Brandon Stevens' Pauper Princess | Book I |

Prologue

{Teaser}

"For now let's not talk about him. I'm sure you're willing enough to ease the ache that has been bothering me for hours now." He murmured and I smelled the alcohol in his breath.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked nervously. His face was so close, now visible from the dim light of the lampshade.

"Oh, you know too well what I mean." He whispered and leaned even closer, his mouth brushed so lightly against mine. It wasn't entirely a kiss, just a teasing touch.

He looked surprisingly all messed up. His hair that was combed back neatly when I saw him in his office now unruly, the tie loosened, the well-ironed sleeves now creased with the top three buttons showing his masculine chest. And his eyes heavy-lidded.

He dragged me out of the bed. The blanket fell down our feet.

"I told you I'm not a prostitute!" I screamed desperately. I didn't know how he unlocked the door without making any sound at all. "Let go of me!" I struggled against him.

But my struggles went ignored. And he silenced me with his mouth.