Heart of Pains

Chapter Twenty-one

Hannah:

Why did he say that?

God, don't think about it, Hannah. Just forget about it. You're not going to claim anybody. Wait, I can find a new submissive, someone who is ready to follow the damn rules. Yes, that's what I'm going to do. I might as well get to it, right? I need to kill this urge before it gets out of hand.

I moved downstairs and went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for myself. When it was done, I took it to the table and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I dialed a familiar number and brought it to my ear, waiting for someone to pick it up. Thankfully, it wasn't long before someone did.

"It's the queen. I need a new submissive," I said with authority into my phone. "Description: tall, fair skin or black, nice eye and hair color, and ready to follow the rules."

"When do you expect the package, my queen?" the person on the line asked.

"I need it today. I'm taking a trip to the club to watch the strippers, strip" I said.

"Okay, my queen," the other person replied before I ended the call.

They understood my message, but I know they don't fully grasp it. I'll explain later.

I need to get some work done and prepare for tonight because I need to get Damien out of my mind. So, I dialed Owen's number and waited for him to pick me up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Owen, how are you doing, bro?" I said over the phone while going to my bedroom with a mug full of coffee.

"I'm guessing you want something, Han, so why don't you just say it, already?" he asked snarkily. I could hear the keys on his laptop clicking on the other end. He must be working on something.

"I'm going to go watch Strippers tonight at ten. Are you up for it?" I asked.

"Sure, Hannah. I'm ready to be dominated by you," he teased.

I snickered at Owen's reply and smirked to myself.

"Be careful what you say, Owen. I might just take you up on your offer. But be ready by nine; I'm expecting a package before we go," I said.

"All right, see you soon," he replied.

"Bye." I ended the call.

I entered my room and sat on my work chair to start working. I dealt with the folders and files that needed my attention, which took four hours of my time. God, I really hate paperwork. I need to employ someone for that.

The underground does not need me sifting through paperwork. A single letter and a phone call will tell me everything I need to know and the decisions I need to make. But those companies always have paperwork, even when I have so many CEOs and CFOs working for me. I need to order Owen to hire someone perfect for the job.

So I called him again.

"Hey, Owen, I'm sorry to bother you again, but please send someone over to pick up the script," I said.

"Okay, ma," he replied.

"Thanks." I ended the call.

I decided to go shopping, but then I changed my mind when I opened my closet and saw tons of clothes that had never been worn before or had only been worn once. I picked out a dress for tonight with a mask. I went with red because it always fits my skin. I don't know, but I like to dress in a way that makes me feel sexy, alluring, and unapproachable.

When I was done, I went downstairs. Luckily, Damien was nowhere to be found. I changed the TV from a sports match to a business channel. I listened to it for 30 minutes before choosing a random channel. It happened to be showing Aquaman with Jason Momoa. Man, that guy is hot. His green eyes are so damn beautiful. I envy that Amber Heard lady who gets to kiss him.

I love watching movies, so when I was done with Aquaman, I moved on to Love and Drugs. Thank God for Netflix. They really know how to confuse me. Every movie looks enticing to watch.

Of course, Damien shows up behind me, disturbing my peace and quiet.

"I'm sorry, Hannah, that's not what I meant earlier. Just let me explain," he said. What should I do to make Damien back off?

"You really must think I'm a fool, huh?" I said, turning around to look at him. Big mistake, Hannah.

The freaking motherfucker is shirtless, showcasing his ripped abs and gray sweatpants hanging off his slim hips. I gawked at him unashamed.

"He's mine," my subconscious says, but I was too far gone to understand.

God, this dude is yummy. My eyes traveled slowly from his face to his bare chest, studying the curves and structure of his fine body. God, I feel so damn hot. I stood up from the chair and walked over to him, a smirk growing on my lips.