The Chains: Temptations

25 - Arlo Davis

Also a PSA! I will be changing "Madelyn's"(the FMC)  into the name into "Mara". Simply because I don't like the name Madelyn anymore and it doesn't fit the story. And to note that the previous chapters have been altered, so RIP Mads x

NICO

Funny how the woman I wanted to avoid four days ago was standing right in front of me glaring her big soft green eyes at me cause I willingly asked her to and now I've made a deal with the devil.

Fuck sakes.

I should have never done that. Lose myself like that. God. It was a mistake.

The other day. Throwing her over my knee, marking my hand print on her ass cheeks, shoving a fucking ice cube in her clit, and hearing her mellow moans in my ears.

All because I couldn't control myself over her showing some damn skin. Now I can't stop thinking about it, especially when she was right in front of me forty minutes ago.

I adjust myself in my seat of my office room to somewhat stop my hard-on from hardening.

Apparently me even thinking of her in a bikini or showing any skin gets me excited.

I hate it.

I fucking hate her.

I hate her for doing this to me.

It isn't like me to act this irrational. I blame her, for it all.

Shit, she's getting irritating—a little nuisance that had slithered beneath my skin. She was just suppose to be my house keeper, nothing more, and now I've decided that she's going to carry out a job for me.

After this shit there won't be anything more.

These past four days I've been visiting the warehouse, checking new firearm and drug shipment.

Anywhere else but here, where she fucking was.

Not until I realised she could actually be useful to me. I've accepted that Mara may not be a foe but there's still something up with her.

I ran a hand across my face, poured whiskey into the tumbler glass that sat on my desk ready for me to fill up at any inconvenience.

Downed it in a blink, an attempt to wash the thoughts down as well.

There goes my streak of being clean, only lasted a week just so I don't relapse again. One thing that Mara is doing good to me is keeping me away from coke because I'm too busy with her to even get my nose stuffed with cocaine.

I open my drawer that's scattered with paper junk, I get a hold of the ear piece, change into my black dress shirt, and made my way out of my office.

I make it to the living and stop in my tracks to see Mara sitting on the couch, her body covered in a mini, nude ruffled dress that looks like she's fucking naked as it's molded into her skin as it outlines every curve of her body.

Fuck—don't even fucking think about it—fuck's sake, now I'm thinking about how I could flip her over my knee like a flip of a switch, just like how I did the other day...

"I just need to get these heels on, Zina told me they'd look good when she took me to the mall." She says ever so airily as she tries to get her matching nude heel on her foot.

Fuck you Zina.

"Hurry up. I don't have fucking time for you to be giggling the fuck about." Keep it cold Nico. That's it, it would keep her in her place.

She's fucking irritating. What has she got to be in a positive mood living in a world like this one?

"I'll take my time, thank you very much-"