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Jennifer
Calm down, calm down, Jenny. He won’t hurt you, he is someone powerful, but he also seems a nice man. Why would he hurt a stranger in a lift? You didn’t do anything, right?
The lift chimed a ticking sound and slid the doors open, I internally thanked the Lord and let my adrenaline hormones dash me inside the lift. I made sure to stand at the corner and act composed from outside. As I forwarded my index finger to hit the ‘3’ button, our fingers collided. I immediately backed off as the spark circulated by the touch froze the blood in my veins. Relax, Jennifer.
My breath got shorter. I tried hard to distract myself from the intensity this man had brought in the lift. I kept circling my thumbs and entangled myself thinking about the night I had with my old friends, the last dinner in England before coming to Italy. That thought surely always brought a distraction to my anxiety.
I was so lost in admiring the moment that I didn’t heed a piercing gaze until the intensity blocked my chest. I tried to side-glance to my right to see if I was correct or delusional. The suited man’s lusciously golden yet inky eyes made me steal away my sight when I discerned he was actually staring at me. My body began to stiffen against his stare, and I was visibly uncomfortable.
I shut my eyes and prayed to God to make his ride end sooner and, after a minute of turmoil, the lift chimed again and I was the first person to leave the lift without noticing if it was the right floor or not. I jogged towards the ladies' restroom and stood before the sink and a mirror. My hands were grabbing the edges of the sink yet I was busy looking at my face and panting hard.
Why was that man staring at me?
He was scary, his death stare almost gave me a heart attack. I wasn’t worthy of his not demanding attention. I was someone who deserved to be away from such Richie-rich's sight, that man openly, shamelessly stared at me as if I was dressed like a whore in a nightclub.
That’s because he was horny and you seemed a tight chick to take down in that tiny elevator.
I didn’t like what my subconscious told me, but that sounded authentic enough to be true. Yes, such men only stare at women to satisfy themselves and I must look like nothing but a common tolerant walking whore.
It would be no shock if he would be standing behind me in the next ten seconds and ask to take him in. Again a stupid thought crossed over my head and made me shudder under my mercy. I hurriedly turned on the tap and splashed water on my face at least eight times or more. I kept on splashing water until his face was eradicated from my eyes and I was able to see reality.
No, he was not going to rape me. He won’t hurt me. I kept convincing myself because now, I was scared to get out of the restroom and go back to my friends. What if he would meet me again in that lift and this time he’d force me to do anything that I wouldn’t like? How would I protect myself then?
“No, he won’t!” I grumbled and slammed my hands on the sink while maintaining eye contact with myself through the mirror. I inhaled deeply and walked out of the restroom.
While heading towards the lift, I was busy thinking about my assignment I finished last night and I didn’t realise something was ahead of me until I bumped into it and I fell on the ground. I definitely hit a pole because the strike on my head was hard. My mind registered a crack and I was dead sure, I broke my phone’s screen because it was in my back pocket.
Fuck, no!
I was rubbing the temple of my forehead when I heard an intensely deep, smooth, rich tone of voice that dropped my stomach and made my legs feel like jelly. “Stai bene, piccola? (Are you alright, little one?)” He spoke in Italian that I failed to understand.
Before raising my head, I wished it wouldn’t be the same lift man, but to my worst luck, he was the same broad-chested man.
He extended his hand in an offer and I could notice how his tight-fitted biceps that were clutched with the suit jacket were moving with every movement he made. I must admit he was recklessly seductive, his face called out to me, but I couldn’t ignore the fact he looked much older than my age, maybe twice, as the maturity and age lines on his face made it clear.
But before I could really lose my mind in him, I was reminded of the ‘lift moment’ when my eyes got lost in his eyes. “I asked if you’re okay,” He asked firmly, stressing his words as if he got irritated. This man was intimidating me because I had lost the courage to use my tongue to reply to him.
Also, he recognised that I was stupid enough not to catch his Italian words.
“I—I’m—Alright,” I stuttered pathetically, avoiding eye contact while dusting off any particles on my t-shirt and jeans.
