Falling

Prologue

Absolutely infuriating. I've never met someone more infuriating in my entire life than Dante Brown. His existence in this world has not only ruined my life, but absolutely destroyed it.

He sat there across from me, with a sly smirk on his face. I felt my blood boil. Felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I met his cold hard stare. My heart started to race as I felt the slight pull of anxiety start to develop deep in my chest.

I wondered what it'd be like to just rip that smirk off his face with my bare hands, feel his composure drop, his guard fall, and his life crumble. He was the reason for my demise. He was the reason for my life's tragic turn of events.

And to top it all off? He was fucking drop dead gorgeous. As he sat there, studying me with those piercing green eyes and that fucking smirk, all I could think about was the fact he was going to get away with this. He was going to fully get away because he was a goddamn beautiful, panty dropping, bastard. And I was going to fall. Fall so deep, that there was no chance of return. No chance of finding a ladder up.

"I'll take the deal" I spit out through clenched teeth.

I couldn't believe this was happening. That this was my life. I could already see the smirk turning into a full blown victory smile on that devil of a face. He looked satisfied... and for that I wanted nothing more than to get up, run out and never look back. But this was life now.    

"Drop the smirk Brown. I've agreed to the deal, now what the fuck do you want from me" I seethed. Please make this quick. I want to go home, crawl in bed and forget everything. "Relax angel, we've only just started" the devil spoke.

He had amusement written all over his face.

I wanted to cry. Curl up and cry. The one night I decided to go out. The one night I decided to get away from everything. I stumble into the wrong bar. Enter the wrong bathroom, at the wrong time. And now my life? Over. Completely over.

Because I just signed my life away to the devil. The devil known as Dante Brown. The sick billionaire bastard who had more connections than the deep roots of an old tree. He had seen me there. Had looked up just as I watched him bash in the face of what appeared to be a young innocent man. And because of that scene, I was dragged into this unknown mysterious life of Dante Brown.

"We'll start easy" he slowly started "I'm going to take you home. You're going to go to sleep. Forget everything you saw but remember one thing. Our sweet deal" he finished with a small satisfied smile. I felt my stomach turn, my heart pick up.

"I already promised I wouldn't spill. I signed the deal. What more could you possibly ask of me" I pleaded. I was getting desperate. I wanted so badly just to forget this night ever happened.

He suddenly stood up. Chair screeching as he stretched into his tall intimidating height. He cleared his throat and started around the table towards my trembling form. As he neared, I thought I was actually going to pass out. He scared me. So deeply he scared me. But I'd never admit that aloud.

Leaning down to my height, so close I could feel the heat of his body and see the depths of his eyes. He spoke with finality "I want nothing more than to forget you exist miss Rhodes... but unfortunately I can not. So what I ask of you, is to cooperate. Be a good little girl and follow the deal" , am I breathing?

He was so close.

I could smell the tinge of alcohol on his breath as he spoke. The sweat started to build at the apex of my forehead. And because I was lost for words, all I could do was shake my head.

He smirked and leaned back, as if satisfied with my terrified response. "Good. I'll see that Rodney gets you home safe. Remember the deal Amelia, sleep on it. We will be in touch soon enough" he spoke as he gathered his composer. He straightened out, buttoning his suit, and headed for the door behind him, what could only have been a bodyguard of sorts. Reaching the door he turned his head slightly, keeping his eyes trained to the ground, his side profile aimed in my direction.

"Remember what I am capable of Amelia Rhodes. And don't you dare forget it." He spit out, and then he was gone.

And as the door shut, I felt the last strand of my composure crumble as well.

I jerked forward in my chair, letting the anxiety chew away at me, and expelled whatever was left in my stomach. I felt the tears break through and I let myself crumble in the small dark room as Rodney sat in the corner head bent, waiting to take me home.

I officially signed my life away, and now I was left with a gaping hole in my stomach at the thought of it.

I hate Dante Brown.