Stolen Love

Chapter one

The door slammed open with a bang against the wall, causing Lea to look up from her book.

Her mother was donning one of her many tight black dresses, a curling wand clenched in her left fist.

"Get up and set the damn table! The CEO of my company is coming over and I want you to join us." Her voice was filled with hate.

"Why do you want me to join you?" I asked.

Her face twisted and she rolled her eyes.

"It doesn't matter, because you're going to do it anyways!" She screamed, before turning and slamming the door, the frame shaking behind her.

I sighed and stood up, grabbing some clean jeans and a button up that my mother would approve of. The blue buttons pinched against my neck, because if I left one undone my mother would most likely slap me for being a whore.

Pulling my hair into a tight ponytail, I hurried downstairs and into the kitchen. If I kept her waiting, she wouldn't hesitate to scream the roof off.

About five minutes later, I had the table set and wine bottles placed. For some reason, my mother had ordered Italian food, instead of getting me to cook.

She must really want to impress this CEO.

While I placed the plates of pasta on the table, my mother stormed down the stairs, fully dressed.

Her hair was perfectly curled, eyes bright with the ridiculous amount of eye makeup she wore. It still amazed me how little I resembled her. She was average height while I was awkwardly tall, I had brown hair while hers was black, my eyes were green and hers were blue.

And currently those eyes were glaring at me, assessing my outfit.

"Go upstairs and wait until I call you down." She ordered.

I nodded and trudged up the stairs, sitting on the floor of my bedroom with a book. For some reason I couldn't concentrate on the words, I had a really weird feeling, and my head was pounding.

Closing the book with a sigh, I lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling. It felt like something was pushing at the edge of my mind, something I'd never felt before. I closed my eyes, hoping the feeling would go away.

It didn't.

Just as I was considering sneaking downstairs and grabbing some Tylenol, the doorbell rang. Whatever was pushing at my mind intensified, and I groaned, holding my head in my hands.

The sound of the door opening was apparent, as was my mother's voice. I gritted my teeth against the pounding in my head.

"Welcome to my home, Mr. Greyson. I'm so glad you could make it." She purred, using her 'I want to get this man in bed so I can get a promotion' voice.

If my head wasn't literally killing me, I would roll my eyes.

And then he spoke.

"Hello, Mrs. Peters. Thank you for the invitation into your home."

The pounding in my head ceased, and a small gasp escaped my mouth. His voice was... deep, and sexy, and it made my whole body go warm.

For a second I could feel something, a hesitation. But it wasn't me feeling it.

"Mrs. Peters... will anyone else be joining us for dinner?" His beautiful voice was filled with authority, and I was already intimidated by him.

"Um, well, my daughter will be joining us. But only for dinner, afterwards we will be alone." She sounded flustered.