on my nose.
“Y-Yes, sir.” And I turn around to go with the file tight on my chest.
Can’t believe this…. This guy is the death of me, and he considers I’m the death of him. Nice.
I take the elevator to the 70th floor where the CEO’s offices are.
The CEO? Well, he’s Sony Blake. He’s 29 and the most wanted bachelor out there. He’s a billionaire and a playboy. There’s no woman out there who wouldn’t fall on her knees in front of him and desire him and submit to any of his wants. Trust me. A heartthrob is a little kid compared to him.
He’s towering with a God-like built, handsome like a fucking angel, always dressed in custom made, expensive three-piece suits, neat in his all. Those piercing blue eyes of his melt you down off your feet. He has a messy dirty blond hair, but neat, sexy as fuck.
However, he’s a cold and cruel man. Sort of a modern bad boy, so to speak. Gossip magazine have headlines over headlines with his scandals. But his business expands, without worries. And no, I’m not among those women. I’m immune to all that. And yes, he has Italian origins.
The company I’m working for is number one in oil in the States, Blake Enterprises. But this kid, – yes, I’m thirty-three, – has many other businesses in all kinds of industries. I don’t know if he really knows the actual numbers on his wealth, that rich he is. He’s intelligent and an Alpha in his all. I give him that. He’s feared and nobody dares going against him.
Here’s his main office for all he leads, on Wall Street. This is the biggest building and most expensive one of them all. When you say you work for Blake Enterprises, you’re a fucking star, no matter your position.
I’m working here for the last eighteen months as a financial planer in the team of, obviously, the Financial Manager. I’m here for the benefits of having a job besides the paycheck.
I’ve got a sick mother, which isn’t my birth mother. She’s the one who raised me when my biological mother dumped me at her door. I don’t know my own mother, or dad. I need to provide social security and all that for her hospital fees, treating her cancer.
She’s more like a grandmother, because she’s an eighty-year-old lady who assumed guardianship and mothership over me thirty-three years ago. I love her as my own blood. I couldn’t be luckier with the mother God chose for me, to be honest. I’ll tell you later more about me.
Oh! I’m a curvy girl, on the hot side of being curvy, but I’m not one to consider myself hot. Hot is what men say about me. However, I’m dressed in a pants suit, bigger than my figure, a bit sloppy on me.
The suit today is a black one with a white shirt buttoned on my neck. My hair is raven-hue, long and thick, wavy, but at work I keep it in a ponytail or a messy bun. Today is a messy bun. My glasses? Fake ones. And yes, I have a pair of worn-out but well-kept flat shoes, black themselves. I love black…. It’s classic and sexy. Ha-ha! Anyways.
I keep my regular shy all and make steps to the secretary, a hot babe, blonde, long legs, fire red lipstick, a Diva. She’s in a red outfit of a dress with a jacket to match, showing her fake melon assets. She’s perfect in her all. I bet she bangs the big boss. Or not…. I don’t judge. Not my business anyways.
She gives me a weird look all over, taking me with her stare from my feet to my face, twisting her lips. I bet I don’t go with the picture on this level. I have nothing to say to that. Ha-ha!
She twists her lips at me.
“Here for?” She’s eyeing my file.
I clear my throat and arrange my glasses with a clumsy attitude.
“Ummm…. My boss, Mr. Grayson, from the Financial Department, said to come here and present this report to the CEO. He said he made the call for this and I to do so.”
She blinks twice at me, groans while standing up, and gives me her back while her high hells are clicking against the marble.
“Follow me then. He’s waiting for you.” She’s not pleased at all. Don’t know why. First time meeting her face to face.
I follow her inside the out of this world office of a CEO. First time coming here as well. My eyes sneak around to see, but I’m on her footsteps.
She knocks on his door.
“Yeah…. Come in.” A dense, deep, and sexy male voice answers. But he’s serious and sharp in speaking.
She opens the door.
“Mr. Blake?” She’s wet at his sight….
