Frema Turning the sign of the restaurant to closed, I couldn't help but sigh in relief. "Let's go, Riley, I could really use some sleep right now." I said, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache kicking in."You're such a fucking sloth sometimes," Riley grunted, and I ignored her, heading for my BMW.Feeling tired, I tossed the key to my best friend, flashing her an apologetic smile as she glared at me. Soon enough, she got to her house and I had to drive my lazy butt home."I don't get you sometimes, bitch," Riley started and I raised a brow. "Your dad owns a fucking company earning over millions in one fucking month, and your mom runs half of their parents' company. How the hell are you working?" She asked for probably the hundredth time and I groaned."Can we talk about this tomorrow? I need sleep like a baby needs her lollipop." I said, opening the door and signalling her to get out. She rolled her eyes at me and got out anyway, swaying her thin hips just too spite me.I chuc

FremaHe was looking over at us like we were fresh meat. It freaked me out but I maintained eye contact. Willing myself not to chicken out. Arsen stared directly at him too, as confused as I was. How can a person have so much hatred in his eyes?Suddenly, he stood up abruptly and hastily left the restaurant. I looked over to Liam. He avoided my gaze and wrote a cheque for the meal, sliding it on the table."Liam.." I started.He finally looked at me and gave a half assed smile, leaving the restaurant as well."Who's that?" Arsen asked."I don't really know. He's creepy, right? And he's grumpy too. This is the second time he's been here. His name is.. Eron." I explained. He sighed."This is why you have to resign, Frem.""I will, in three days time. That's when I have to go back to college."Arsen rolled his eyes. "I don't get why you even have to work. Dad is like, bastardly rich.. we don't have to lift a finger if we don't want to.""But you're working.""For dad. There's a differen

FremaI woke up on an extremely soft mattress and I sat up, wondering where I was. Last thing I remember was that I was talking to Arsen and then he went off, mad at me and then a guy.. A guy fucking abducted me!"Where am I?! I want to get out of here!" I screamed, hoping there was someone out there. In a few minutes, the door flew open and I saw him.Eron bloody Castile. In all his Armani god glory."What the-- how are you part of this?" I asked, utterly confused."Oh I'm not part, dear, I'm the mastermind behind everything." He said calmly and my eyes widened a fraction."What the hell, Eron?! This is kidnapping, you know that right?" I snapped and he chuckled deeply.How erotic."Believe me when I say I've done worse, Princesa. Welcome to my world." He said and I almost broke in tears. No. No, I can't be weak right now.. I can't."W-what do you mean?" I managed to ask. His eyes softened as he spoke the next words to me,"It means you're my property now, Princesa." He said with su

Frema"I.." I muttered as his hand gripped my hip roughly."Shhh." He shushed and pulled away from the kiss. "You're going to suck me off like the little puttana you are, Fremantle. And you're going to take me in so deep. Deeper than you've ever taken anything. Get down." He commanded and my cheeks flushed red in anger so I slapped him. Hard."I'm not a whore, Eron Castile. You're in the mafia right? That's why you don't want me to know what you do. You speak Spanish and Italian at the same time so you think you have power over all the women in this world, but guess what? You can't own me, you dumb fuck. Enjoy." I ranted​, squatting down almost immediately and pulling down his zipper. I pushed it lower and dragged down his boxer briefs, gasping as his erect cock sprung out, almost slapping my face.I looked up at him, trying to keep my confidence as his intense eyes stayed fixated on me. I gulped and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I didn't need to be told what to do because as ho

FREMATwo weeks had passed since well.. Eron fucked me.I inhaled deeply as I tried to focus on what my home tutor was saying. Apparently since I have been kidnapped, I can't go to college anymore. So Eron bloody Castile got me a home tutor. How nice, right?".. I think I'm losing your attention, hija." The Spanish lady, obviously in her forties said. I rolled my eyes."For the hundredth time Miss Elizabeth Warren, I'm not your fucking child." I said, irritated. She nodded, looking hurt. Dramatic daughterofa--"Lesson's over, Miss Warren. You can leave now." I heard his voice behind me and I tensed, feeling my cheeks heat up as memories of the moment we shared flooded my thoughts."Okay, Mr. Castile. I'll take my leave now. Goodbye, hija." She said and I felt like killing her. I'm not your child, woman!Meanwhile, I turned to Eron, smiling innocently,"Um.. Welcome daddy." I said, making sure he understood the underlying tone in my words. His jaw clenched.Success, I thought."My off