• February 3, 2022

Icy Shots On A Hot Billionaire (Chapters 1-5) FREE READING 😉😇❤😘🙌

Blurb:

Craziness starts…

“Yeah,” he says, “this is Eric Rodricks, our client, CEO of Rodricks Real Estate Investments, and this is our Marketing Manager, Selena Dutchmond.”

The guy is hot, Adonis style, Greek God, towering, with beautiful dark blue eyes, chestnut wavy hair and a billionaire. That suit on him makes women stay at his feet. GQ magazine model. That’s why Jessie’s high-pitched voice has been on.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” I extend my hand.

“The pleasure is mine.” And I manage to take my hand back.

Derek, I’m sorry, man… She’s mine…

Oh! You’ll be mine, baby… Don’t you worry. I have to talk to Derek to get a confession out of him and then we’re on, Angel.

I see Selena coming from the other way of the hallway to the elevator, crying. She has her purse in her hand and her gaze is down. She doesn’t see me and bumps right into me in the front of the elevator. I keep still but I’m a bit shaken seeing her like this.

“Oh! Sorry!” She looks at me and then at Derek and my men.

 “It’s alright. Something happened?” I see her eyes are red and that she’s keeping tension inside of her.

The elevator comes as one of my men has pushed the button when we’ve reached the spot. She walks in, leaving us here, with her head down, not looking at any of us, pressing the lobby button, and the doors closing.

I get into the next elevator and on her footsteps. My men are already tailing her downstairs. She won’t escape me.

Genres of the book: Billionaire Romance, Curvy Girl Romance, Mafia Romance, Dark Mafia Romance, Possessive Alpha Males, Strong Female Lead, Enemies to Lovers, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, with a HEA.

*This book contains language and mature themes. Suitable for +18 audience because of that.

*Note: The presented book cover is a special edition one for the series made by the author for this website.


Icy Shots On A Hot Billionaire Series, by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright © October 2019. All Rights Reserved

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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 – Coffee Is A Bitch…

Selena

Jeez! Would you watch where you walk for a change?!” The hot brown content snakes down my shirt and skirt, drawing out a monster on me.

Why am I always met with such accidents?

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to… I was on my… Let me help you.” A nice lady in her early forties says, flustered on the event she caused, looking for something in her purse to give me.

“I-It’s okay… Sorry for yelling… I’m about to have an important meeting and this happens…” I take a napkin from a near empty table and I’m trying to clean myself a bit while the woman gives me one, too. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m really sorry. It’s my fault. I was reading my emails and didn’t see you. Here, let me pay for the cleaning.” She gets her wallet out, trembling a bit.

That’s strange. I know I have a killer look when I get mad, but I’m not a pulling-out-hair bitch. She didn’t see me? I’m no skinny one. I’m a 16 size for some loose ‘fabrics’ and 18 for others. Whatever… She looks nice and sorry.

“No, I don’t need that. Thank you. Let’s forget about it. I’m late for my meeting. Bye-bye.” I give her a quick smile and start to the café’s toilet to see the damage in plain sight.

The lady’s saying something to me in the background, but I don’t have time for other apologies and pleads for amends.

I enter the bathroom like a storm, scaring a young lady that is grooming at the mirror. I shoot a smile at her.

“Someone spilled coffee on me.” I say like she cares about that.

She gives me a weird look, packs her things and goes out, leaving me alone.

“Jesus Christ! How am I going to clean all this?”

My shirt, the front of my suit jacket, and skirt in diagonal are a mess. I’ve seen it earlier, but to see it in the mirror it’s pure horror.

My phone is buzzing.

“Great! Just great!” I get out my phone from my purse. It is Marta, my secretary.

Yeah, I’m a Marketing Manager at a big company, Donahue Estate Development. It’s my first month and meeting a big client today. He’s such a big of a client that some other four managers from our company are going to attend the meeting.

I take the call, fanning under my lips.

“You’re running late! The client is here! Jesse’s in heats around him! The Big Wolf is asking for you to take the meeting for presentation! Where are you?”

The Big Wolf is our 34-year-old playboy CEO. A muscled model with fine Greek God features, wavy black short hair, hazel eyes and exciting every girl that lays eyes on him. He’s always in an expensive tailored suit. Not me though. Jesse is the Planning Manager and the one that must have all the hot guys. The client must be hot.

“I’m at the coffee shop across the street. Haven’t slept all night, working. And someone spilled her entire coffee all over me. What am I going to do?” I send another look into the mirror, giving me cold shivers down my spine.

“What? Are you kidding? You should be here in five! They’re on to the meeting room!” She’s freaked out. If I lose my chair, she’s out, too. I hired her.

“But he’s earlier! It’s seven-thirty! The meeting was at eight!” I’m sure it’s at eight.

“I sent you a message last night. They changed it at seven-thirty. The guy is apparently besties with the Big Wolf, and they want to go and see a new land for investment together, after the meeting. Oh!” 

Why am I getting angry at this pause? 

“I didn’t send you the…”

“Marta?!” She always does that!

She’s young and she’s learning. She’s 21 and having a new boyfriend. She’s aloof, making everything hard for me sometimes. But she’s diligent to learn, so I don’t want to fire her.

“Sorry! I’ll make some excuses and you come as fast as you can!” And she abruptly ends the call. 

No, she didn’t!

My head is spinning, I’m sweating, and I could kill someone for real at this point. I’m still in the ‘testing’ period on my position. I haven’t had problems so far, but this could be one.

I take my purse and go out of the bathroom, on through the tables, turning around some heads at my sight for how I look with all the coffee on me, and go out. I really don’t feel embarrassment at this point. I see a clothes shop nearby and that’s my target.

“Hi!” I approach the lady there who gives me a weird look all over. “Do you have women’s suits like this one?” I’m pointing at the one I’m wearing.

“Not one that would be on your size, unfortunately.” I hate it when they say that. At least she doesn’t flash me the grimace of ‘you are fat’. “But we do have some casual clothes that might fit you well.” That’s a savior right there. “Would you want to try them?”

“Of course! Just give them to me! I’m pretty late for an important office meeting! I really need your help!” I kind of yell a bit because I feel like I’ll faint if I’m too late for the meeting.

She gives me a warm smile.

“Follow me then.” She takes me to the changing room. “Wait here. I’ll bring them right away. Any preferred color?”

“Black or dark blue. Thank you so much!” I smile at her with all my face but having a drummed heart.

After a few minutes, she comes back with black leggings in an office style, a black top having a dropped cleavage, office style again, and an over the bottom black jacket with one golden button to close it. Fine material and trendy for businesswomen. I wonder if I’ll fit in those and how much are those going to cost. Never mind. I’ll try them.

I dress up in a minute, at least that’s what I want to think it has been, and look at myself in the mirror.

“Can I see it?” The lady says outside the changing cabin. I open the door for her to give me the look. “Wow! You’re so hot in those! You look amazing! Why do you wear that ugly suit?! That’s a keeper on you!” She puts her hands over her mouth like she is Cinderella’s Godmother and genuinely smiling over my transformation.

Yeah, I look pretty hot for my figure. Don’t you think I’m the kind that has bulging fat. No. I have a defined S-shape figure (though I’m fat as I’m no Victoria Secret Angel), with a cute butt out, some breasts, not big ones, but they’re there, thick thighs and nice legs overall. I’m not a model, I know, but I’m OK. I do have a bit of belly out.

“So, I’m passable?” I really don’t want to make a wrong impression in the company, going out there with my fat screaming through my clothes. I do see it’s a perfect match on me, but a second, more objective, opinion is always welcomed.

“You’re more than passable! You look like on a magazine! But let your hair loose like this and you’re a doll!” She takes out my hair band and arranges my hair. “There! Everything’s perfect now!”

“Great! I trust and thank you! Let me pay it quickly!” I give her my dirty clothes as she has asked me and go with her at the cashier’s desk.

She puts my clothes in a shopping bag, takes the tags from the clothes on me, registers and swipes my credit card. Well, office credit card. I’ll have the accountant take a hit-and-run over me, but I’ll deal with that later.

“Here you go! Wish you good luck on your meeting!” She gives me everything and smiles.

“Thank you! Hope it will go well! You have a coffee from me later! Bye!” I rush out like crazy from the store and send a glance on my phone. 7:55. Shit!

In five minutes, I’m at the elevator to go to my office’s floor which is the tenth floor. The receptionist and the security guard say ‘hello’, but I just wave at them as I’m super late. Finally, I’m at my floor with Marta waiting for me at the elevator with my file and laptop.

“Give me those. Here’s everything. The Big Wolf is upset. I’ll be there, too. Go!” She gives me a look with a smirk when she realizes what I’m wearing and pushes me to go.

“He’s not going to be so upset anymore.” She grins. 

He’s going to be murderous in stares… I fucking know that… And the yelling will be present… It’s how he is… It’s my fucking luck for the day seemingly… Yeah…

I go with quick steps to the meeting room, already hearing Jessie’s high-pitched voice, sweet-talking what I think is the client. I knock on the door and enter. Everyone stops talking and all eyes are on me. Derek Donahue, our CEO, has the chair with its back at the door.

“It’s about damn time you…” And he turns around with the chair to criticize me but stops at the sight of me, scanning me from head to toes. 

I know… Sorry…

“So sorry. Traffic.” I ignore everyone’s stare, and he comes back to his senses while I go to my spot.

“Yeah,” he says, “this is Eric Rodricks, our client, CEO of Rodricks Real Estate Investments, and this is our Marketing Manager, Selena Dutchmond.”