I can’t see him yet as I’m still out in the other room, but she’s flooding her panties with a bit of a tremble in her voice.
“The employee from the Financial Department is here.”
Girl? Only from that? Jesus…. I can never understand that. Anyways…. Call me old fashioned, but I would never have such a reaction to a man. If I did, I wouldn’t be a virgin still at my fucking age. Yep.
“Let her in.”
She moves aside and looks at me intently to get inside, which I do.
“Thank you.” I say to her and she twists her lips with a bitchy stare at me, closing the door behind her, and I’m with a puzzled stare at the shutting door and her.
I have him at my back. I’m puzzled because I don’t comprehend why she’s like this.
The big boss clears his throat at me and snaps me out of my amazement over the secretary.
“Miss Richardson? I don’t have all day.”
I turn around, with my signature push of my glasses on my nose, and meet his stare.
He’s in a dark blue three-piece suit, sexy as fuck, but an iceberg in his all. He leans his back on the king-like dark brown leather chair, in a thinking pose, like a Fire Dragon. What is strange is that he knows my name. Well, my boss must have told him which employee is coming and to remember for the firing part….
Right. Let’s go through with this. If he fires me, that’s that. I’ll see what I’ll do. I have other ways for mom if this fails. But this was best.
“Y-Yes.” No, I’m the shy one, not the oh-my-God-I-would-so-fuck-this-guy kind of thing. My panties are so dry. Yep. Ha-ha!
He motions his left hand at me to give him the file.
I do it without delay.
He sighs and he’s flipping through it with his left eyebrow up.
“So, to better understand, Shawn is at your neck, right?”
What? I don’t get it…. Anyways.
He’s cold and grave in his voice, a bit annoyed, looking over the report on which I’ve worked my butt off.
“N-No, sir. Do you need me to present it while you’re reading it? I’ve….”
He cuts me off.
“No. I’m reading it. Answer the question, Miss Richardson.”
I’m in a straight stance with my hands at my back. My eyes are on the file all this time.
“Question? What question, sir?” I’m with my stare on the file and he tilts his eyes at me, but I don’t have eye contact with him.
“Shawn. Is he at your neck?”
I raise my eyes and we have an intense lock of stares.
His eyes are fired up at me though his grimace is serious. I’m confronting his stare and I have no emotion in me.
“No, sir. He’s just my boss, acting like one, as he is supposed to. I have probably made a mistake and this time he considers it’s a last time on putting up with me. I think it is your call if it is a big mistake or not. I’ll assume responsibility and hand in my resignation if that is the case.”
There’s a vivid clash between our stares and he’s now wandering his eyes over me.
What’s his problem? Just send me bye-bye and let’s get over with. Who the fuck heard of one at my level sent into the CEO’s office? Why are you looking at me like that?
His stare becomes interested in me and his breathing is moving his chest, visibly.
What’s the meaning of this? Is he getting turned on at me? What the fuck is wrong with this guy?
Well, yeah. He should be like this with the perfect model of a specimen outside, the secretary, not me. If you look at me, how I am dressed right now and without makeup as I never wear, you will say I’m ugly and fat. Nothing at me would stir that reaction. All this situation is strange as fuck. From being sent here for the report to his reaction right now, though I can see he’s trying to control himself, some.
“What did he say is wrong with your report, Miss Richardson?” His piercing blue eyes return into my now irritated ones.
I never like that kind of reaction or look he has on me right now. His stare is sexually charged into mine and he’s clenching his jawline to control whatever he needs to control.
I shove my hands into my pockets and remove my fake shyness, confronting him with my all, yet with a relaxed attitude. I’m never intimidated in any fucking way.
“That I should be fired, sir. Please do. I think I’ve reached my limit, too, in dealing with such offensive scrutiny over my work. I’m not saying I’m not at fault sometimes, but never at the level I’m called for.”
He’s studying my eyes and face, putting down the file.
