Love, Guns, War

The Interview

Flashback;

"Kourtney, I'm only telling you this because I love you. Don't go to that interview," My best friend Rylee begged as we walked down the New York streets. "You can ask people anywhere and they will tell you the same thing. That man is crazy as hell."

"Well I don't care what people say because they have never worked for him. He may seem stern and demanding in magazines but he could be a really nice guy." She stopped and turned to me.

"I don't what's gotten into you but you can perfectly see that he is crazy." We turned the corner as I walked her into her apartment building.

"Well this is my only chance at a job and if you don't support me then I guess I can find a new best friend." I smiled at her as she knew I was kidding.

"OK. I was kinda getting sick of you anyway," I laughed, " But listen to me. If anything happens I will be at your grave with flowers saying I told you so." She smiled as she reached over and kissed my cheek before hugging me.

"Well that won't happen. I love you. See you later." She said her goodbyes before I turned around to say something else. "Oh, by the way. I'm going to that interview tomorrow." I laughed before making my way to my loft and pulling my hair down and going to sleep.

End of flashback;

I should have just listened to Rylee because now I'm in a situation I don't think I can get myself out of.

I was in a tall office building owned by the devil himself. But he was a cute devil. Cristiano Renaldo was a tall, fit, sexy, blue eyed devil. He was stern and demanding like everyone had said. He was slowly walking around his office telling me things I could do, and I couldn't. I'm not one to take orders from a person I had just met but he was pretty scary.

"Ms. Smith, are you listening?" His thick Italian accent knocked me out of my thoughts.

'Y-yes. I am listening." I straightened my pencil skirt and halter top and shifted in my chair. He watched my body sternly as I fixed my clothes. He slowly walked over to my chair and bent down to my level.

"Good because I would hate to have to slit a a neck as pretty as yours." His guards laughed at the door as he rubbed his hands across my neck. I flinched because i hate people touching me. "Back to what I was saying. I do not want to contacting anyone outside of this office unless it is me, or the guards." He pointed a finger in the way the guards were standing as I turned my head and looked at the humongous men with to little shirts on. They both gave me lustful looks just like their boss.

"What? That's not right! I have a life outside of this office and you can't tell me how to live it!" His eyes got dark as he walked over to me.

"Chris, Betino. Out." The guards quickly opened the wooden doors and shut them behind themselves. He grabbed my arms and jerked my body from the chair and pushed me against the light blue walls of his office. "I will not take orders from a woman. Especially one as small as you. You don't know me sweetheart and I guarantee that you don't want to know me when I'm angry. I will kill you and everyone that is important in your life." He had his large hand around my petite neck. He let me go and rubbed my face before turning and sitting at his desk as if nothing happened. "Where is your phone?"

I had always kept my phone in my breast even though people say it can cause breast cancer. I've been doing it so long it's a habit. "In my possession. Why?" I knew I shouldn't be testing him after what just happened but I can't stand controlling people. He looked at me for a long while before standing up and walking over to me. "Like I said before Ms. Smith, I will kill everyone you know, and love. Maybe starting with you best friend Rylee Jackson who lives in Moby apartment complex, door number 432, birthday October 8 1992, reason for coming to New Your was to get away from her past. Her past where her dad raped and beat her until she was the age of 16 when she finally ran away. Now I know you wouldn't want that to happen so where the FUCK IS YOUR PHONE."

I looked at him, scared for my life and Rylee's. He was inches away from me now and our noses where almost touching. I slowly lifted my hand and reached into my halter top to get my phone. He grabbed my hand before I could fully reach into my bra and get it. He smiled wickedly before taking his filthy hand and putting it down my shirt. He grabbed my right boob and gave it a hard squeeze before rubbing my nipple. I tried hard not to moan but it escaped my lips. he smiled, pleased before doing it to the other. As evil and wicked as he was he sue knew how to please a girl.

"You like that don't you Ms. Smith." I nodded my head as he picked me up and placed me on his desk. He still had his left hand down my shirt as he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back roughly as he put his lips to mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I felt good all over and I didn't want him to stop.

"Don't stop, aah, please don't stop." I grabbed his collar as his hand made its way in between my legs and up tp my Lady. He massaged my wet spot at first before moving my green lace underwear out of the way and putting two fingers inside of me. I moaned in pleasure as he chuckled lightly.

"You see Ms, Smith, if your a good girl and you follow my rules you will be rewarded in this way." He kissed up and down my neck before taking his fingers out of me and sucking them. He stopped all of a sudden and I was confused. He stepped away from me with my phone in his hand. "Get yourself together and get off of my desk. Now, I think you should be getting home because you have a long day ahead of you Ms. Smith. I enjoyed this interview as I see you did too." He looked me up and as I fixed my skirt and buttoned my shirt back up again. "I will have Chris and Benito take you home safely. Goodnight Bella." He walked over to me and kissed my lips and winked before walking to the door and walking me out.

All the way home his guards were looking at me while speaking in Italian laughing.

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Iyana