“Next time, try using your eyes, otherwise you can even jump off a cliff without realising it,” He schooled me, making me feel like a clumsy ass, though I was one, but no one ever pointed that out and humiliated me like that.
“I—I’m, s—s—sorry,” My heart didn’t take his insult in a good way.
“Whatever…” He mumbled. “There was a crack of something, doesn’t sound like a bone, check yourself,” He pointed towards my phone and I fetched it out from my back pocket only to find out it was a mess of broken glass. I frowned, looking at my wasted phone and thinking I had another extra expense to cover.
“Yeah, it’s my phone,” I whispered mutely, disappointed and not caring if he could hear me or not.
I sensed him moving and my eyes followed his movements, he was taking out something from his suit-jacket pocket. What was he planning to give me? Money? No!
“Here’s my card, take it and show it to any store, they will hand you any new phone of your liking for free,” he extended his official card, towards which I hesitated. I gulped down while thinking if I should accept his offer or not. It was not his fault that I broke my phone, I was clumsy and careless.
“Thank you but this is too much and it was not your fault but mine,” I replied to him and politely denied his offer, but I think he didn’t like my words. His eyes darkened and his jaw sharpened like a blazing knife—which didn’t miss out any chance not to cause me stress.
“I said take it. I’m not fond of repeating myself, little one,” He gritted, those eyes that felt normal once, now exhibiting harshness. I didn’t risk annoying him anymore, I took the card and decided to leave him alone. It would be my decision whether I would go to the store and use it or not—which I won’t because I never liked using people.
I took a step away from him and he blocked my way, scaring me even more. His eyes were stoned on me and I saw him sighing hard. I blinked twice to see if this was real or a dream, but it felt real. He felt close to my face but before he could reach my lips, I waived off the thought and ruined the moment, “Sir, I’m sorry for bumping into you. I was distracted, my mistake. I’ll be careful next time. Can I leave now?” I said blatantly, locking my eyes with his. I saw him gulping down a lump in his throat.
Whoa, was he nervous or did my imagination do the editing work?
“There will be no next time,” he replied in his darkish shade, once again making me feel like a whole packet of jello.
I couldn’t find words, I was so lost in his eyes that I forgot my whereabouts for a while. I didn’t understand what I should do next to make it all look justified. He was getting close to me.
“Jennifer?”
4Jennifer“Jennifer?” I heard my name and instantly averted my head from the tall man. Thank God, there was Andrea standing, absorbed, witnessing everything going on here.“Hey, ah, umm…” I stepped back and still couldn’t find perfect words to rectify the situation. Not wasting any second, I jogged towards her and we started going back to the lift.I sensed Andrea coming closer to my ear and whispered, “What was that?” She asked, cluelessly.“What?” I moved my mouth but didn’t voice the word.We walked inside the lift, “Everything that was going on there,” She stated. Once she observed he wasn’t behind us, her eyes holding sparks. I scoffed at her. The doors of the lift were about to close but a hand stopped them and that same anonymous man went in, making Andrea's eyes wide open. We stepped back and he went inside.&
5JenniferYesterday was strange. So many things happened and I couldn’t forget any of them, instead, they rewinded in my mind like a movie. from The moment when I entered the restaurant till the moment Andrea enlightened me he was a mafia leader—a dangerous, pathetic man who loved to kill people for fun—I quote such words for men who’re involved in the mafia.I hated controlling men. They never respected women and always treated them like an object. I still couldn't get over my grandmother’s story, her tale of assault. How can humans hurt other humans just to gain pleasure—what was pleasurable in inflicting yourself on a person or torturing them by any means? Grandma was brutally gang-raped and abused by a few drunkards in her youth. She explained how they captured her in a tunnel and fucked the life out of her and left her to bleed and die. I never had the courage to imagine her pain, it’s someth
6JenniferI reached the mall and went to the Apple store that was on the second floor. I went inside the store and was welcomed by a lady holding a clipboard, “Hello, miss, how may I help you today?” The Philippine lady asked me with a broad grin. I smiled back, my hands in my pockets and my eyes wandered.“I was looking for a used phone. Actually, mine got broken yesterday and now I want a normal phone for some time till I'll be able to buy a brand new one,” I told her, and she nodded, taking me to the ‘used-phone section’“Here’re some phones that you can check,” She showed me various devices and I was confused about which one I should be selecting for temporary use. She kept explaining to me their specifications, and I was holding two phones now. At least, I decided to go for an iPhone 7.“Here, you can pack this one,” I handed her the black device an