The guy is hot, Adonis style, Greek God, towering, with beautiful dark blue eyes, chestnut wavy hair and a billionaire. That suit on him makes women stay at his feet. GQ magazine model. That’s why Jessie’s high-pitched voice has been on.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” I extend my hand.

He takes it and stares into my eyes with those ravishing waves he has into them, not letting go. I’m not intimidated. Jessie rolls her eyes and clears her throat while I’m trying to have my hand back. Jessie’s sending me spears across the room at this point.

“The pleasure is mine.” And I manage to take my hand back.

I sit on my chair, open the file, and then the laptop, starting the marketing presentation for him. Marta enters the room and sits on the chair behind me, near the projector, to work on the slide show while I speak.

I deliver all the information and I ask if there are questions or things that need to be changed. Eric is looking at me, laid back on his chair with his hand on his cheek, in a thinking pose. He has a smirk on his face. I guess he’s satisfied with the presentation.

“That’s interesting.” Eric says looking at Derek who’s staring at me. He does that often, but now it is longer than usual.

“What? Yeah. She’s our best.” He snaps out of whatever he has been thinking. “Anything you need a correction or addition on?”

“No. It’s fine. But I would want to have a word with you, alone.” He stares back at me like I’m under a metal detector. 

Take your fucking eyes off me, motherfucker… There’s nothing here for you… Just saying…

“If there’s anything, I’ll be in my office.” I say with a professional smile, standing up and leaving Marta to pack things up. “It has been a pleasure to work on this project, sir.” 

Not really, but anyways… 

I extend my hand for the final handshake.

He takes it in a strong grip, like trying to get a reaction from me. I’m reactionless as ice. 

You fucking sucker… I’m not a sucker for hotness or money… I don’t give a single fuck on you… Jessie though, she’s all there for you…

“You did a great job. Rarely I’m so impressed.” He gives a smile, landing his gaze on my lips. 

You’re so asking for it… But I’ll behave… Yeah… Let’s finish it already…

“Thank you, sir. Have a good day.” I try to take my hand back while he’s resisting. 

Don’t know for how long I’ll behave though… 

He lets go after a few good seconds to Jesse’s despair, who is still in the room with a short tight black dress and a white jacket on her to die for model body.

She is a Barbie doll all over. Even I, as a woman, could fall in love with her beauty. In the sense I would want to look like her. I’m not a lesbian, though many think I am. Why? Because I don’t have a boyfriend and I always keep it friend zone for males or strictly business. I don’t have time or want for a personal life.

I walk away and straight to my office. I need to drink something cold for the heated morning I’ve had since the coffee shop till present. 

Finally… I’m so fucking cursed… Good it finished…

My office is one with a view over New York City. I have a leather chair with a wide neat oak desk. There are a few framed posters with motivational quotes on the cream walls and a big library with books on law, management, marketing and economics. I’m 31. I have Law school and Finance-Banking-Accounting bachelor’s degrees. I may seem I have it all, but I don’t. I’m in huge shit and this job is the one that keeps me out of bankruptcy. Not all out, but it helps my financial situation a bit. But that’s a story for another time.

“Hey! You were awesome!” Says Marta, coming in with all the things, placing them on my desk. 

Yeah… Yay… Not awesome… I so hate everything, but I have no choice… You’re cute though… Kids… He, he, he…

“Thanks. I worked my butt off for that presentation. Can you bring me some cold Diet Pepsi, please? I’m so thirsty.” My mouth is dried out and I’m feeling hot. I hope my blood sugar levels aren’t too high. I’m a diabetic. Insulin dependent. Five shots a day. Stress increases my diabetes’ levels.

“Yeah, in a minute. No! You looked so sexy and like a vixen! That Eric guy couldn’t take his eyes off you! And Derek, too! Ouch! I see romance!” She’s grinning like a high school girl. 

Oh, Jesus… I know you’re a sucker for this kind of things, but it’s not MY thing…

“Stop dreaming. It’s normal they were staring at me. I was delivering the presentation. Now go and give me that drink. Don’t think I’ve forgiven you for the message.” I answer my ringing phone while she’s pouting, then puffs at me. Kids. 

I know, baby… I know… I’m not like you to be thrilled over such occurrences…

“Selena?” That’s my mom on the phone. I do hope nothing happened. She’s tensed.

“Yeah, mom. Everything okay?” I’m trying to keep my cool, but I can feel something happened. 

Hit me with it… I can take it…

“Sweetie? We are losing the house…” 

Shit! 

She starts crying on silent.

“Mom! Calm down! I’m coming over. Where are you?” I’m keeping an outside cool, yet inside I’m sinking.

The shit we’re in since the economic crisis, has all my family on the edge. We were rich people, at some level, not millionaires, but we had it going without lack of money. We had and still have construction companies. Small ones, but they were and are a family business. An investment project with bank loans among other such ‘sugary’, cut our throats financially and we’ve lost many things. The house is next. 

I saw it coming… Jesus Christ…

“At home. Your dad went crazy and I don’t know where he is. He can’t take it anymore! I think he’ll do something! Lord! Why is this happening to us?”

A tear escapes down my right cheek and my heart is in pieces for both my parents and for our family.

Marta comes in with my drink with widened eyes on how I may look at this point.

“Calm down, mom. I love you and everything will be fine. Dad’s going to be fine. I’ll be there right away. Wait for me, will you?” I’m still trying to keep my cool to make my mom feel she’s not alone and that she has a strong daughter to protect them.

Now do you understand why I give a shit on men and don’t want to get involved with them? Love is never going to help my situation, only complicate it.

“Yeah. Come safe, baby. Love you.” She hangs up crying. I’m all teary but not voicing it.

“What’s the matter? You look like shit. Here. Have a sip…” She gives me the drink, which I take and have some. I feel like yelling and raging out loud. 

This shit is never going to end….

“Nothing. Help me clear all the meetings today. I have some family problems which I can’t avoid. Send on my email all the work I need to do. Please, don’t forget anything, okay?”

Nobody in the office knows about my problems. They think I’m healthy, only fat, and living on high horses. That’s the image I’ve created. I stand up in a hurry and take my purse.

“Wait! Derek called. He wants to speak with you. Now.” She says, but I’m out through the door, not looking back.

When I reach the elevator, with my gaze down, I bump into someone.

“Oh! Sorry!” I look at the person I’ve bumped into. It’s Eric, followed by his men and having Derek beside him. 

I’m so fucking cursed… Should have realized since the coffee spilled on me moment… It was a bad omen for the fucked-up day… Only oh-so-good-news…

“It’s alright. Something happened?” He sends me a worried look seeing my probably red eyes. 

All the shit happened… And you were the last person on Earth that I wanted to see right now…

“Where are you going? Didn’t Marta tell you I’m expecting you in the office?” Derek is both pissed and worried. 

She did… But you’re not important at this point… I give a fuck on everything… My family comes first…

“Nothing happened.” I dismiss Eric with a cold voice. “Yes, she told me. I have some unexpected family situation and I have to leave for the day. You can cut my paycheck. I’ll still run all the work at home. Marta will send everything on my email. I really have to take a leave, sir. I’m not going to wait for your approval. If you consider you want to fire me over this, you can do it. I’ll understand. Have a good day, sir.”

I don’t give a shit at this moment if I lose my job as well. If I’m sinking, let it all sink. Why not? I can take it, right?

The elevator comes at perfect timing and I go in, leaving Derek with a dropped jaw and a what’s-going-on expression. Eric? I don’t know. I’ve totally ignored his presence. He’s not my boss. I go in and press the lobby button and the elevator closes with only me in it, which is great. 

The shit of my life is an ongoing story… I’m so perfect… 


Chapter 2 – An Instant Wish Comes True

Eric

I walk in Derek’s company for the marketing presentation on my new project ‘Casablanca Red’. It’s a resort with a VIP club. I’m 28 years old and took my dad’s business since I was 23. I made it to the top 10 in the Forbes list last year as one of the youngest billionaires. I like to play and party but when it comes to business, I’m like dad, deadly and on the profit. Never mixing pleasure with business. I know Derek since I was five. He’s like a bigger brother to me and best friend. We are both bachelors and we often hangout together.

I’m welcomed by Derek’s staff and on to the elevator to the tenth floor where there are the managers’ offices. He said it’s a new Marketing Manager. A woman. She’s one of the best though she’s not yet known on the market. I really want to see what she has for me. She had one week to work on the concept.

“Hey buddy!” Derek comes to me and shakes my hand in a men’s embrace. “Hope you’re not dizzy after last night’s drink.” He winks at me. Yeah, we had a little get-together last night with some other friends. We discussed about the project and then we went loose in one of his clubs until two in the morning.

“Hey! Not at all. You know me.” I’m good at drinking and I know my limit when I have business the next day. Derek was my teacher in this among other things.

“Jesse? Can you take Mr. Rodricks to the meeting room?” He asks a hot blonde with a too short dress for an office environment. He knows how to pick them. This old guy. I keep a businessman face in front of her.

“Sure. It would be this way, Mr. Rodricks.” She butterflies her eyelashes at me, motioning the way with her left hand, showing me her cleavage, with a sexy smile.

“She’s our Planning Manager, Jesse Startwust. You can go with her and your people. I’ll be there in a minute.” He smirks. I nod and follow the bombshell. 

Nice legs, vixen, but a bit of a flat ass. Luckily, you have a comeback with your cleavage. 

While I walk to the meeting room, guided by the blondie like she’s on a catwalk, I hear Derek yelling.

