Alright last chapter ended on a rather aggressive not so I'm hoping this chapter has a softer touch to it. Keyword: Hope. Also any song suggestions? I need new songs to listen to. So what are we waiting for?! Let's Gooooo!!!
Song: Cooler Than me By: Mike Posner
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I wake up to the sun in my face.
"Ugh! Someone close the curtains," I grumble.
"None of that. Come on up, up!" Jack encourages as he takes the comforter off of me.
"Hey! Rude, plus why are you in a chipper mood this morning?" I yawn and wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
"I would ask why you're wearing yesterdays clothes but we have no time. Now come on in the shower and I'll place your clothes on the bed, after I have the maid make it."
"You didn't answer my question," I look up at him and notice the brightness in his eyes and how it makes the color stand out.
"Today we go over the contract! Then training. Ah I do love a good contract," he smiles.
"I bet you do," I roll my eyes and head on over to the bathroom.
"You know you can leave anytime." He suddenly says.
"What?" I ask in surprise as I turn.
"I know it doesn't seem like it since I have you under supervision almost the whole time you're here, plus when I chased you down and had my men bring you back here. That was all to teach you a lesson. But I just want to make it clear that you can leave if you want to." He says in a challenging tone . I stand there speechless for a minute, which was a first.
"I-I've already come this far. It would be a shame to give up now," I say convincingly.
"Great!" He smiles and motions for me to continue on my way to the bathroom. I do as he says and as I walk into the bathroom I can't help but wonder who I was trying to convince: Him or me?
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We enter the club. It's so weird during the day because it's nearly empty and very quiet. Jack leads me back to an office.
"This isn't the part where you snap your fingers and your mob men come out of nowhere with guns and you order them to shoot me right?" I ask.
"That was oddly specific and no. Why would I have mob people? Do you think I'm in some type of mafia?" My silence answers for me.
"What?!" He says in surprise.
"Are you serious? I mean the amount of money you have and the way you are. Plus what you said to me when you tied up!" I exclaim.
"Oh," he gives me a sheepish smile. "About that...I meant when it comes to business deals gone wrong or one of them attempt to steal from me I-" He clears his throat and smiles. "You get the idea."
"Mafia boss attitude, right there," I point out and he rolls his eyes.
"I'm not a mafia boss."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"How would you know?"
"Because I would know if I was a mafia boss"
"You sure?"
"Yes, I...No I'm not falling into your little arguments." He sighs.
"I was so close," I sigh and sit across from him at the desk.
"Alright let's get to business," he says happily.
"Seeing you really happy makes me nervous."
"Aren't I always happy?"
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Runaway (slight BDSM)
Romance"I don't know who you think you are disrespecting me like that but you're going to regret it," he growls. "Oh, kinky," I purr, causing him to roll his eyes and let out a disappointed sigh. "Put her in the trunk," he says and makes his way to the pa...