7Luciano“Non avresti dovuto ucciderlo, stava per sputare fuori dove si trovasse Jose, (You shouldn’t have killed him, he was about to spit out Jose’s whereabouts),” Nikola lashed out at me while rolling in circles, my eyes were stoned at him with fury.I tried my best not to punch him in the face, he never spared a chance to test my patience, his presence always disturbed me, although he came second after me in the sibling race,I never thought of allocating him my position once I died. I planned to pass down my legacy to our third heir; Massimo.I rolled my eyes over him and concentrated on the document displayed on my laptop. I had other important things to attend to than bearing the tantrums of a well-grown 31-year-old man.If I had followed his thinking pattern, I would have lost half of my control over the business that I had that day and also, in future, I’d make sure to keep ignorin
8*** Next Day In The Evening I was attending a conference meeting with my men. The marketing analysts were giving a presentation on our annual budget and its outcome while I was focusing hard. I was busy processing the details when my eyes shifted to Domenico as he took out his phone and then looked at me. I was curious to know if some of his men under him got any good news, informing him that they had successfully abducted my lady. I gulped down a lump in my throat at this thought. Domenico looked at me and lightly nodded his head, followed by a small smile, which was a sign. A positive one. Maybe he either got Jennifer or three men who tried to keep tabs on our ships. Yes, I got the name a few hours ago. I gave her friend’s details to my security men through the intern appointment list and asked them out to investigate her circle. They made a report and sent me. And from there I got to know Jennifer lived in southern Italy with that girl named Andrea Roman
9LucianoI reached the room and opened the door. Walking in, I heard a few feminine voices. I passed the corridor and walked to the bedside that was on my right, before stepping in there, I cleared my throat and enlightened them with my presence. Some hitched but all of them jogged out of the room in the next blink. The room was empty now and I walked in to see my lady laying on my bed, her limbs tied with ropes so hard that I could see slight marks around the clutched skin. Her legs spread for me and her creamy, flawlessly gorgeous skin in front of my gaze as she was naked before my eyes. Her pussy called out to me and I gulped, looking at the tightness it held as if nobody ever touched that stretch of forbidden land—not even herself. Instantly, I was convinced she was a virgin and I can’t describe the peace it brought within me. I walked near the footboard of the bed and took enough time to memorise each part of her body. My hands died for touching her and I cou
10I placed the bawl on the nightstand and mixed all of the oils together with instructions and gave it a light stir until it looked properly mixed. I dragged it to the bedside and hopped on the mattress, near Jennifer. She was in a sound sleep. I put the oil in my palm, rubbed it together and started giving her a massage on her feet. I took the right foot in my hand and pressed the sensitive spots to pleasure her and calm the racing blood in her veins. This massage also helps to circulate the flow of blood better. I spread my hands all over her legs, moving up to her belly and massaging her belly button with my thumb—that’s the second spot. My thumbs travelled upwards in the tapping motion and I reached beneath her tits. I saw her sighing deep in her sleep, moving her head to the other side and calming again. I took the remaining oil in my hand and started kneading her breasts. I felt like she faintly moaned unresponsively. I kept fondling her round, well-shaped brea
11JenniferIt felt like I was drowning in the tsunami of pain as the folds of my body could feel nothing but aches every inch. I tried to fight the battle that my inner body gave me, providing me with the most hateful experience of my life. “Oh, God, make it stop or I’ll die,” I prayed internally and tried to find a way to get out of it. Yes, there must be an escape route. I had to look for the hasty gusts of wind or else, I would disappear in the darkness of this absorbable suffering.“Open your eyes, Jenny. Come on, fight with your fears and come back to reality, open your eyes!” My spirit guide showed me a way but I felt bound.“I can’t, it’s too hard to escape the inevitable,” I whimpered, looking around and finding out any other way that could save me from the torment.“Nothing is impossible as long as you believe in i