“Marta?! Where’s Selena?! She’s not in the office!”

I slow down my pace to eavesdrop what’s happening.

“Sir, she’s on her way. I-I…” 

Come on, Derek! You’re frightening the girl… 

I grin.

“You what?!” He is pissed. 

Does she do that often? Never seen Derek so angry on an employee. Maybe it’s personal. 

She doesn’t say, but she repeats the “I-I.”

“Was she on a date last night and didn’t hear the alarm going off or something?” Yeah, it’s personal alright. I would love to meet the woman that can make him lose his control like this.

“No, sir! She takes work seriously! You know that! I’m at fault!” Her voice is trembling but gets it out strong in that woman’s defense.

“At fault? What for? What did you do?” His anger is decreasing a level.

“I’m sorry, sir! I forgot last night to send her the change of the meeting’s time! I have only now spoken to her on the phone and realized I didn’t. She is really upset on me. But she’s coming! She is at the coffee shop across the street…” I like her assistant. She takes the blame for her boss. Hard to find one nowadays.

“She’d better not keep us waiting for too long!” The last thing I hear before entering the meeting room.

Hot Jessie is sitting next to me, presenting me the concept that woman created. She tries to get touchy and all to get my attention. 

I can get one like you ten times a day if I want. I’m fed up with girls all over me. You’re trying way too hard and it’s not working. I know your type. I have a long trail behind me. I wish there was a woman that would have no reaction at me and not be a lesbian for a change. That would be really interesting.

“Selena is so late! That fatty ass!” Puffs with fakeness Jesse, checking her phone to see the time. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rodricks. It’s slipped my tongue.” 

Yeah, it’s slipped alright. And you didn’t want it at all.

“It’s fine. The concept seems catchy from what I’ve seen. I can wait.” She starts fidgeting at my words. I think she has expected me to have an aggressive reaction. I would have if the previous Derek’s scene didn’t pick my interest to meet the woman Selena.

Derek comes in with other three managers. The project manager that I know for some years from another project, Dave, the financial manager, Kevin, which I also know, and the design and IT manager, Bob. None that I don’t know of except for Jesse and Selena. Jesse was at other branches until a few months ago, and Selena is the newest in the company.

I look at my watch. It’s eight. Derek is saying something to Kevin but visibly irritated on Selena for being late. Jesse is trying a failed move on me while a knock on the door and an appearance make everyone silent. Derek is the only one vocalizing as he is with his back at the door.

“It is about damn time you…” And he turns around with the chair to see her but mute at her sight for a good minute. I’m too staring at her.

She’s not skinny as Jesse said, but I don’t find her fat. She’s having all the right curves in all the right places. Her wavy dark blonde hair goes on her back like the Little Mermaid’s. With those jade eyes, long lashes, thick eyebrows, perfect lips and sexy ass black attire, she has me on the spot. And she wears no make-up. She’s a natural beauty. She’s not my type, but she’s all the type I want right now. 

Derek, I’m sorry, man… She’s mine…

“So sorry. Traffic.” She excuses herself, not blaming the assistant.

“Yeah,” he says, “this is Eric Rodricks, our client, CEO of Rodricks Real Estate Investments, and this is our Marketing Manager, Selena Dutchmond.” Derek makes the presentations and I stand up without controlling my body. I never stand up if I get seated, especially for someone who got late on me on business. This time is different.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” She extends her hand, looking at me straight in the eyes, with that penetrating look, icy, but professional.

I can’t help but imagine her in my bed and run wild, staring in her eyes. No reaction from her. She’s like seeing a wall. She’s not impressed by me like Jesse is. I don’t think any woman has given me the cold shower. Maybe she’s lesbian? Don’t think so. If she were, Derek wouldn’t be like that. I stop my train of thoughts when I realize she’s trying to retract her hand.

“The pleasure is mine.” I release my grip, and she retracts her hand. She sits on her chair, opens her file and then her laptop.

I sit back on my chair, lay back, and keep my eyes all over her. She starts the presentation, but I can’t focus on what she’s saying. First time happening to me. If it were Jesse speaking, I would have no problem concentrating. This one has a leash on me. Why? 

Is she Derek’s woman? He didn’t say anything to me. Yet, he looks at her like she is. Domineering over her. That’s why he’s not dating anyone for the last month? Tired for dating because of business, huh? Business my ass! But she’ll be in my bed soon…

She finishes the presentation, which I haven’t heard any of it as I’ve been eye-glued to her, with a smirk plastered on my face.

“That’s interesting.” I say, taking my eyes off her and into Derek’s direction. He continues to eat her with his eyes. He’s now pissing me off.

“What? Yeah. She’s our best.” He finally breaks the staring, making me growl inside. “Anything you need a correction or addition on?”

“No. It’s fine. But I would want to have a word with you, alone.” I look back at Selena, with fiery eyes. 

Oh! You’ll be mine, baby… Don’t you worry. I have to talk to Derek to get a confession out of him and then we’re on, Angel.

“If there’s anything, I’ll be in my office.” She gives me the cold business smile, standing up and leaving. 

Not for long, baby… Not for long. 

“It has been a pleasure to work on this project, sir.” 

The pleasure hasn’t begun yet. We’ll work on that later. 

She extends her hand for the final handshake and I take it strongly, to have a profound touch of hands. Her eyes are cold. It doesn’t excite her in any way. No tremble, no spark in her eyes, no nothing. 

She provokes me I see.

“You did a great job. Rarely I’m so impressed.” I smile at her and from looking into her icy jade eyes, I land on her natural rosy lips that I would devour here and now.

“Thank you, sir. Have a good day.” She tries again to retract her hand but now I’m the one provoking her, and not letting go. Her eyes get irritated but not in the way I want. I let go.

She walks away leaving me and Derek alone. Jesse is still hovering around, and I think Selena’s assistant, who is packing the stuff.

During the entire meeting I swear there wasn’t anyone around us besides Derek who has been walking on my Alpha nerves. I’m way wealthier than him, younger and a lot more attractive. I love the guy, but here I wouldn’t let go.

Marta excuses herself. Derek tells her he wants Selena in his office to talk. She nods and goes to Selena’s office. He then sends Jesse off. She doesn’t want to go but she follows the order and shuts the door behind her.

 “Tell me, bro. Are you in a relationship with the Marketing Manager?” I ask directly with my Alpha male look on.

“What? Whom?” He blabbers. I haven’t seen him like this. Ever.

“Selena. Are you two dating?” He looks at me, taken aback by my blunt questions.

“What makes you think that, Eric?” He clenches his jaw and becomes rigid, laying back on his chair as I do on mine.

“You only have eyes for her.” I have a strong glare at him.

“No, I don’t.” He denies and keeps a poker face.

“For how long is she working for you?” I continue my interrogatory.

“For about a month. Why?” Something is up with him. He never hides things from me.

“For about a month, you’re not dating anyone. Having something to confess to me?” I smirk.

“I’m not dating her. I’m not dating anyone. Any other questions? We should go see the land. But wait for me downstairs. I need to talk to Selena about something.” He stands up, avoiding my questions, obviously. I think he’s not dating her, but he would want to. So, I’m not taking his woman. That’s a relief.

“OK. Let’s go then.” I stand up as well and we go back through the hallway to the elevator with my men following us.

I see Selena coming from the other way of the hallway to the elevator, crying. She has her purse in her hand and her gaze is down. She doesn’t see me and bumps right into me in the front of the elevator. I keep still but I’m a bit shaken seeing her like this.

“Oh! Sorry!” She looks at me and then at Derek and my men.

 “It’s alright. Something happened?” I see her eyes are red and that she’s keeping tension inside of her. She wants to cry out loud but struggling to control. I’m checking her out with my eyes to see if she’s hurt or something.

“Where are you going? Didn’t Marta tell you I’m expecting you in the office?” Derek yells at her but he’s checking her out as well. He’s worried.

“Nothing happened.” She says to me without even looking at me. “Yes, she told me. I have some unexpected family situation and I must leave for the day. You can cut my paycheck. I’ll still run all the work at home. Marta will send everything on my email. I’m not going to wait for your approval. If you consider you want to fire me over this, you can do it. I’ll understand. Have a good day, sir.” Though she is on the edge, she keeps her professional with a strong stand. 

She sure is something. 

The elevator comes as one of my men has pushed the button when we’ve reached the spot. She walks in, leaving us here, with her head down, not looking at any of us, pressing the lobby button, and the doors closing.

I signal my men with my fingers, without Derek seeing me, to follow her. Something is on and I have the urge to find out what it is. I need that. I want that.

“Derek? I’ve just remembered I have something urgent to do. Can we have a raincheck on seeing the land?”

“What? Yeah, sure. No problem. Call me.” He is thinking at what I’m thinking.

“Alright. Talk soon then.” I nod at him and get into the next elevator and on her footsteps. My men are already tailing her downstairs. She won’t escape me. I’ll find out. 


Chapter 3 – Family Crisis

Selena

I reach downstairs with one thought in mind. I need to be strong and kick ass. Mom and Dad need me. I’m the only one they have. I’m an only child and now I have to play the man in the house again.

I take a cab that has conveniently dropped someone in front of the company and tell the driver the parking area I left my car at in the morning.

I reach there in about 15 minutes, pay the man and stroll fast to get my car. Nobody knows I own a car or anything about me, that’s why I don’t drive my car at the company’s parking area for employees. They don’t have to know things about me. I’ve got things to find out, and I’ve left some things out of my CV and life story among the employees and boss.

