Twenty-Nine"Cheers to you Mel." Lucrecia raised her glass, quipping with excitement as the others joined her in the celebratory gesture of clinking glasses. They were having a girl's day out, just for a few hours in Snug, one of Hingham's precious bars to celebrate Melinda's twenty first birthday."Happy birthday baby sis." Sam winked."I basically got older today. Why the baby tag?" Melinda shot Samantha a look as she got her glass refilled."You're freaking twenty one. You're the youngest among us. No hard feelings." Lorren shrugged, winking in the like manner Sam did."I think we should do something more active than sitting pretty in an equally pretty bar." Sam suggested as she looked around. People that weren't drinking were dancing on the floor while extremely horny people were making out in the little 'private' corners they could find."We aren't just sitting. We are drinking. Who's she again?" Lois fired at Melinda."Samantha James. A good friend and ex colleague in Cock and B
Prologue "Godammit!" Melinda cursed under her breath as she picked up the noisy metal trays that crashed on the wooden floor, probably in a bid to reveal her plans to the entire sleeping household. It was just the break of dawn on a Saturday morning. A perfect morning for her escape. She had been serving the Wright's family for eight years, since she was rescued from the jaws of the street. She has always been a girl who loves freedom. Her first fight for freedom was against a very fetish group of kidnappers who captured her while she was 'free'. She had escaped through the back door of her family house just to go into the woods to play with her rabbit friends. Her freedom was snapped out of her fingers by those evil men. She was only eight years old then. Waiting for the ripe moment when she could attain the stage of becoming their sex slave, they held her captive for four years. But, the cunning beautiful freedom
ONE Wiping off beads of sweat and water with an angry swipe, Linda (Melinda) thrived with her fast jogging despite the down pour the heavens kept releasing on her. She was the only one jogging on the pedestrian walk, in one of the remote areas in Westwood,in the city of Boston. It was close to four months since her escape from the home of the Wrights. She had ended up in an abandoned old dilapidated building she found close to the woods. Her freedom was beautiful but it only deprived her of quality feeding. During her first month of her newly found freedom, she fed mainly on shrubs and veggies. The subsequent months saw her improving in the standard of her living. She had first of all gotten a job in a bar. She worked as a waitress in a small bar that has low customers before graduating to one of the most successful restaurants in the town, were she worked at shifts and was opportuned to have two days off during the week.It was on one
TWO "I hate you." These were the only words that Melinda could utter among other tirade of insults she had ranted off in her mind after Mr Alpha Male had dropped the bomb. He was seated in a reckless position, looking all calm and unperturbed as if what he had just said was the most natural thing to say while she was seated in a vividly uncomfortable manner, she had her legs clamped together, her hair damp from the rain fall."Clearly. If looks could kill I'd probably be dead by now." He replied cooly. His steel gaze left her thinking the same thing. "Except I am mad, but, did I just hear you say you want me to be your personal assistant in whatever shady business you're into, you want me to be your cook, you want me to live with you, you want me to quit my job, you want me to basically breath under your watch?" She asked, standing up, already calculating her moves to hit him or run."Well, you look sane even though your eyes look like they will pop out.
THREE"Did Ajax tell you all to be cold to me? I don't understand why I have been asking a simple question and you all will look at me like I have a frog in my mouth." Melinda said, wincing as the shaving blade touched her skin. She glared at the three unmaidly maids that had been pruning her hair. They were 'unmaidly' to her because they were not dressed as maids."Get her ready for waxing" The woman who seemed like their leader said before walking away."We do not speak of Ajax. He is a good man. Any questions you have should be directed to him." One of the maids who seemed friendly said." Erm mada..." Melinda started"Lucrecia" The friendly maid corrected."Okay. Lu, I just want to know if he is a prince.""Ask him yourself." The other replied coldly, talking through gritted teeth."Being too inquisitive will get you nowhere." Lucrecia said as she reached for Melinda's face to pluck her eye brows."But I don't even k
FOURFor someone who claimed he ran a drug cartel, Melinda expected his house to look like it. Portraits of gangsters, drug lords and funky musicians is what she expected as decorations in the entire building. Instead, what she saw was floral decorations, art works at every possible place, paintings, sculptures and a very large portrait of a half naked Ajax in the hallway.She looked around and saw everyone busy, carrying cartons, files, making calls, cleaning, reading papers. They where clad in pale yellow suits, royal blue suits, purple suits or black suit. The persons dressed in black suits were obviously body guards. She would find out what the other persons and their different suits signified. She recalled the maids were dressed in fitting dark green gowns. She looked at herself. She was dressed in a black flannel jump suit and black stilettos which surprisingly, she could walk in. She wondered what her job exactly would be. She approached the stairs
FIVEFor hours, Melinda stayed motionless on her king sized bed. It was hers now as the P.A of Reynolds' CEO. After seven hours of staying in Reynolds' magnificent building, she realized she wasn't supposed to be a cook. Infact, her job is one she would enjoy if she didn't hate and distrust Ajax so much. Her job was just to assist Ajax and follow him anywhere he goes. Ajax was only trying to pull her strings when he had mentioned the things she thought she would be doing now. She admired the bond among the workers. They saw one another as family. She made acquaintance with Owen, the security guard who had winked at her. He was the only cool security guard that smiled a lot, an interesting black guy who grew up in Queens.She also met Jerome, another security guard stationed at the second floor where her room was. He was the one who led her to her room and gave details on how life was in the Reynolds' building. Everyone loved what they do. "You don't stay
SIXIt was easy for Ajax to resist going to Melinda's room to query her right now that he was as exasperated as he was confused. He tossed on his bed as he pondered on what to do with her. He felt like he had made a mistake by acting on his instinct and the magnetic pull he felt the first day he laid his eyes on her. Melinda's distrust for him was not just glaring but jabbing at his ego. He had wanted to protect her, but quite frankly he had wanted to claim her like how a werewolf would want to claim his soul mate no matter what. Right now, his good but selfish intentions had backfired. Melinda must have sensed the magnetic pull between them but her distrust, fear and hate for him would be blocking its path. Taking away her freedom apparently was a dumb act on his part, but the instinct to claim, provide and protect had overwhelmed him. She was meant to be his. Ajax didn't need proof. The way his heart quickened when he thought of her, when she was in his sight was a perfect sign that