The Game

Chapter iii

SONG:

COME TO MY WINDOW-VCTRYS

Liana POV:

Its dark, the only light is coming from the moon shining through the window. Fuck, it's hot. I make my way into the light. Naked. I'm very naked... I sit down on the reading bench built into the window. One of my legs are up and bent a little bit, all while the other is straight, I look up at the dark ceiling. My mind goes blank for a moment until I hear something, or rather, someone shuffle. I look into the dark where I'd heard it from. He emerges, wearing a pair of sweatpants. His toned upper body littered in tattoos on full display for me, a devious smirk on his face. Fuck, he is gorgeous. He climbs on top of me, hovering above. I take my time to explore his muscular frame with my hands. My eyes are caught onto a specific tattoo on his right upper arm. It's a simple design of a snake. I am pulled out of my thoughts when I feel his dick through his pants.... It's so hard, god, that's exactly what makes me so wet. He dips down and kisses me. The kiss starts off slow and gentle. It soon becomes needy and passionate. We break apart for air, only to go back into it again. His hand roams my body, tracing down my curves, eventually stopping at my soaking bud. Come on, he is so close to where he needs to be. I try to grind my hips against his hand to get it where I want it. He stops me by pinning my hips down with the hand that wasn't teasing my core. "King, please" I beg wanting him to end this slow torture and just give me what I want. I swear to shit, he is going to kill me....

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I shoot up in panic, a thin, shiny layer of sweat covering me. Why in the shit am I dreaming of someone that I don't even know or even what he looks like. That's just too creepy. I groan looking at the time on my phone. "Fuck! Fuck! Shit!" I curse as I run around in a hurry to get ready for my appointment with my new client. Once I finish eating and brush my teeth. I finally finish putting on a little bit of make up, the bell of the little accommodation I am staying at, goes off. I quickly go to answer it. "Hello?" I say through the intercom with confusion lacing my voice. "Hi, is this Miss Nel?" A man asks. "Yes, yes it is. What can I help you with?" I ask. Wha? I am so confused as to why a random guy knows me... "I am here to pick you up for your appointment with Mr King." He states. That surname? I said it in my dream... that's fucked up.

I decide to go outside to talk to him, this intercom is not very clear. I lock up and make my way to him. When I reach him, he nervously rakes a hand through his dark brown hair. He is tall, maybe just under 6 foot. He is wearing a fitted navy suit that I just know is tailored. I'm not going to lie, the guy has a bit of muscle on him. I look up into his dark blue eyes before saying, "No worries about taking me there, I can get a cab you know-" he cuts me off before I can continue. "Yes, but Mr King had specific orders to fetch you, most of his psychologists got lost and ended up over an hour late for his appointments"

Oof...okay so, I guess I am going with. "Alright, thank you so much for the ride," I thank him with a warm smile. He returns a half one.

"Sooo, are you Mr Kings assistant orr?" I ask trying to make conversation. "No, I am his step brother" he lightly chuckles. Good to know.

The drive goes smoothly with Vitale, he gives me tips about Mr King to look out for. I get nervous the closer we get to wherever he stays. I wonder what job he does to have his brother live with him and have such an expensive car that I am in currently.

We carry on driving until we reach massive black iron gates. My eyes widen with wonder and awe when I see a massive mansion in front of me, beautifully painted white walls, windows that are so clean, you'd think that they are not there, and trimmed Rose bushes in the front. This place is gorgeous.

We park in front of the entrance of  two big oak doors, and the inside is just as squeaky clean as the outside, except there is gold trim where the roof and the walls meet. There are large abstract paintings on each wall and an entranceway with what looks like very expensive sculptures. This place would be paradise.

Okay okay, enough with the googly eyes. We are here for one reason.
I hear Latvia in my head again.

And what do you suppose that reason is you bitch? I'm a psychologist. I'm here to do my job Latvia.

Don't call me that. And no. Let's destroy him further than he already is. She smirks up at me. A tiny part of me likes the idea, but that's probably just from me forgetting to take my medication this morning. I will take them now with water.

I am lead by Vitale to a room. However, he used a key card to get in. It beeped green and the doors unlocked. Inside the room is a mini lounge-like set up. I walk inside and I am offered a seat. "Miss Nel, would you like some water?" I look at him and smile before replying, "That would be lovely, thank you." And with that he goes to leave the room.

A few minutes later he comes back with a glass of water and someone following behind him. I stand up to greet him. I instantly freeze. My body doesn't do anything, it feels as if it is a statue. It cannot be.
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Christopher POV:

Shit. It's her.

Hehe, you are fucked! Well-not by her yet. Damian smirks at me.

Shut up asshole. "Leave." I order Vitale dominantly, not breaking eye contact with her. We stand face to face, staring at each other for the longest moment. She looks like she is frozen in her spot. She hasn't moved a single bit since she has seen me.

It's because you scared her away on the plane 2 days ago you twat.
Damian says with a mischievous grin.

This makes me smirk. She at least remembers me. Good.

This is sure as fuck going to be interesting.
I see her looking behind me with a sympathetic look, I roll my eyes and start to slowly walk towards her. She is still frozen in place. Her face is red and something changes in the air once we are alone. There is more tension, but not the awkward kind, no, the sexual kind. I drag my fingers from one of her shoulders to the other, over the exposed skin that her top is not covering, while I circle her, taking her body in. She starts to shiver like crazy. I like this. She clears her throat nervously as I stand back in front of her.

She puts her hand out towards me. "Uh- uhm, sorry, Good morning Mr King, I am-" I cut her off immediately. "I know, Ms Nel." My mood changes immediately. I don't like greetings, especially touching people. "Sit." I demand, liking the fact that she does so immediately. So obedient. She's such a good girl.

My good girl. Damian nods in agreement, looking at her with lust.

Shut up, this is the first time you are speaking to her.
But not the first looking at her. She was mine the second I saw her. I was ready to spend months tracking her down to make her mine.

"So, i- if I could, I would like to start." She's nervous, wai- why is she blushing at me like that. Does she have a crush on me? I watch as she drags her eyes down my body as I sit down, relaxing back into the couch.

"Take a picture, Princess." I calmly tell her, keeping the smirk on my face when she clears her throat again.
This is going to be one tense session.

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