“You’re at fault for this one, Miss Richardson.”
I nod.
“Then, I’ll see myself out and hand in my resignation, sir. Thank you for your time and I’m sorry for disturbing you. It wasn’t by choice.”
His eyes have a flicker of sparks at me and his breathing is moving his chest in a deep manner.
I bow my head, turn around, and start for the door.
My heart is at war for all this, but no problem. I’ll see what I’ll do with another job. Nothing, ever, puts me down. Can’t say I don’t have a bitter taste in my mouth though. I’m not bragging, or not being self-conscious, but that report has no fault in it. I’m fucking certain. But if this is the end of my employment here, so be it.
I don’t understand why all this is happening though. Shawn’s hate on me has started since four months ago, out of the blue. Nothing I would do is good, and all is trash. Whatever….
My hand is on the door’s handle and I’m opening the door.
“Miss Richardson. I wasn’t….”
I slam the door at my back and ignore his now husky voice.
I give a fuck on whatever. All that needed to be said was said. I won’t lower myself more than I’ve done so far. Bye-bye and all that shit for all of you. It was best to have employment here for my mom’s medical care, but I’ll deal with it. Money isn’t a problem for me, just that I needed legal means to make proof over it.
I get past the secretary’s office and nod at her with a smile to her bitchy stare, walking to the elevator. I haven’t taken the file back as it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m out of here.
I reach my level and go inside our office. All eyes are on me, yet I ban everyone around me, aiming my desk to start writing my resignation.
Shawn is calling my name to go to him, but I ignore him the same. His voice is softened, again, out of the blue.
“Maya? Miss Richardson? Please, come here.”
I’m so damn relaxed and I feel a wave of relief while writing my resignation. I even take off my fake glasses and write without them. Again, I’m not bragging, yet I do have the academics to occupy a manager’s position, but I preferred a low position which pays okay and more than okay, to have free time for the real things I’m doing in life.
I’m an underground fighter. I make in a night more than these guys make in a year. Money isn’t a problem for me, but it’s illegal, and when you need to take care of things like I need with my mom’s situation, it’s kind of hard to explain the source of income….
Yes, I’m involved in Mafia, but not on the bad side of things. No, you wouldn’t say I do that stuff from my appearance. My hands are smooth and like a lady, and I’m curvy and no muscles are on sight, but I do have muscles well-built under the layer of fat.
No, I don’t have a flat abdomen, but it’s not bulging out or wiggling. In these clothes, I appear overweight on some standards though. I made sure of that. However, you don’t want to meet the wrath of my punches or other kicks….
My mom, the one who raised me, was poor. So, we struggled until I reached a certain age and could provide alongside with her. That was the age of sixteen. Yeah, though poor, single, with debts and everything on the rag side, she hasn’t abandoned me and assumed responsibility for me. She would barely eat just for me to have what to eat. She would wear same clothes for years just for me to have what to wear for school and such.
No, she had no children of her own. She had an abusive marriage, a shmuck who took everything from her and left her after fourteen years of torture. She remained on the streets with loan sharks after her, until I was 16. That was the day when I made an agreement with the boss of those loan sharks to pay back the debts.
I started working for them and studied at the same time, and here I am today. Between legal Maya Richardson and illegal, underground, Alysa Barent. Well, underground fighter…. I do more than that.
The debts she had, I’ve paid long ago. Now I’m on the profit side. No, she doesn’t know about this. She just saw the loan sharks aren’t bugging her any longer, but she has never asked wide open why is that. She’s just happy they’re gone for years.
She’s a simple woman, with fear of God, an altruist soul, and I’m sure that when she’ll go from this world, she’ll go straight to Him. Don’t know about me though…. I’m like her, but I’ve done things which aren’t quite in the norms of God on some aspects. Yeah, I did kill…. Bad people, but still….
Maya Richardson is a shy, clumsy girl, woman.
Alysa Barent is a sexy monster, as I’m called and feared.
