Immortal Beauty

Marriage?

The building is big.... I stand in front of Mr.Strorms business building in nyc. Quite amazing. The way it is built gives off the Victorian Era architecture feel but still very modern. It looks black. Like this man's soul. Like oh my god! Was there any neeeedd to blackmail me? I look down to see myself wear an elegant red dress and some velvet heels. They say that red is a sex color. Brings out the want in people. If I am going to be able to get through this I need any little support.
The inside is metallic.  Silver looking, a lot of light and a lot of people. They hurry everywhere with stacks of paper.
This all reminds me of the hierarchy system that spreads like a Web. Ending all the little string in the perfect middle. The middle being Mr. Strorm. That spider monkey bastard!
I was to the reception only to be stopped by a young woman in her twenties.
"Hello, are you miss Joy by any chance?"
She says, clearly confident that I in fact am Joy.
I just nod.
"Please come with me."
And just do I take my steps right behind her. Heels making my favourite clicking noise. The girl isn't confident, her heels don't click and her file is close to her chest. Maybe she is new.
Taking our elevator up I ask.
"You're new?"
She looks surprised for a moment and nods her head a little to forcefully
"Is it that obvious?"
She says giving me a warm smile.
"Is had my guesses... you are quite young to be working here. You must be a hard worker"
It's rare for someone so young to be working for such a big company.
"Thank you! I am not as hard working as you, you already own one of the biggest law firms in the world!"
Her eyes are  sparkling. I guess I have a fan?
She then continues.
"You and Mr.Strorm get along very well then? Since he is almost the same age"
Giving me her angelic smile. Wow, so.. Joly.
"How old is Mr.Strorm?" I give her my smile too.
"Twenty-five, I think?"
He didn't seem older than that physically but that's quite amazing.
Ding.
Doors open to the top floor, hundred.
This is a long hallway with dark rich green walls and dark brown floors.
At the end a black door is shown locating the black double doors at the end of the hall we start walking.
With each step my nervousness increases.. why meee. .
The young women knocks gently on the door and says,
"Mr. Strorm, miss Eileen Joy is here to see you"
She just gave me a thumbs up and went back to the elevator.
Leaving me behind.
The slightly heard steps are heard and the door then begins to open. Revealing no other than Mr. Strorm.
"Come in"
His words are cold like always but nothing compared to his eyes. He turns around into the office and my feet go right behind him.

Letting myself in, I am revealed to the same green walls and the furniture dark brown..... What a imagination he has.. The elegant desk in which he sits behind is illuminated by the enormous Victorian window behind him. 

I walk up to the desk, not taking a seat which looks incredibly uncomfortable compared to his leather one. Placing my hands on his desk and leaning closer to him I ask, "How do you know?"

"I have my ways" 

He states, placing the file on the desk and looks into my eyes. Cold, as always; piercing at first glance. Taking a deep sigh the file is shoved into my face and Strorm says, "Sign"

Taking the file I open it and to my surprise in big bolf letter is states, 

"MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE" 

WHAT THE FUCK? I am blackmailed into marriage? what is this even supposed to be? a smile gently creeped onto my face ready to murder. "Mr. Strorm what is the meaning of this?" Like the previous time he looked at me like I was an imbicile, "A marriage file Ms. Joy, it says right on the tittle" 

I swear I feel my twitching like crazy, his lips gently came into a smirk. Clearly he is enjoying this. 

"Ms. Joy, what is the matter? I can state that I am not interested in a relationship with you but this is for my security. As you can tell I need you for business and it would seem strange to my nemesis that I am close with the CEO of the most famous law firm without a reason or plan, while having a marriage will perfectly explain everything. Please don't flatter yourself." 

Still containing that smirk, "Miss Joy, boucher" 

Fuck this man.... like seriously.. I just take out my pen and sign the contract. 

"Done," I sigh and look at what else this youngster wants. He just looks up and his eyes wonder around me, every inch... I feel, exposed... I don't like it. 

"Alright then Joy, go to my house and we will go at night." 

whatever, there is no use in struggle, for now. I just start making my way to the door, with each step I get calmer and calmer and then, "By the way, joy, please refrain yourself from wearing such exposive clothing. I don't want my wife looking like an excort, plus, you are quite old for such.. things."

A HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DEGREE TURN! I do not look like an escort! And age does not have anything to do on what to wear! Watching my every move is Strorm, and I just start walking to him, fast. Now standing by his left I turn his chair to his surprise and bend down, staring into his cold eyes. 

"Listen here, youngster. To me you are a child, an enfant who knows nothing of pain. So watch your godamn manners. Your wife will wear what she wants, whenever she wants. So show respect because when you die I will spit on your grave" 

His face got the smallest tension and no words, just silence. Standing up I just start walking back, nothing else is needed to say. If he truly needs me he won't contact the boucher for that so I am okay but I am playing with fire. It's fun in a way. Almost reaching the door 

'Slam' and the next I know is that there are two pairs of cold eyes staring at me and a cold wall behind my back. His cold eyes staring at me from above chaining me in place while his hand also help. One holding my hands the other my face. I try to move the the door by me quickly but his body was firmly pressed against mine. "Joy, you are now mine. Until you have the 'pleasure' of spitting on my grave I will make it clear that you belong to me, so don't disprespect me. I don't care who or how old you are. I own you" with the last fraze his face came closer and closer until our faces were almost touching. Until he quickly let me go, as quickly as he came, returning right back to his desk. Reading. Astonishing, I would really like to see. Where will this story lead, I mean, I was always the observer. I guess I got to go into the game, for once. I just start taking my steps out, no more is needed to hear. Except maybe 

"I'll see you at our house, Strorm. not yours"