My black BMW sports car awaits. Yes, I was rich, remember? It’s a ten-years-old model, but still turning heads at its sight on the road. It’s among the only things I’ve got left from the financial hit. And our home.

I place my purse in the trunk, get in and start the engine, and like a fast and furious driver, aim my home. Oh! I’m very skilled with driving. Don’t worry. My house is out of New York City, in a quiet suburb area on a lake across a beautiful forest, two hours away from the city. It’s dreamy there, silent, a man-to-nature connection, and the only house we have left to live in. It is a small, cozy white villa of two floors and an open attic, with a beautiful garden and a large swimming pool. I used to be an athlete in my teens, so my dad built me a professional swimming pool to practice there, daily. I was a tennis player, swimmer, basketball player and hockey player. Dad was into sports, as a former football player until his twenties, resulting him into getting me into all fields he could. He wanted a boy. I loved to please him, and I loved sports, hence I did them all until about fifteen. The swimming pool is in ruins now for about nine years. Hey! It costs a lot to maintain it every year!

The trip to home seems like forever. Halfway in, my gas signals it needs a refill. Shit! I stop at the nearest gas station for a refill. I get down, an employee comes to fill it. I go in to pay and decide to buy a few packets of cigarettes. I’m out of them and I’ll badly need a lot for what’s coming.

While I’m at the cashier’s, I observe two men in black suits and white shirts, with black shades, entering, pretending to look on the shelves, but I feel they are watching me. Something is off. I remember I’ve forgotten to take a drink for the road, when my mouth instantly dries out, and start to the cold drinks’ fridge. I grab a Diet Pepsi can and they are cornering me, but still pretending to have no connection to my presence here. I ignore them, go back to the cashier’s desk and pay for everything. I go back to the car, tip the man who helped me fill the gas and “Thank you! Have an easy one!” and get in.

When I start the engine, I observe three black SUVs parked, the men in black coming out and on to the nearest. I have another fast and furious drive and off on the road after I make sure no cars are coming.

I open my Diet Pepsi and have a sip while I have my music out loud in the car. It’s Lady Gaga’s ‘Do What You Want To My Body’ and I drive gangsta style with my left hand on the wheel. I divert my mind from those guys which I see are after me. I care less. I’ll deal with that later, if it’s necessary.

After another hour, I reach at my beautiful home which I’ve missed a lot after last month’s decision to move in the city for the job. I look into my rear mirror and see the cars have stopped following me.

“You guys are pros. You know when to get low I see.”

I break in front of the house, stop the engine and get down, taking the bag with the cigarettes, my Pepsi and then my purse from the trunk. I open the gate and go inside. 

Be cool, Selena! You’ve got everything under control! You need to be strong for Mom and Dad! We’ve got this!

I’m greeted by Tommy, my white fluffy Persian cat with a meow, I pet his head, and enter the house. Mom is sleeping on the couch. She looks as if her life has been sucked out of her being. My heart shatters into pieces.

She feels my presence.

“Selena?” She stands up while I go to her in a big bear hug, kissing her forehead and then her cheeks. She hugs me back.

“Yeah, mom! Your knight in shining armor is here!” I let her kiss me too after she releases a smile.

“The papers we received are on the table. We have two months to evacuate the house…” She sobs. She’s a strong woman, with black long hair, green eyes, 61, pale skin, and a lioness, but the last sixteen years broke us one by one.

I walk to the table and open the papers to read them. Two months. We’ve lost the house. They say that if we pay three million dollars in full by the end of first month, which is all we owe in debts, we can keep it. My car is off the hook as it’s owned by one of the companies I still run. But it’s a small company, and things are not going well enough in the constructions for petite companies.

“Where’s dad?” I ask mom while having my back at her, reading every single line of the notice to see if there’s a loop somewhere that I can use tomorrow morning, when I’ll pay the bank’s manager a visit.

“Baby…” She begins crying out loud, making me turn around with wide opened eyes and a bit of gap between my lips.

“What’s wrong?” I rush to her, trying to calm her down.

“Michael called. Dad’s having problems with the workers. He didn’t pay them because of the client. He hasn’t wired the money and Dad is threatened by them to be killed. I was so freaked out that I stayed on the couch crying and somehow fell asleep, but I think I fainted.” Tears are pouring down her sucked cheeks. 

FUCKING FUCK! JESUS!

“What?!” I rage but take away her tears with my fingers. Michael is dad’s right hand, but he’s not a strong man. He’s weak. When you’re not Donahue Estate Development, you don’t have money for best employees. Instead of calling me, he called mom. 

That fucking asshole! 

“Shh… Everything is going to be fine.” I rub her back. “Where is the site?”

“It’s the new client…” She sobs. 

I know where that is. Twenty minutes from here.

“OK. Mom? Look at me. I’ll go there and I’ll get dad, and with the house, I’ve got everything covered. Okay?” I stare into her eyes to let her know I’m on it and chill. I lie, of course, for the house part, but not for dad.

“No! I don’t want you to get hurt, too! Please!” She pleads, holding my hand. 

Like anyone could hurt me… I’ll put everything back in order… I’m fucking Selena Dutchmond… Nobody fucks with my ass…

“I’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?” I smile at her.

“Yes, but…” She doesn’t let go of my hand, but I force her gently.

“I’ll be back, but dad will be first to come home. I have another stop to make.” I kiss her forehead, send her a warm smile, and let her say to me to be careful. 

I’m always careful, mom… Worry for the others… Once I’m there…

I storm out of the house. I think I have a mad look and grimace. 

No one touches Daddy! No one is taking my house! The losses end here!

I get in the car and I pull a race stunt to get from the spot my car is on, and off to the site where it will get messier when I reach there. 

You guys threaten my dad? You’re fucking with me now… I’m already in a bad mood… You motherfuckers…

When I approach the site, I see a riot and Dad is in the middle of it, with Michael behind him, doing nothing much. Dad is trying to calm everyone down, but they sure look angry. 

You guys have chosen such a bad day for this… Fucking Eric Rodricks and his fucking project… Fucking coffee accident morning… Fucking EVERYTHING! Oh! I’ll so fuck you guys if you don’t play nice…

I enter the site with speed, roaring my car when I reach the area my dad is on, and push the break right behind him, making everyone stop and step back. My music is playing at maximum. I stop the car’s engine and get down, fuming. Luckily, I always wear flat shoes from a deadly surgery on my foot from five years ago, as the site is bumpy for heels.

“What’s happening here?” I ask on an authoritarian tone, looking at my father. “Mr. Dutchmond?” I call him on his family name as he is one of my employees. I do this to get everyone silent. In business we are not family. At home we are. 

Hit me with the shit to unleash… I need to fuck someone right now for everything… Give me reasons…

“Selena? What…?” He doesn’t get to finish as one of the men yells at me. 

Reason number one… 

Dad’s face is darkened and tired. Heartbreak after heartbreak on my heart. 

Don’t worry, dad… I’m here… As always…

“He stole the money! He didn’t pay us! We either get our money or he doesn’t get out of here in one piece!” The man says who as many constructions workers has a built figure and a bull stare. 

You’ve got some balls right now… Mine are bigger, asshole…

“Hey! What did you say?!” 

DON’T FUCK WITH ME! BAD DAY ON THAT! 

I rage at him and I get one inch away from his face. My stare at him fires through his eyes making him hold his breath. He is half a head over me but gets a halt in his hysterical argument against us. 

Good boy… Play nice… 

“Let me hear it one more time! Don’t look at me that I’m a woman! I’ll broom the entire site with your ass!” I don’t break the eye contact. It’s a battle right there between our eyes. My stance is like a pissed lion.

He lowers his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Madam. I-I….” He gets back to his senses. 

You’re sorry… Of course you are… Fucking fuck…

“You what?! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?!” I verbally attack him now. “Three months ago, we gave you advance money because you had your daughter hospitalized! We were human with you! We said we will not take them back and turned it into a sponsorship for you to not have your monthly salary cut and left with no food on the table! Is this how you repay kindness? And you!” I turn my eyes to the one behind him. “Haven’t we helped you find a home and paid for the rent without affecting your pay when you were kicked out of your house? And you!” I turn to the one beside the first one. “Haven’t we helped you with supplies for your newborn? And you all!” I motion my hand in their direction. “How much kindness and generosity have you all received from our company and family to get by your own hard times?!”

They all subside and lower their heads. 

And you’re threatening me?! You’re not threatening dad! It’s I who you guys are attacking!

I make a step back to gasp them all with my sight.

“The client hasn’t paid yet! It’s not stealing your money! I’ll deal with the client after I walk out of here! You are all paid until these two weeks! Does it hurt you to wait for a few more days? You know we always pay!” I rage once more, fire coming out from my eyes. 

Don’t worry! I’ll fuck him if he doesn’t pay!

“We’re sorry, ma’am… We were afraid we won’t be paid…” Says one of them on a low, submissive voice.

“And why is that?” I growl.

“The client’s assistant said he wired the money last week and he was surprised we didn’t get paid. We know you have debts and we thought you’ll run with our hard-worked money. We haven’t seen you for the last month, so… We apologize, ma’am.” He is sincere. I can see that. 

Oh! That fucking assistant and his fucking mouth! If he said that, it doesn’t mean it’s true!

