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"Welcome home, Master Robert,"
Elijah greeted me with a polite bow as I stepped into my sprawling LA mansion.
He deftly took my coat, his gloved hands brushing away the faintest trace of lint, and handed me a steaming cup of coffee.
The rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso wafted upward, cutting through the faint scent of the villa's jasmine-infused air.
I took a sip as I strolled through the sleek, modern corridors of the house, appreciating its quiet luxury.
For the first day, things had gone surprisingly smoothly, and as expected, Los Angeles already felt like a city teeming with stories—a goldmine for any TV show worth its salt.
As I pushed open the bathroom door, warm steam billowed out, clinging to my skin.
Through the fogged glass of the shower, I could make out the silhouette of a figure, her outline softened by the mist.
The translucent barrier gave only hints of the curves of her body, blurred yet undeniably enticing.
I let the coffee cup rest on the counter and quickly slipped out of my clothes, leaving them in a casual pile on the floor.
The sound of water cascading down echoed in the room as I stepped into the shower, the hot spray enveloping me.
My hands found her waist, her skin slick and warm beneath my touch. She startled slightly before leaning into me, her long blond hair plastered against her back, damp from the water.
Drawing closer, I pressed my lips against the nape of her neck, letting the moment linger.
Her hair smelled faintly of lavender, mingling with the clean scent of soap and steam. I let my hands trace the curve of her sides as the water poured over us.
"How's being a cop? Chole?" I asked as I turned her around.
"Not as much fun as I expected." She moaned as my hands slowly tricked down her thighs.
I raised her in the air and pressed her against the wall and bit her down, her fingers gripping my hair as I dwelled right into it.
Chloe Decker first made her mark in Hollywood with a role in High School Hot Tub, where she played the typical "mean girl." It wasn't a major role, but it was enough to get her noticed.
Her popularity grew quickly, and she was poised for bigger things. But as is often the case in LA, the bright lights and glitz of fame led her down a darker path.
The city's party scene, full of excess and temptation, pulled her in, and soon she found herself tangled in drugs and late-night benders.
When the scandal finally broke, Chloe was one of several young actors caught up in the mess. The media had a field day, and the public turned on her.
I'd heard whispers that her mother–desperate to save her—sucked every cock she could to get Chloe off with minimal damage. But no matter what she tried, Chloe's once-promising career was shattered beyond repair.
Despite everything, Chloe wasn't ready to give up on a meaningful life. With her acting career in tatters, she decided to pursue a different path—one she thought would give her a sense of purpose.
Her father had been a respected cop, and she'd always looked up to him, especially after his death when she was young. She figured joining the force might be her redemption.
However, in a city like LA, someone with her history—someone tangled in scandal and addiction—didn't exactly scream "ideal candidate" for a police officer. It was clear she needed a leg up, someone to vouch for her and help her navigate the system. And that's where I came in.
I needed someone with inside access to the LA Police Department, and someone like her—someone dealing with unresolved issues surrounding her late father Aka Daddy Issues and drug addiction—seemed like the perfect fit for the job.
I didn't have to put in much effort to convince her; the opportunity, combined with the promise of a few hundred grand was enough to make her my bitch.
"You are such a bad girl, Chloe." I said as she knelt down on the bed. "Having sex with a minor is a crime, yet here you are so willing to do it as a cop."
The spongy handcuffs had been tied strongly against her hands to her back, as she bobbed her head back and forth.
To be honest, I can sense the faintest hint of something creeping up on me now and then.
My eyes starting to wander towards small holes almost involuntarily.
I can feel the unease building, and I know that if I don't address it soon, this subtle problem could spiral into something far more dangerous. I need to take control before it begins to tarnish the reputation I've worked so hard to build.
I can't let Vought get a leash over me.
I thrust my hips back and forth as Chloe's eyes began to roll back, saliva dripping from her tongue as her knees slowly gave in as I finished inside her.
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Chloe was still naked and asleep in the bed as I walked out of the room, super stamina had left her a mess.
"Master Robert." Elijah presented a cup of coffee with an extremely straight face. "Seems you cherished last night's endeavor."
I rolled my eyes at his words as I took a sip of the perfect blend coffee, even though he doesn't show it, I know for sure, he's uncomfortable with me spending my nights with Chloe but my sex life was not something I wanted to discuss with him.
"Good thing, you at least don't share your father's preferences." He said nonchalantly as I raised brows at my chance to tease him back.
"Why you have problems with gay people now, Elijah?" I asked with a tone of amusement.
He sharply turned away, avoiding my question.
"I found the one you were looking for sir." He mentioned after a long pause as I placed the empty cup on the table.
He pulled out a document from his inner pocket and passed it to me.
"Jessica Bradley." He said as I opened the document to reveal a picture of a young black girl. "Aka Sister Sage."
I smiled as I read through her document.
"You know what to do, Elijah." I said as I leaned back on the chair.
"Teenage Knix, sir?"
"Teenage Knix." I nodded.
Time to buy a few super kids.
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[A/N: (╥﹏╥) Sorry I left.
(TT)(TT) More sorry I'm not totally back.]
[Ed/N: He's kidding, he's not even a bit sorry.]
[A/N: ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯ Yes, I'm not.]
