Drawn to You

The devil wears black

Daemon

"Make this quick, I have the assistant coming in any minute now." I spoke into the phone with authority. Four years ago, my life changed in a matter of hours. A accident, leaving my father paralyzed from the waste down, opened a door I never thought would be opened. I went from the son of one of the most respected business men to exist, to the youngest business owner in all of Rosenwood. Only thing is, with the money fame a cost I never knew I had to pay: becoming one of the most feared mafia bosses of the modern day. I knew being the son of a mafia lord, one day his empire would be mine, but taking rule at only 18 was never something I had plan.

"Your father is requesting your presence." My best friend and right hand man, Marc, spoke.

"Tell him I'm too busy." I brushed off.

"Training your what, fourth assistant in a month? How many more people can you fire just to use that excuse and avoid Silas?" He laughed. "He's being very persistent. He said if you don't come by tonight, he will wheel his ass over to you."

"Tell him, without me everything will crumble. Because of me, his company is doing better than it's done in the last 10 years of him running it, and we've be able to become one of the most renowned, feared, and powerful mafia's to date. So I'll visit him, when I want to visit him!" I slammed the phone and hung up. 

Moment's later, a knock at the door occurred. "Mr. Black, sir, I have a Miss Celeste here for you." My front desk secretary, Michael, announced. I motioned for him to send her in. Normally, I never hire women to be my assistant, especially because they become my eyes and ears of the company.  When I travel, they follow. The essentially become my right hand, helping me run the company, the unofficial VP if you will. Women usually only work here because they want to sleep with the infamous Daemon Black. They're emotional. They tend to gossip. I can't have them slipping up on information, especially ones pertaining to the mafia. Last month, I found my assistant of six months was an informant trying to get private information on me for the Russian mafia. It was a pity to put a bullet in his skull, but I would do what ever it takes to stay on top. I need someone I can trust, I can't see that being a women. I'm truly taking a shot in the dark here.

Within seconds, I hear the clicking of heals on the ground. I brace myself for yet another, trashy, makeup caked women with an ego too big for the room to walk into the door, however the sight before me was truly a surprise.

"Celeste Luna," She looked down as if nervous to make eye contact with me. She looks up through long, thick eyelashes, "It's a pleasure to meet you." She stuck out her shaky hand for me to shake.

She was gorgeous to say the least. She dressed proper and concealed, but her voluptuous breast wasn't so easily hidden. She looked as if she wore little to no makeup, her creamy pale skin was radiant with natural beauty. Her long raven hair that stopped just above her bum, emerald green eyes that twinkle with innocence, full lips that were the perfect size for her face. Oh god, I managed to hire a fucking puppy.

"Look at me." I demanded. She raised her head and I got a better look at her face. "I'm fucked" I sigh raising my fingers to my temple.

"I'm sorry?" She asked

"I said 'I'm fucked.' I told Marc to hire someone with a spine and I have miss fresh out of high school standing in front of me." I scoffed.

"I'm actually twenty, sir." God the way she said sir went straight to my cock. She sounds so pure, so innocent, easily ready to be corrupted. I knew why Marc hired her, she's a walking wet dream. He was thinking with the interest of his dick rather than the interest of what's best for the sake of my business.