“Though I understand and accept your worries, you should know we would never do that.” I say on a calmer voice. “And what that man said is not true. What is true is that we haven’t received the money, but I’ll get it.” I look at all of them, seeing their faces relaxed and accepting of what I say. “Now. If I hear one more time of such accusations or threatens to Mr. Dutchmond or I, or to any boss you have over you, I’ll have my way with you and make you pay back for what you touch!” My eyes are dragons spitting fire at them. “And don’t think it’s just words! I can beat your asses any time, easily! Don’t provoke it to see proof of it! Get back to work and let me worry and solve the money problem! Go!” And they all say ‘yes’ and go back to work. 

My fucking blood sugar is killing me right now…

“Michael.” I fire him with my eyes. “Go and do your job watching over them. We’ll have things to discuss tomorrow.”

“Yes, Selena.” He retreats to the working site leaving me and dad alone.

Dad is idle. He’s just standing there, pale and weak. A state that I got used to for the last 16 years. He is tall with athletic constitution, wavy dark blond hair. But his brown eyes are opaque.

“Dad?”

“Yeah.” He replies on a dry, decreased voice. 

Don’t do this to me…

“Are you OK?” I go in front of him.

“Yeah.” Same voice. 

Shit…

“What’s the matter?” I put my hand on his shoulder.

“I think I lost my touch. Everything is falling apart. I’m worthless. Can’t do anything. I’m…” I interrupt him.

“Dad! You’re not! You’re just tired.” I give him a tight hug and rub his back. 

I’ll solve everything as always…

“We’re losing the house, babes…” He starts sobbing on a low tone, on my shoulder, hugging me tight in return. “I didn’t want any of this! I just wanted to make sure you have an easy life unlike me and your mom.” He is losing it. “If only I didn’t make you sign the loans with us, we wouldn’t be in this state right now. I’m sorry, babes. I’ve ruined your life and your future. I can’t face you or your mom…” He has lost it.

“Dad! Chill! Everything will work out! Trust me! As long as us three are alive and well, we can overcome everything! Alright?” I shoot him a warm, confident smile, making him relax a bit. 

Just let me solve it…

“Love you, babes.” He kisses my cheek and hugs me.

“Love you too, dad.” I kiss him back. “Your son is here with you! No worries!” I wink at him, making him laugh and shine his face a bit. He always says that I worth to him as much as five sons and one daughter.

“My baby. Dad loves you so much and it pains his heart to get you through all this with this old man in front of you.” His eyes are watery again.

“Dad! You’re not old! You’re only 56! You’re as young as it gets!” I kiss his cheek one more time as he smiles.

“You always know how to make me feel better.” He holds my hand with sad eyes. 

Don’t punch my heart, dad…

“You know what, daddy?” I raise one eyebrow.

“What, babes?” He waits.

“I’ll have Michael send you home and I’ll be back in about 3-4 hours in time for dinner. How does that sound?” I hold his hand.

“I still have to work, babes.” He argues.

“No. Today I work in your place. Let me do this. Mom is a mess. Go home and support her. I can’t wait to eat homemade food again! Please? Deal?” I butterfly my eyelashes at him and pout.

“Okay, baby.” He gives a sigh.

“Michael!” I yell at him on a strong voice and motion him to come.

He is far from us on the working plot. He nods and starts to us in a hurried pace. He’s relatively tall, black hair and eyes, skinny, and around 45 years old. He’s an engineer but not as experienced as my dad, who is also an engineer by profession.

“Yes, Selena!” His gaze goes from me to dad and then back at me.

“Take dad home for the day. Come back. That discussion for tomorrow is going to take place when you return. Okay?” I have a serious look in my eyes, but the anger has put its paws off me.

“Sure. Terrence? Let’s go.” He says to my father who is still idle. 

Shit! It’s gonna be a long one this time. I need to stay for a few days.

“Yeah. Bye, babes. I’ll wait for you at home. You be careful, alright?” He cups my left cheek and then strokes my head. 

Always crazy and careful, dad…

“Sure thing, dad.” I smile and motion him ‘goodbye’ while he furthers away from me as I lean my back on the door of my car.

I have a strong urge to smoke. My nerves are so tensed that the vein on my neck is booming. I open the car and take out my purse, get a cigarette and light it. I see my phone in the car and observe I have some icons on it. 

Great!

I take the phone and close the door, lean back on the door, and browse the phone while smoking. I know it’s bad for health! But I don’t have other vices and working on getting rid of this one too.

As it was on silent mode, I haven’t checked it. 

Jeez! 50 calls from Derek, 78 from Marta, and a bunch of text messages from them and some emails. Have they gone crazy? I’m out for only a few hours and have announced my departure. 

As I start reading the messages, I lose my balance for a second and get dizzy, having my vision a bit blurred. A shock wave crosses through my being and my heart stings for a second. I grab the top of the car with my left hand and shake a bit my head. My heartbeats increase, and my breath gets labored.

“Shit!”

I throw away my not finished cigarette and put the phone on the top of the car, holding the car’s top with my two hands and working on my breathing. 

Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth. Slowly. That’s it. 

I say to myself having my head down and eyes closed. It’s my diabetes. Whenever I stress myself like I did before, my diabetes reacts. Hope there aren’t any other problems.

“Fuck!” 

I forgot to take my lunch insulin shot…

I get the phone and go inside my car, close the door and take my purse. I forage in it to find my insulin pen. I see it and take it out. I raise my top to reveal my belly, open the pen and deliver the shot. I take it out after 15 seconds, put it back and snatch a wrapped piece of bread that is in my carbs’ meal for lunch. I eat it pretty fast and wait for about 10-15 minutes. My forehead gets tensed and the sides of my head. 

Yup, it went up.

I decide to spare Michael today. I’m already worn out. I start the engine of my car and drive backwards, stir the wheel to the right to turn, break, stir the wheel to the left and go for the exit. I have some other place to go. 

Let’s see how we can go about to solve some shit… 


Chapter 4 – Who’s That Woman?

Eric

Alright. Talk soon then.” I nod at him and get into the next elevator and on her footsteps. My men are already tailing her downstairs. She won’t escape me. I’ll find out.

I reach downstairs and motion my hand at my official limo to go, while two out of my three black SUVs, packed with bodyguards, come to pick me up per my orders. I hop in the first one.

“Ryan and Luke are on her steps boss. She took a cab. We’re on it.” Says my top bodyguard, the one that is always my shadow. I’m versed in martial arts, street fights and practically everything there is out there. However, there are times when I want to get loose and that’s when he comes in.

“I want her complete file in ten minutes.” I order while the car is already tailing the one sent after Selena.

“Yes, boss. I have already requested it when I saw you slow down the pace on the hallway before the meeting.” Justin knows me the best. He knows what I want, when I want and how I want it. That’s why he’s my personal bodyguard and right hand for the last eight years. He’s three years older than me and we get along like best friends, though he’s my employee which I pay handsomely. He deserves every penny.

“Good job!” I lightly hit his shoulder twice from the back of the car and he sends me a smirk in the rear mirror. 

That devil! He knows my ways! Gotta love him!

I see Selena get down from the cab in front of a paid parking area. We go after her.

“What is she doing here?” Curiosity builds up in me. She’s aiming a black BMW sports car. 

Is she meeting her boyfriend or something? 

Blood is boiling through my veins at the thought, so I ban it from my head. To my surprise, she gets in it and drives off like a pro at a race. 

Wow! She’s got some skills to exit like that from a parking lot. I like her! Baby? I’m for long runs, too. Just you wait until I have my hands on you…

We continue to follow her closely. All my three black SUVs. The one I’m in is now leading the others. I want to see everything.

Justin receives her file on his tablet and passes it to me.

“She’s one badass woman, boss.” He chuckles. “She fits you well.”

I look at him, grinning, and I take the tablet. I browse to her entire file. She’s 31, Aquarius, has eight companies under her name and family’s. Seven went into bankruptcy at the economic crisis. She’s got some impressive academics. Lots of sports she practiced until fifteen. I bite my lower lip when I see hockey among the sports. She was at the juniors’ national team. 

She’s rough. I so love that! Mmm…

She participated in some illegal races when she was 19. Drifting. No charges pressed. 

She’s a rebel, too. 

When I reach the financial status, I see my advantage on her. Three million dollars in debts, her house has just been seized by the bank. She needs to pay in one month from now, if she doesn’t want to lose the remaining house they have as property. In two months, she needs to evacuate the perimeter with her parents, if not paid. That’s my leverage right here.

I check if she has been married. The answer is no. No official boyfriends. 

Can’t stay in a serious relationship, huh? 

I smirk. 

She loves to play, I guess, and walks out when things complicate. Perfect!

I reach the medical part. This is when things pinch my heart without understanding why. She’s diabetic since 16. Insulin dependent. Had a bad foot surgery, five years ago, from an infection that almost took her life. Eight months in bed to recover. Doctors didn’t give her chances, yet she’s one furious driver and on her feet wild woman today. My eyes get watery for a short moment after I read this part of her losing her life. This has never happened to me… 

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Justin? Help me buy her property from the bank and pay all her debts. Name me as her creditor. I want her submitted to me. We will talk later the conditions on paying me back.” I say with a devilish smile and give back the tablet.

“Yes, boss. I’m on it.” He takes the tablet. “I guess we’re headed to her home. She was announced about the bank making the next move.”

“Yeah. I guess so. That’s going to be a two hours’ drive, boys. Cancel my agenda for the next few days and rent us something near her location. Make all the necessary arrangements. I want everything ready when we reach there.” I lean on my back, putting my shades on and have my eyes on her car. “Tap her entire estate until we reach there. I want to know and see everything.”

“Yes, boss.” Justin says and starts following my commands.

