Brandon Stevens, a business tycoon who owns the largest business empire in the country has the good looks, immeasurable wealth, and the rock hard body that could melt the hearts of any woman. Running his company in a territorial fashion and having a...
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[Hannah's POV]
"W-where are you taking me?" I asked Brandon as he drove his car. I wasn't particularly certain of our destination.
"My house," He replied tersely.
"But I have to speak to someone first." I began to protest, thinking about Mr. Collins. He might get worried.
I was now cozing up beneath his thick leather jacket he thoughtfully wrapped about me earlier. He's a man worth dying for. He's face the handsomest and his body rock hard.
"Who?" He turned to me with his eyebrows knitted together. A mixed expression of curiosity and vexation.
I'll punish you if you let someone else touch you. Even when nothing of that sort happened I decided not to tell him about Mr. Collins or he would not let the issue pass.
He turned his attention back on the road but he shifted on his seat anticipating my answer.
"My boss. He'll fire me because I left without formal leave of absence.We still have an hour before closing up." I lied. He appeared convinced, nodding.
Actually I wasn't too worried about losing the job because at this moment it felt like being with the man I loved was the most important thing in the world.
"I'm hiring you back as my sex slave. Apart from the house and your father's freedom I'll compensate you." He said coolly as though the proposition was amazing.
Well, it didn't sound amazing to me. It sounded arrogant like I was only after his money.
"So this is what it's all about?" His words pained me more than I expected. "I'm just a mere sex slave to you?" I forced as mile but I was bleeding inside.
"That's not what I meant." He denied and spared me a swift glance. I looked out of the window and watched the raindrops decreased together with the small hope that grew in me when he touched me earlier.
"Then what do you mean?" I said coldly feeling a painful lump in my throat forming. I blinked back my tears.
"I don't wanna take anything from you freely. Everything has a price for me Hannah."
"Well I'm not on the bargain! I don't need your money."
"Why are you becoming difficult now when you liked what we just did." He spat losing temper. He increased his speed.
"Yes, I liked it but I hate it when you make me feel like a hooker!" I thought he came after me because he missed me.
He stepped on the brake and the car halted abruptly. Thanks for the seatbelt that held me otherwise I would find myself bleeding again from another concussion.