Maya Richardson wears glasses and never leaves her hair loose.
Alysa Barent is almost always with rebel locks of hair and never wears glasses.
Maya Richardson’s outfit is always with loose items of clothing, the ugliest out there.
Alysa Barent’s outfit is always with clothes embracing her curves, mostly leather ones from waist up, and a hot and deadly babe of the night. Not a skinny one, don’t get confused. But I have the right curves in the right places. And if you’re a man, and you cross my path, and you don’t act in a respectful manner with me? It goes down in a painful manner for the fucker. I’m known as a crazy ass bitch.
I print my resignation, sign it as fast as a thunder, and stand up to hand it to Shawn.
All this time, not even a fly could be heard around me and I did feel curious eyes on me from my co-workers.
Well, you’ve got rid of your main rival, guys. Be happy. I hold no grudges whatsoever. I know life better than you. This is childish.
Shawn is with a submissive stare and clears his throat at my sight, a bit fidgety on his chair.
I place the paper on his desk, and Alysa Barent is present now before him.
“Here is my resignation, boss. I’m sorry for making your life difficult and I do hope next in line will enter the criteria you want and demand. It was a pleasure working here and I did learn a lot. Good experience for me. Wish you all a great and easy day. I’ll take my leave now.”
I say all this with a strong visual contact, no shyness, no nothing, like I’m the boss over him. I’m not a fucking shy person….
He’s in a sorry and remorseful stare at me, contracting his jawline.
“Maya…. I’m….”
I smile at him, genuinely, bow my head, and turn around to fetch my purse and other personal belongings from my desk.
He stands up and everyone is in awe at me, but I have a calm and not affected attitude and grimace.
“He said you’re not fired, Maya. Why are you doing this? I’m sorry…. I’ve snapped on you again….” He’s at my back, telling me all this, while I’m packing stuff in my purse.
I don’t care. I’ve had enough. This ends here. Whatever this is, it ends. My instincts never lie to me. It’s done.
Chapter 2 – The F*cker Knows My Other Name
Maya
“No worries, sir. You’re a boss. I understand. I hold no grudge against you. Maybe it was indeed time for me to move on.”
“He said he won’t accept your resignation, Maya.”
I’m doing my thing and now turn at him with my whatever stare, like being between friends.
Like I give a fuck on what that kid says.
No, Sony Blake is not a kid in any way, but I do have age hierarchy issues. Hey, I’m a crazy ass bitch. Ha-ha! And I do not care he is what and who he is. I fucking face death like it’s a candy, he certainly doesn’t impress me, and his towering and buffed frame the same.
“I haven’t been recruited by the CEO, sir. You take that to the Human Resources as it’s normal, and it will be processed by them as I was hired. All my work is on the computer and you can easily access it for further processing. Thank you, sir. I’m going now. Have a wonderful day.” I flash him with another genuine smile, and with my purse at hand, stroll to the exit.
He’s breathing with heaviness and his eyes are gloomy, but I don’t give a fuck. His wish came true. I’m out.
“Maya! Just wait!”
I shut the door behind me. With hurried steps, I aim the stairs to fast get out of here because they are nearer than the elevators. I don’t want any further conversation. What’s the point?
Just bask in the satisfaction of a wish coming true, Shawn. We’re both done on tolerating each other. No one has a loss, just everyone moving on.
***
I gave my employee card and all the other legal stuff I owned to the security downstairs and I’m now in a coffee shop I usually go after work. I managed to avoid Shawn and other people though my phone is constantly ringing and being flooded with text messages which I ignore, reason why I’m now shutting down my phone. When I’m done, I’m done. I won’t even go to discuss and take my paycheck for this month. Screw that. I wasn’t there for the money, as you already know.
This coffee shop is a brand one and after I pay for my coffee, I choose a more retreated corner and sit down at the table with a sigh. It’s a Monday, just before lunch time. It’s kind of long since I’ve been able to come here at this hour, on a Monday. Ha-ha!