After an hour, I see her pulling over at a gas station. We pull over as well. Justin and Rick get down and go inside to watch over her. I wait in the car. 

What am I doing for a woman I have just met? I must be crazy. It’s not my style to go through too much trouble to get what I want. I’ve never done this… But every move she makes and everything I discover about her, provokes me. And she doesn’t even know yet. When she’s got down the car with that fine ass and fluttering hair, I’ve been so turned on that I’m barely keeping my cool not to go and kidnap her. Another thing that I’ve never done… Something must be so wrong with me, but I can’t help it…

She gets out of the gas station’s store, tips the man who has filled her car, smiles at him and says something to him. Then she gets in the car and drives away in her unique driving style. 

Has she just smiled at that man?! No, you haven’t! I’ll have you punished for that! You didn’t smile at me like that when we met! 

My body is tensed and flushed with a feeling I don’t recognize. Jealousy? I have never been jealous before…

Jason and Rick come back in the car and Rick starts the engine to follow her further.

“I think she’s sniffed on us, Eric.” Jason reports.

“What do you mean?” My eyebrows are up.

“She looked straight at us. Then decided to ignore us and went to take a drink from the fridge. She paid for the gas, drink and cigarettes.” He looks at me in the rear mirror to see my reaction.

“It doesn’t matter. She’s going to find out soon anyway. When she’ll meet the creditor.” I wink at him and have the devilish smile plastered on my face. I always get what I want no matter the means. She’s no exception.

The next hour goes by faster than I’ve expected. We know we are almost at her address, so I signal the guys to take it low. She doesn’t have to be certain at this point. Let her have a ‘what if’ moment. I want her scared a bit. Anyway, I have all her house inside out tapped with audio-video equipment by now. Everything happening in there is live streamed to my phone.

We reach at the rented house, five minutes away from hers. I can’t help looking around how breathtaking the location is out here. The lake is like in magical books, the forest towers it and mirrors its beauty. The silence of out of city is soothing to my ears. The air is strong and calms my nerves. I go in a similar looking house to hers and straight to the main bedroom. I need to take a shower and change. Girls always chat a lot, so I have time. I don’t think she’s leaving the house any time soon.

“She’s in the house, Eric.” Says Justin who has access to the streaming, too. “You really want to do this?” He looks at me with a meaning. “Don’t play with her, Eric. She’s got a lot on her hands and seems a nice person. I don’t think she’s going to be happy with a broken heart.” He gives me the look of a worried man for my further actions. He knows I play with them and then leave them behind. And no, I’m not the ‘having a girlfriend’ type. I’m a one-time man.

“First time in my life hearing you speak like this for one of my women.” I study him.

“Don’t know, man. She seems different. Personally, I wouldn’t want to see her hurt. That’s all I’ve got to say. You do what you want. You’re the boss.” He leaves the room.

I sit on the bed and loosen my tie. I enter the access code on my phone and see what she’s doing. Justin’s words are on my mind.

“The papers we received are on the table. We have two months to evacuate the house…” Says an older woman, sobbing, who I think is her mom. Beautiful woman even at her age.

Selena goes to the table where her mother pointed at. I can see each room and angle of the house and courtyard. I take the images and audio through satellite. Among my companies, I have an intelligence and security one, too. One of the biggest worldwide.

She’s having her back at her mom, but I can see her face. She’s reading carefully the document. Her glare goes from shock, to biting her lower lip, and then a poker face. “Stop reading, baby. I’ve got everything covered. Don’t you worry.” I smirk. That lower lip biting of hers is so sexy.

“Where’s dad?” She asks her mom, not putting aside the papers.

“Baby…” Her mom starts crying and I get worked up. I contract my jawline and chew on my inner cheek.

“What’s wrong?” Selena goes to her. They have me all serious now.

“Michael called. Dad’s having problems with the workers. He didn’t pay them because of the client. He hasn’t wired the money and Dad is threatened by them to be killed. I was so freaked out that I stayed on the couch crying and somehow fell asleep, but I think I fainted.” Her mom has an affected grimace and is crying. 

Who’s Michael? Kill her dad? Not under my watch.

“Justin! Prepare the other cars! Find her dad’s location! Now!” I stand up and go, keeping my eyes on my phone.

“What?!” Selena shouts hearing that with a mad look. “Shh… Everything is going to be fine.” She’s rubbing her mom’s back. “Where is the site?” 

What?! You’re going there? What can you do? Chill, woman. I’ll solve this for you. Or maybe she wants to call the police. Probably. 

I’m about to get in the car.

“It’s the new client…” Her mom sobs.

“OK. Mom? Look at me. I’ll go there and I’ll get dad, and with the house, I’ve got everything covered. Okay?” Selena is with an all confident stance and tone.

“Who are you, woman? Wonder woman?” I say and chuckle, grabbing Justin’s attention.

“We’re trying to locate him right now, Eric.” He informs from the front seat.

“No! I don’t want you to get hurt, too! Please!” Her mom pleads, holding her hand. 

Yeah, listen to your mom. It’s best.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?” She smiles at her mother. 

If they want to kill your dad, how are you going to be fine?

“Is she crazy?” The question escapes my mouth on an irritated tone.

“Yes, but…” Her mom doesn’t let go of her hand, but she retracts her hand. 

Yeah, you’re very good at taking your hand back. Did the same to me in the morning. Just that you do it lovingly with your mom.

“I’ll be back, but dad will be first to come home. I have another stop to make.” She kisses her mother’s forehead and smiles at her like everything is already taken care of.

“Be careful!” Her mom’s last words before Selena goes out. 

Oh! You don’t say. You’ve got everything settled, huh?  

I make a zoom on her. Rage is covering her entire being.

“Those fiery eyes!” I shout from the back seat. 

That’s a turn on. 

“Follow her car. She’s going at her dad’s location. Have you accessed the inside of her car as well?” I ask Justin.

“Yes. Sending you the key access right now.” He replies while Rick starts the car on her trails. 

She loves to drive like that as I can see… I wonder how she’s in other areas… 

I smirk, having my mind in devilish fantasies.

When we reach the site, there’s a riot. Everyone is yelling and angry. A man is trying to talk to them but to no avail. One stands behind him doing and saying nothing. Then I see Selena’s car entering the site in full speed, roaring her car when she gets to the spot that man is trying to speak with those people, and breaks behind him, making everyone take a step back in silence.

“Gotta say, Eric. Never seen a woman doing that. She’s got some balls. Those guys are no joke.” Says Justin. “Want us to go over there?”

“No. Not for the moment. I want to see what she’s trying to do. She’s got my attention. Take us near the place at a safe distance.” I say switching my phone to that location’s satellite to see and hear the scene.

She gets down like a killer from the car. She goes to her father, I think, in a serious, powerful stance, not looking at the other people who are still in silence and having worrying glares.

“What’s happening here?” She asks with a superior voice, looking only at him. “Mr. Dutchmond?” She calls him on his family name. 

That’s her dad alright. Why is she so patronizing with him? The poor man is a pure mess already.

“Selena? What…?” He starts saying, surprised to see her, but doesn’t get to finish as one of the men yells at Selena, making me want to go over there and break his neck on the spot for the attitude.

“He stole the money! He didn’t pay us! We either get our money or he doesn’t get out of here in one piece!” The man says who is well-built. I have a pinch in my heart for her safety. “Just…” I can’t finish calling for Justin to get down and help, as I hear Selena’s voice with such power that I turn my eyes back on the phone.

“Hey! What did you say?!” She rages at him and gets dangerously close to his face. Me and the boys in the car have a deep silenced moment. She captures our attention. 

Who’s this woman? 

Her killer stare at him, right in his eyes, makes the man stop and fear on his face starts appearing.

“Let me hear it one more time! Don’t look at me that I’m a woman!” She motions her right hand in her direction. “I’ll broom the entire site with your ass!” She doesn’t break the eye contact. Her body, face and eyes emanate such power. I’m at her feet right now. That’s the kind of woman a man like me would want to marry. She’s the whole package. That’s provoking my male senses in ways I haven’t imagined before. My heart is now the one that wants her.

 That man lowers his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Madam. I-I…” She has dominated him.

“You what?! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?!” She yells. “Three months ago, we gave you advance money because you had your daughter hospitalized! We were human with you! We said we will not take it back, and turned it into a sponsorship for you, to not have your monthly salary cut and left with no food on the table! Is this how you repay kindness? And you!” She turns her eyes at the one behind him. “Haven’t we helped you find a home and paid for the rent without affecting your pay when you were kicked out of your house? And you!” She turns to the one beside the first one. “Haven’t we helped you with supplies for your newborn? And you all!” She motions her hand in their direction. “How much kindness and generosity have you all received from our company and family to get by your own hard times?!” They have all accepted her leadership. Their heads are down. 

I wonder how you’ll try to dominate me, baby. I’m not one to submit. Though I give you credit for being an Alpha girl. 

I bite my lower lip and smirk.

She makes a step back, looking over them.

“The client hasn’t paid yet! It’s not stealing your money! I’ll deal with the client after I walk out of here! You are all paid until these two weeks! Does it hurt you to wait for a few more days? You know we always pay!” She rages.

“We’re sorry, ma’am… We were afraid we won’t be paid…” Says one of them on a low, submissive voice.

“And why is that?” She growls.

“The client’s assistant said he wired the money last week and he was surprised we didn’t get paid. We know you have debts and we thought you’ll run with our hard-worked money. We haven’t seen you for the last month, so…. We apologize, ma’am.” He continues.

