CeliaIt’s been two days of Alexander taking up every single one of my thoughts. I’ve been trying to avoid him, mostly because I was afraid he’d see the effect he had on me. His very presence sends waves of nervousness and arousal crashing into me, nearly drowning me each time those intense eyes locked on mine.I stood in the garden, the soft breeze rustling the leaves of the carefully pruned plants, my gaze fixed on the breathtaking view before me. The mansion was awfully quiet, unlike every other day with many activities going on.The servants seems to be on vacation as I woke up to none of them around, except for a few guards that were following me around like I was a freaking senator of a state.I’m being guarded under heavy and well-trained security and no one was saying anything to me.Octavia was hot on my tail and wasn’t giving me a breathing space and that suffocated me.I began walking around and could hear her footsteps right behind me. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pau
Celia “It’s time to let her go, Aron. Of what use is she to us in this house anyway? Your daughter Is a burden, and I’m sick of seeing her around.” I heard my stepmother’s voice loudly raging from the living room.“And if she leaves, who will bring in money for the house? I hope you are not expecting me to go out there and work.” My father fired back.“You cannot hide her from him forever. Give her up, or he will have your head.” She assured him. I sigh in frustration as their loud voice kept echoing through the thin walls of my bedroom.Death was better than the life I was being thrown into. I’ve always known that this day would come. I was made aware of my fate at a very young age, and I’ve been getting training from my stepmother about men and their sexual desires.I’ll be a sex slave to not only one man whose name I’ve come to detest but to any other man he wishes to share me with.I stared out of the small, grimy window of my bedroom, feeling the heaviness of my reality in my ch
Celia I snuck a look backward, half-expecting someone else to be there. "Wh—what?" The smile slipped from the man's face and his eyes hardened. He pushed his chair backwards with a loud creak, then walked towards me with a slow but steady precision and an air of authority. I looked up to stare into his eyes as I was several inches shorter than he was. I knew I was tall, but this man was way taller. Alexander Hamilton...I'd heard that name being thrown around by my parents a couple of times, times where I'd been privy to their private discussions. They usually metioned the Hamilton name with a mixture of revulsion and fear, as though they had a score to settle with him. I stood there, trembling, in the dimly lit office of the most powerful man in the city. My mind ran amok with equal shock and confusion, unable to fully process the magnitude of the situation that had unfolded on my eighteenth birthday. The guard's arrival at my father's house had torn apart the fragile illusion of
Celia"Yes, yes," the guard snapped at me. "If you'd please move this way, then?"I swallowed my retorts and followed the guards. As they led me away from Alexander Hamilton's office, my mind buzzed with a storm of fear and uncertainty. With each step, the weight of my impending fate pressed upon me, threatening to crush what was left of my hope.My heart pounded in my chest, and a knot tightened in the pit of my stomach. I was scared of my prospects; I couldn't live the rest of my life as a puppet for Alexander Hamilton!They led me to a door and one of the guards opened it, then ushered me in with a leer on his face. "Go in and wear anything you like, love." He said. I could hear the inflection of his voice, and the slightly provocative tone behind his words, and it made my skin crawl.I walked into the room. It was a small, private chamber, dimly lit with neon lights. I couldn't see much, but my eyes caught the rack of clothes in the corner and the floor-length mirror on claw legs d
Celia We both stared at each other for an insane amount of time. I'd never noticed just how deep his green eyes was, how it caught the moonlight at a beautiful angle. Suddenly all my problems were pushed to the back of my mind as I looked up at this man whom I hated with every heartbeat. His scent filled my nostrils—the clean scent of rain and an undertone of male cologne—every element of him taking over my common sense. Alexander, the man responsible for my near-tragic encounter, stood before me, his face filled with mild concern. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?" he asked. I took a moment to compose myself before answering. "I... I'm fine," I muttered, my voice quivering. My whole body was still trembling from the shock, but with his hands around me, the tremors finally subsided. I looked at him, taking in his handsome features, and the anger within me swelled like a tempest. This man had traded me like a simple commodity, had watched me dance half-naked on a stage, and had
AlexanderI had all the money I needed in the world and all the women around me were dying to be in my bed, but here I was being helpless about one woman as I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.My mind was clouded with Celia Weaver, the little innocent girl who captured my heart the very moment she walked through the doors of my studies. Her raven black hair fell over her shoulders in messy waves, framing an oval face with delicate features. Her skin was creamy, almost translucent. It made me want to leave my mark all over her.She was different. Nothing like any woman I’ve seen before. Usually, they trembled in my presence with fear. You needed to be extremely bold to stand before me and utter a word, but this one, the little girl whose ice-blue eyes almost froze me to death, was a rebel.I could still picture the image of her whining her waist like a pro on the stage that night, and how the men there looked at her delicate soft curves with lust and desire. I had felt like rippi
Celia I woke up in a strange bedroom and on a strange bed for the first time in my life. I wasn’t fully awake, but I could feel the silky sheet, as opposed to the ridiculously cotton sheets in my room back home. The guest room was huge and luxurious, but it was sparse too, and I got the feeling it wasn’t used very often. All I could smell was him. His scent hung in the air. It was infused into my skin, my towel, my sheets. Scenes from the previous night came back in pieces the more I wake up. ‘I had my bath and was about getting into my night wear when I heard a soft knock on the door. Alexander had come in to talk to me. He kissed me. Then he fell on his knees in front of me and… He pried my legs apart and buried his face in between my thighs, lapping up my juice. My fingers were tangled into his slick hair and his hands gripped my ass as he held me closer to his face licking me up with a punishing pace. More and more of my juices leaked out of me when he twisted his tongu
AlexanderThe Oasis Nightclub, a glittering gem stood at the heart of New York City. My armored SUV pulled up into the building and I stepped out like the fucking king I am.I straightened my black suit as I took in the glorious view. I was proud of the empire I had built.I adjusted my suit, “No one is allowed into my office, except by my command.” I instructed my guards.They bowed their heads and I made my way into the building. I had one of the mole’s hands cut off to send a message to whoever stood as a threat to my rule and the rest of them are still locked underground.My family ran the Oasis nightclub and many other underground businesses for years. When my father got shot before my very eyes in what seemed to be a carefully planned assassination, at thirty years old, I became the youngest person to ever hold that position as head and I’ve had to fight like hell to prove myself a worthy leader. A powerful leader. A feared leader…I cleaned the system mercilessly, and got rid o