Crossing The Devils Path

prologue

I was known as "The Richard Carlson" because I was known for doing the impossible and unimaginable .But the woman lying on my bed proved to be my worst mistake ever.

When I brought her here, all I was thinking was how would I use her to my optimum advantage . Damn it! What was I thinking when I decided she would be perfect - unknown to my world and a prostitute finding escape . All this while, I had been wrong; when my men searched her bag they found an id card and a spy cam which had fortunately broken while she was running. Her id said she was an indian reporter and her being dressed like a prostitute would only mean that she was on a sting operation.

But all this was too messed up to be sorted now. I would have to think of a plan to send her back without her suspecting anything and knwoning the fact that I had actually kidnapped her and not saved her. To top all these problems was my tyrant father who would kill me if he knew of my mistake . I had already called and informed him abt her and he seemed delighted with me. He would be here any minute.

Even though I was surrounded by all these problems the woman sleeping peacefully on my bed was quite a view to be seen. The low neck blouse and her low waist sari I guess thats what they called it in India, seemed to be a mismatch with her body. They seemed out of place and instead of making her look vulgar it made her look pretty in a wierd sort of way. She could definitely make a man pounce on her without thinking.

Yes that were my thoughts what all could I do to her...
And now only time would show what was in store for the woman sleeping on my bed . But one thought refused to leave my mind.... maybe just maybe I wanted to be on top of her right now, on my bed , while she squirmed with pleasure beneath me.