“Though I understand and accept your worries, you should know we would never do that.” She says on a calmer voice. “And what that man said is not true. What is true is that we haven’t received the money, but I’ll get it.” She makes a pause and looks at them with that mad look of hers. “Now. If I hear one more time of such accusations or threatens to Mr. Dutchmond or I, or to any boss you have over you, I’ll have my way with you and make you pay back for what you touch! And don’t think it’s just words! I can beat your asses any time, easily! Don’t provoke it to see proof of it! Get back to work and let me worry and solve the money problem! Go!” They reply ‘yes’ and go back to work.

“Michael.” She says. 

That’s Michael. Too old to be her boyfriend.  

“Go and do your job watching over them. We’ll have things to discuss tomorrow.”

“Yes, Selena.” He walks to where the workers are, leaving her and her dad have their privacy.

She has a conversation with her dad. He is affected by the ordeal they had and have since the economic crisis and apologetic for how things went. Selena comforts him. She’s a great daughter to both her parents.

 “Love you too, dad.” She kisses him back. “Your son is here with you! No worries!” She winks at him, making him laugh and gain some confidence.

“If I’ll ever have a daughter, I want to have one like her.” Justin says, making me look at him and nod.

“Yeah, me too.” I reply. It’s the truth. Selena is making me fall for her in so many ways, in such short amount of time. A feeling slowly warms my heart. I want her in my bed, but now she got me interested in more. What’s that more? I don’t know yet.

They continue their conversation, and she decides to send him home with Michael. Her dad refuses at first but then gives in. She calls Michael and he comes to take her father home.

“Justin?” I say, not taking my eyes off her.

“Yes, boss.”

“Call my lawyer. I have decided on the conditions.” I bite my lower lip and clench my jawline.

“Which are the conditions?” Both Justin and Rick look at me intently.

“Marriage contract.” I promptly say.

“What?” They both ask at the same time.

“For two months.” I complete my conditions.

“Eric? What are you doing?” Justin turns on his seat to look at me with a shocked expression. “You’re playing too much with this. That girl and her family are in a hard situation. I don’t know from where she musters the courage to be like that and deal with things. Don’t break her, man. That family needs her. You can have any girl you want. Leave her aside.”

“I’m not playing. I’m serious.” I say what I feel.

“You’re serious?” He rolls his eyes at me. “Contract marriage. Two months. That’s serious to you.”

“For three million dollars, I think it’s a great deal.” I say on a businessman tone.

“Whatever, Eric. Do what you want. Who am I to go against you?” He looks at her on his side window. “What is she doing?” He’s tensed, making me look as well. She has her left hand on the top of her car and shaking her head. I look on my phone.

“Shit!” She says, having a paler shade on her face, throws away her cigarette and puts her phone on the top of her car, holding the car’s top with both her hands. She tries breathing. I get down from the car at this point without thinking anymore. “Fuck!” She yells, stopping me from walking towards her with my phone in my left hand. Justin and Rick get down from the car and are behind me. My heart is beating so fast at this point.

She grabs her phone and enters the car. She doesn’t see me. I go on my phone and select the inside of her car. I see her looking into her purse. She’s getting something out. A syringe of some sort. I frown. She reveals her belly and gives it the shot. I close my eyes at this point. A sigh is released from me.

“I told you, man. Don’t play with her. This is a real sin. She’s not like the others. Spare her.” Justin advocates for her.

“Shut up. Let’s get back to the car.” I’m having a clash of wants and feelings. My manhood wants her badly, my heart wants to protect her. What is she doing to me?

After a few minutes, she decides to leave the site as she starts the engine. She drives as if nothing happened a while ago. 

Baby? You’re mine. All the way. 

“Follow her.” I have a straight face giving the order. Nothing is more important to me than her at this point. She’s the woman I want. The only one. 


Chapter 5 – Need For Money, A Race

Selena

I feel a bit better after the insulin shot and lunch bread. Stress is drying me out. I call the client and after three rings, he answers.

“Hello, Mr. Rippletok. I’m Selena Dutchmond. May I briefly speak with you or I’m calling at a bad time?” I keep my cool.

“Hi! Yes! No bad time! How are you? Back from the Big Apple?” He seems happy to hear from me. That’s strange.

“Fine. Yeah. Briefly. Mr. Rippletok? It seems that the last bill we sent you, hasn’t been paid yet. Can I have a confirmation for when you’ll be able to wire the money? The workers need to be paid.” I have a smiling and warm voice. You never want to offend a client as he might choose not to pay. To file a lawsuit against them is a dragging mess. You don’t want or need that.

“What? I’m sure it has been paid. Wait a minute… I’ll check it right now. I’ll put you on hold, darling.” I hope he doesn’t play me. I can’t keep my cool forever. We are building him a ten-level block of flats. The company has all the money in his ass of a project. If he doesn’t pay, I’m screwed all over again.

“Sure. I’ll wait. Thank you!” I tighten my grip on the wheel to keep control over my attitude.

After about three minutes or so, he comes back.

“Selena, I’m sorry. I thought I’ve confirmed the pay as I signed it. We have a new employee and has things all over the place. Freshmen. In ten minutes, the money will be wired. My apologies. Hope you’re not upset for my negligence.”

“Thank you, sir! No worries. I would never do that. It happens. As long as things get solved, we’re good. Wish you a great blessed day!” 

Asshole… 

I roll my eyes, but I’m relieved. Well, not completely. Until I’ll see the money in the bank, I can’t be.

“Wait!” He doesn’t want to end the phone call.

“Yes, sir?” I have same smiling voice.

“Can you come to my office tomorrow to speak? Or I can come to yours if it’s more convenient to you. I want some additional contracts for the extension in the back. We should talk about prices and deadline.” He has a sweet voice. I wonder why.

“Tomorrow it’s a bit difficult for me, sir. But I’ll see what I can do. Can I get back to you around 1 pm, tomorrow? Maybe I can find an hour from then on if it’s not too late for you.” I wish he says to leave it till the day after tomorrow.

“That’s perfect. Then it’s settled. I’ll wait for your call. Check the bank today. You’ll have the payment without further delays.” He’s smiling, I can feel that.

“Alright. Thank you. Talk tomorrow then. Bye.” I say fast.

“Bye, Selena. Have a good one!” He says, and I end the damn call.

“So sick and tired of these people! I need a fucking vacation from ten to twenty years! Jesus!” I roll my eyes and puff while driving to an old friend. Well, not friend. He’s… He’s complicated. I hoped I won’t have to see him anytime soon, but with the bank and all, I need to.

I reach near a club area. It’s a big fancy building. One hour from the working site. One of the main clubs in the area. I park my car near the place, stop the engine, take my ID and some money from my purse, put them in my pants’ pocket and get down.

I open my trunk, put my purse in it, and close the car. My keys go into the other pocket. I look at the entrance, take a deep breath and start walking there.

Two handsome gorillas are towering the front door, dressed in black suits, white shirts, no ties, and a piece into their left ears.

“Hey, baby! We aren’t open yet.” I’ve forgotten I don’t have my ugly suits on me. I have the new clothes that reveal my body line, and not making me fatter like the old ones do. I feel like a piece of meat right now with those lustful glares on my person. 

Get your fucking eyes off me… You don’t want a piece of me, fuckers…

They are new. They don’t know me.

“I know. Stop staring.” I give him a bossy look. “Where’s Don? I need to speak to him. Tell him Selena is here. He knows me.” I cross my arms, waiting.

“Don? He’s the owner. It’s pretty hard for you to talk to him.” Same guy speaks, checking me out with his eyes and smirks. 

Smirk, motherfucker… Smirk… Provoke me…

“Right. I’ll call him then, but when he fires you, don’t come crying.” I take my phone and motion calling him.

“Wait! I’ll tell him.” He seems shaken. The gorilla presses his earpiece and asks for Don. “Boss? One Selena is here asking to meet you. I didn’t let her in.” His face is dropping. “Yes, boss! Sorry, boss! Right now, boss!” He is stressed out with eyes widened. “He’s waiting for you in his office. He says you know where that is.” He opens the door and gets out of the way for me to go in. 

Fucking assholes… Oh! I’m having a peachy day! My fucking luck…

“Thank you.” I don’t look at him and enter.

The club is empty. Only a few people cleaning and preparing for tonight. This is one of those VIP clubs with a trendy décor, expensive lights and animator cages. A big screen for music videos and a DJ booth. I walk upstairs to Don’s office which is at the second floor. First floor is with VIP private rooms. You need about five grands to reserve one of those, and it’s membership only.

I reach Don’s office and stare at the door for a few moments. 

Shit! Why am I here? Can’t believe I’m doing this… 

I knock at the door.

“Come in! Selena?” He shouts before I open the door. 

Not because I wanted to be here, Don… Just life fucking me again as usual…

“Hi… Don…” I keep a straight face while I enter.

“Hey, love! Avoiding my calls for the past three months?” He comes to me with a smirk to give me a hug. 

Uh-no… Don’t get touchy with me…

“Keep your distance. I haven’t forgotten last time. Don’t make me beat your ass again.” I’m avoiding him and going to sit on the chair in front of his desk, leaving him there with his open arms and a gloomy grimace. 

The fuck I care you’re disappointed…

“I said I’m sorry. We know each other for the last 20 years since we were kids. I was drunk and you are sexy. When I’m sober, I control myself. When I’m not… I don’t.” He smirks. I roll my eyes and have a mad look. “Talking about sexy. You look way sexier now! What did you do?” He comes to his desk and looks at me with sparkly eyes. I think I’ll walk away. 