I feel freed and ready to start a new chapter on the working field. I sip from my coffee and take out my tablet from my purse to scroll over internet news and such. I need to detach from what happened and enjoy my freshly out of work persona. He, he, he….
I can’t say I don’t have on my mind Sony’s image in his office and his behavior. No, I’m not referring at that as in him being a fine and rare specimen of a man, but over what happened and his reaction. It’s awkward. And Shawn’s attitude after I came back is strange as fuck.
However, I push those thoughts aside and release my hair from the bun, raking my fingers through it to arrange it a little bit. I also unbutton my shirt at my neck and the jacket. I’m a bit hot. I’m a cold one in general over conflicts and such, but I can’t lie my blood hasn’t pumped in rage and fire through my veins when faced with that kind of attitude at work. I’ve been putting up with it for some time.
While sipping from my coffee and reading a DIY blog for some Christmas decorations as the blogger is a funny guy and I love his writing, I decide to take off my suit jacket and roll my sleeves up to my elbows. I’m getting so damn hot. This is the rebound of what I’ve been holding in to appear a normal bitch. I do have a pulsating brain and racing heart. Reason why I’m reading the funny guy’s blog, to ease the tornado I’m having inside and make me laugh inside and smile outside.
“Miss Richardson?” Someone is calling my name at some point. It’s a heavy, thick male voice, sexy, and a familiar one sort of.
I ignore it and focus my eyes on the blog to further read it, sipping from my coffee. I don’t care who the person is, though he’s just taken a seat in front of me.
I don’t tilt my eyes at the person, though he’s wearing a dark blue three-piece suit and has two men with him, like bodyguards. I’m putting my coffee on the table, reading.
“Whoever you are, there’s no Miss Richardson here, and that seat is taken. I’ll excuse you now, mister.”
No, I really don’t know or care who the guy is or what business he has with me. I just want him out and me alone. I need my bubble of privacy and no intrusion.
He’s in silence for a few seconds and then chuckles.
“You really don’t know who is sitting in front of you, Miss Richardson?”
Some fucker who might get his ass kicked. Don’t think I’m impressed or scared by the bulky gorillas you have, pal. I eat them on bread….
I stay the same as before, continuing to read the article.
“Nope. Don’t care. Free that chair before I make you do it. This table and all chairs are taken. Last warning.”
“No? What if I call you Alysa Brent? How about that, Miss Richardson?”
Well, that indeed makes me tilt my inflamed stare at him, but I’m relaxed.
Sony Blake…. And the fucker knows my other name. Hmmm….
Chapter 3 – Go F*ck Yourself, Kid
Maya
He’s with a smirk and sits on that chair like a lion.
I cross my legs and arms and lean my back on the chair, sneaking a look at the two guys. They are standing behind him. One has some files in his hand. Sony’s eyes are in a hurricane, deep blue stare at me.
“As I said, Mr. Blake. Free that chair. It’s taken.” No, I show no emotion that he’s the one there. I don’t have an emotion to show, just irritation.
He motions his head at me in disbelief with a broad smile and a sparkle in his eyes.
“It is taken, Miss Richardson. This coffee shop is mine. I can sit wherever I want. Please, answer to my question.”
My eyebrows go up for the question part.
“Question? What question? As far as I know, I’ve resigned, and there’s no boss and employee relationship for me to be obliged to answer to questions, Mr. Blake. And if this coffee shop is your property, that’s fine. I’ll take my leave then.” And I stand up to collect my things and go.
This is getting too much for one day. I don’t understand what’s his game, but for sure I’m not going to play it. He knows my other persona, but as always, I don’t give a fuck on that.
I’m not with my stare at him, just on my things to grab them.
“Just read this first, Miss Richardson. And then we will negotiate. Stop that.” He’s in an ordering, husky voice and has put one of the files on the table, pushing it to my side, but I don’t give a damn.
I’m dressing my jacket.
