Started- September 2019
Competed - October 2022
Oh I didn't know it would be this big. Looking out the window from the uber I that stop at the gate with a few guards standing in front of it. I got out the car thanking the driver and getting on my phone making sure I gave the nice old man a five star he was really friendly, by the way. Putting my phone in my pocket while I held my resume tight I walk up towards the two man that stood by the gate. One on the left move up meeting me holding his hand out, I gave him my paper assuming he's looking over it since he held the paper in his eye view. He looks at the other man who was on the right and nodded his head, his partner put some type of pin which cause the gates to open. My resume was gladly handed back to me as the man who held it started walking in and motion me to follow. Looking around I watch some of the gardeners tending to the front yard some maids was around picking flowers as well. A small smile crossed my lips as I continue to scan the seancery, this place seems perfect to work in very peaceful and pretty who knew a CEO of a company would have such a pretty place to stay in you would think he would be a female.
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"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk.
"Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave.
"No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya."
He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love.
"You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving.
"The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine.
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Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster.
His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on.
He was my husband and I was his precious doll.