Fucking fuck… I’ll either get my ass out, or beat him again and then get out… Control, Sel…

“Don. Cut the crap. Sit down.” I motion to his chair, crossing my legs.

I take a serious stance.

Don’t get me wrong, the guy is hot, ripped with muscles, towering. With short wavy chocolate hair, ravishing green-blue eyes and perfect lips. He’s wearing black skinny jeans that embrace those muscled legs, a black belt from Gucci, black V-shaped T-shirt that reveals his muscles, and a dark grey suit jacket. He’s dreamy but I’m not interested. He’s a Mafia guy. Plus, I’m not interested in relationships. Ever. And he’s the last person I would be interested in.

He glares at me and lands on my cleavage. He sits and lays back on his chair with his arms crossed.

“Damn! You’re beautiful.” 

Damn! I would so fuck you right now. All over this office and redecorate it… Not the way you would want though… Motherfucker…

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes and sigh. “Don?”

“Yes, love.” He places his elbows on the desk and waits.

“I need money.” I bluntly say.

“How much?” He grins at me.

“Three million.” I reply.

“OK. I’ll wire it to you now.” He takes his phone out.

“No! Not that!” I yell at him.

“Then?” He spikes a brow at me.

“Are there any races?” I say on a low voice with my head down.

“What?! You’ve got to be kidding me… No, Selena.” He is annoyed.

“Tell me. I’m in.” 

I have no choice

“Are you sure about that? You haven’t raced since 12 years ago.” His jawline is contracted and has an opaque glare at me. 

Not really since 12 years ago… But that doesn’t concern you… I need some car races through you this time…

“I’m sure. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. You know that.” I try to appear strong and healthy.

“Selena? Why don’t you accept my money as a loan? You almost died five years ago. Don’t break my heart. I care about you, love. I was drunk last time, but I was sincere with you. I want you. And not for one night. Don’t drive me crazy with all this.” His eyes send me his sincerity. 

That shit was one thing, this shit is another… Let’s separate them…

“Don. You know me. I’m iced. I don’t want anyone. I appreciate your care. I want the race. Is there one and how much is the prize?” I cut him away from the confession alley. I don’t want or need to hear it.

He sighs, looks at me for a few good moments and bites his lower lip.

“Tonight. Midnight. Old road. Five hundred thousand. How’s your car?”

“Rusty for drifting.” I realize.

“Fine. I’ll give you mine. It’s latest model. If you break it, you pay for repairs.” He says, looking aside, avoiding my gaze. He’s pissed.

“How much is your car?” I have to ask.

“Selena!” He screams with a furious look. 

Don’t fucking scream at me…

“Gotta know if it’s worth the race.” I raise my hands and shoulders to make a point.

“We’ll talk about that later. Police may have info on that. So, it can be dangerous for you. There’s a big crowd and lots of drivers. It’s the biggest race this year. I’ll cover for you though.” He relaxes his shoulders and lays back on his chair. 

Don’t worry over that… I always cover myself…

“Alright.” I stand up. “I’ll be there 20 minutes earlier. Thanks, Don. See ya’ later then.” I show him my back, going to the exit.

“Don’t tease me, Selena.” He says on a lustful voice. 

Oh! Fuck you, Don!

“Bite me.” I exit the office and go to the stairs.

The moment I want to go down the stairs, I feel a hand on my ass.

“Where are you going, sexy?” 

That’s it. That’s my self-control limit. You son of a bitch!

I turn to the guy and punch him in the face, sending him on the ground.

“Who gave YOU permission to grab MY ass?! You son of a bitch!” My yelling voice makes Don come out.

“What’s happening here?!” His eyes are like a bull seeing red, looking at the man on the floor and then at me. 

A fucker messing with my already fucked-up nerves…

“You damn bitch!” The guy says to me. 

YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

“What did you say?” I scream at him ready to trash him.

“Hey! What did you do to her?” Don is losing it.

“I grabbed her ass! She punched me! This is how you tell your girls to act on clients?” The guy says, standing up. 

WHAT?! OH! I’LL SO FUCK YOU TILL YOU WON’T OWN A FUCKING FACE!

“She’s not a girl! She’s my woman, you fucker!” 

Fucking Don… I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING WOMAN! 

This statement makes me roll my eyes at Don. He starts beating the shit out of him, raging.

“You don’t come into MY house and hit on MY woman!” He punches him more.

The guy spits blood. 

Shit…

“Don! That’s enough! He’s understood the message!” I know he might kill him. He’s fucking Mafia.

Bodyguards come and take the fucker from his hands, leaving us alone. He doesn’t look at me. He’s so tensed up. Never seen him like this before. 

Fucking chill, Don…

“Don? Chill. Thank you.” I pause a little. “I haven’t said it in front of that man but I’m not your woman. Never have been. OK? See you later.” I go for the stairs.

“YOU WILL BE!” He growls. 

Yeah… Drop the shit… I’m no one’s and will never be someone’s…

“Not going to enter that long line of women you have. Bye.”

He’s a player. I don’t need or want men. I’m perfectly fine on my own, alone. I have enough shit in my life.

“I swear to God, Selena!” I hear him from upstairs.

I ignore him and get to the lobby area. I walk away from the club, the front door gorillas opening it for me to exit.

I must be crazy. I shouldn’t have come here. If it weren’t for those damn debts! My fucking life! 

I go to my car, get in and start the engine. I need to go away from here and relax for a few hours until the race. I hope I’ll win that shit. I badly need the money.


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Table of Contents ( Current – Updating )

Chapter 1-5 (Ch. 1 – Coffee Is A Bitch…; Ch. 2. – An Instant Wish Comes True; Ch. 3 – Family Crisis; Ch. 4 – Who’s That Woman?; Ch. 5 – Need For Money, A Race)

Chapter 6 – You’ll Be Punished For That

Chapter 7 – Rivalry

Chapter 8 – She’s My Woman

Chapter 9 – Not Even For A Billion Dollars

Chapter 10 – Give Me Self-Control!

Chapter 11 – I Have To Face It

Chapter 12 – Here We Go Again…

Chapter 13 – What Is This Woman Doing To Me?

Chapter 14 – This Is Killing Me Right Now

Chapter 15 – Raging

Chapter 16 – Forced And Pained

Chapter 17 – No Race, Race On!

Chapter 18 – Mind Reader

Chapter 19 – Shivers…

Chapter 20 – Satan

Chapter 21 – Virgin Mary And Shock

Chapter 22 – Hulk

Chapter 23 – Animal Instincts Vs. Love

Chapter 24 – Diabetes, My Enemy

Chapter 25 – She’s The Boss

Chapter 26 – Boss’s Wife

Chapter 27 – Competitions. Day One

Chapter 28 – Hate And Love

Chapter 29 – Premonition. A Bad Omen

Chapter 30 – Life On A Beat…

Chapter 31 – Death Is Weak. Past Is A Bitch

Chapter 32 – She Gangsta

Chapter 33 – Cheating Husband

Chapter 34 – Clash Of The Titans

Chapter 35 – Half Iced, Half Warmed

Chapter 36 – Ultimate Fighter

Chapter 37 – Angel In Death Again…

Chapter 38 – Baby Boss

Chapter 39 – Test. A Chance On

Chapter 40 – Denial Of Love

Chapter 41 – No Gentleman

Chapter 42 – Wonder Woman

Chapter 43 – Hot Night. In Her Terms…

Chapter 44 – Heart, Body, And Soul

Chapter 45 – Love Treats

Chapter 46 – I’ll Kill You Slowly And In Pains…

Chapter 47 – She Godfather…

Chapter 48 – Loving Husband

Chapter 49 – Top Lawyer

Chapter 50 – Explosions…

Chapter 51 – Wonder Woman 11.0

Chapter 52 – Emotional Stress And Angel Food

Chapter 53 – What The F*ck Is Going On?!

Chapter 54 – Deadly Angel

Chapter 55 – Tired Baby

Chapter 56 – Who’s Alpha?

Chapter 57 – Out Of Control

Chapter 58 – Mask Down

Chapter 59 – Leadership Contested

Chapter 60 – Bad Moments…

Chapter 61 – Ownership Or Love?

Chapter 62 – Two Months Later…

Chapter 63 – Party And A Bitch

Chapter 64 – Reversed Party…

Chapter 65 – Wedding…

Chapter 66 – Bride And Blood…

Chapter 67 – Calming Down…

Chapter 68 – D-Day

Chapter 69 – Coldness And Hotness

Chapter 70 – Craziness

Chapter 71 – One Month Later

Chapter 72 – Domestic Violence

Chapter 73 – Healer

Chapter 74 – Guilt

Chapter 75 – Christmas Is On

Chapter 76 – My She Devil…

Chapter 77 – You’re Up To Something…

Chapter 78 – Death Angel

Chapter 79 – Vampy Bitch

Chapter 80 – I Don’t Give A F*ck On That!

Chapter 81 – Fighting With Love

Chapter 82 – Baby Satan…

Chapter 83 – Past And Present…

Chapter 84 – Don’t F*cking Kill The Bastard…

Chapter 85 – As I Said, Not F*cking Normal

Chapter 86 – Breaking The Bitch

Chapter 87 – I Can’t Stand This…

Chapter 88 – And He Loves It…

Chapter 89 – Losing It…

Chapter 90 – F*cking F*ck!

Chapter 91 – I’m Not Human Inside Anymore…

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