“I need to read nothing, Mr. Blake. I have no interest. Whatever you have, do whatever you please with it. It’s not my concern whatsoever.” I grab my purse and start walking, distancing myself from the table.
“If something happens to you, like getting arrested, Alysa, what is your sick mother going to do? She needs care and you’re the only one she has, isn’t that right?”
His voice and words are banging my brain and heart and my feet stop walking. I’m with my back at him.
What the fuck did you say?! Arrested?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! And my mom?! How the fuck do you…. Never mind. He has done intel on me. What the fuck does he want from me playing this?!
I don’t move, just sigh in anger.
“What’s your game on this? What do you want? Just say it.”
The answer comes without delay and he stresses the word with a thick, full of desire voice that grates my nerves and flames my heart and brain.
“You.”
“Purpose of it.” I don’t delay my reply either.
“Legal wife.” Same speed in answer with same voice.
WHAT?! Ha-ha! He’s insane. Go fuck yourself, kid. I’m out of here.
“Do whatever you need to do with whatever you think you have on me, kid. That’s not happening.” And I continue walking to the exit as no, I haven’t turned around to face him all this time.
When I’m out the main door of the coffee shop, a line of around twelve bodyguards, the same as the other two inside, are blocking my way, and there’s a limo flanked by SUVs parked behind them.
This is getting ridiculous. You do want Alysa to surface in broad light? I have no problem putting these guys down. What the fuck does he have in mind with me?! Threatening me?! To marry him?! Why the fuck is that?! I’m no fucking match to him! The babe as a secretary is one you should do this to!
But he’s having another agenda in mind for sure…. He hasn’t done this for me as in liking me or something…. Though his eyes and behavior hint on being into me since his office. The fuck I can comprehend what’s his issue with me! No, not happening. I won’t stay and chat with him over this to get to the bottom of it. The fuck I will. I don’t care if this is for liking me or having other things as interest. Both are rejected. I’m no bitch to play with me, I’m a bitch to smash your balls.
The men are facing me with intent to not let me pass and I’m in my rabid stare at them.
“Make way, guys. Let’s play nice and no one has to suffer. Alright?”
They are watching my moves, serious in their all, prepared for who I really am. They have been informed I’m a deadly one as I can see.
At my back….
“Why don’t we go somewhere more private to talk, Maya? I’m serious with this and I sure won’t give up.”
I think I might directly trash your ass and not these guys. They’re at your orders, not willingly doing this.
My heart is charging in battles, my brain is at kettle point, my breathing is angry, and I do see red before my eyes because of all this shit and the entire day.
My entire body clenches and I’m speaking through my teeth, having a strong visual contact with the one before me, not turning around.
“I said what I had to say, kid. Just let it go and let me go before I might do something you may regret. If you do know things about me, then you’re certain my words are not just words. They’re suited with action for it. Let’s end this here and each on their own way. You’re stepping boundaries and this is considered assault.”
I hear he’s making steps towards me to grab me or something, but I turn around ready to punch him, which I do as my right fist is on its way to him.
However, he catches it, with a smirk and a darkened blue stare in twinkles, in a strong grip, while I’m forcing my hand out of his and cut stone with my stare on him.
He’s out of his damned mind! Let go of me, you fucker!
“No, baby. This is assault….”
WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! BABY?! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
He yanks me by my hand on him, wraps his other hand around me, and before yelling words come out of my mouth for this shit happening, and my outrage nudges to manifest on all of them, his mouth takes over my mouth and his tongue thrusts inside in a war with mine.
He’s having me in an iron grip on him, in fast moves arresting my hands at my back, holding my head to not be able to fucking retaliate as in escape!
I do retaliate but the kid is a fucking mountain in strength! First time I’m not able to break free from such a gasp on me! I daily have opponents like him! But he’s like the God of them all in strength!
LET ME GO! YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! OH! HE MAKES ME SICK! GET OFF ME! STOP KISSING ME! OH! HE’S DEAD!
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