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closed starter for @satvns

There was a electrifying excitement coursing through Izzy at the thought of seeing Jesse again. Of course she didn't mind setting up a meeting with her father in hopes of getting him to produce his new play, it was the least she could do for him. Later that night when she met at their agreed upon place for the date she got in return - she was absolutely buzzing. "Oh my gosh Jesse you're so brilliant," she trilled reaching out to pull him closer. "And I could just tell Daddy loved it. He has to produce it, I absolutely insisted. I told him how could he pass up on such a talented creative mind? He said he has to think about it but oh Jesse, I just know he's going to say yes. Then we can truly celebrate together huh?" She sighed laying her head on his shoulder. "I'm so happy you called me. Have I told you how much I've missed you?"

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It took everything in Calvin not to give her some sort of kiss, even if it was just a gentle kiss to the forehead. Thankfully the playful way she stole his hat caused him to break into a laugh. All of this tension building between them was likely going to lead to something bad, yet so good at the same time. Not to mention the genuine joy he felt in her presence. While there was a physical attraction between them there was more lurking beneath it that made him scared. There would be a lot of risk in them being together. Not to mention the mere fact that he would be putting his job at risk. Of course he would land on his feet but there was more at stake than his own well being, she didn't know anything about that though.

Calvin's eyes followed hers as he moved towards the bar to get her another drink. He smirked shaking his head at the way she put on a little show for everyone. When he was back in her presence again he reached for his hat, ducking his head down on the verge of a kiss before whispering gleefully, "You're trouble you know." He breathed placing the hat back on his head as he handed over her fresh drink. "I thought you were saving that dance for me? Should I just let you keep going then or am I going to find out for myself if you've got moves off the ice too?"

Sophia wasn't stupid - she very much realized that he had pulled her in closer. She didn't mind. The last time they'd stand so close together was when she nearly skated into him and he held her steady. Maybe a little too long, for professional's sake but Sophia liked it. There weren't much guys that would 'wow' her, but something about Calvin had stunned her from the start. She wanted to get to know more about him, be with him, but most dangerously: she wanted him to touch her. The pressing of his thumb into her side, caught her attention and she was looking up again. As her hand moved from the back of his head to hold up her pinky, she raised her brows and awaited his answer. "Always making the rules, coach. I should've known." She squeezed his pinky, chuckling afterwards with a shake of her head, the breath warm to his skin. God he smelled fucking good. And that backwards hat? Danger. "Fine." Sophia handed him her empty cup and put away her pinky. "Just in case you'll take off-" she paused, raising to her toes as her body pushed into his. Her hands reached for the hat he wore, and she lifted it off his head only to put it on her backwards. It was a little too big, of course. Sophia's eyes lingered on his for a little longer before she let out a soft giggle, nodding towards one of the lightening posts. "I'll wait over there." And after only a short squeeze to his arm, Sophia disappeared into the crowd and finally released a breath she'd been holding for too long. Her cheeks were red, body warm and tensed. Eyes closed as the girl found herself getting lost into the ryhtmn of the deep house music again, body effortlessly catching up to give a tiny show. Not vulgar or anything but genuinely sensual, charming.

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The moment he laid eyes on Anita all of his rapturous thought from the previous evening rushed back in immediately. Although things quickly soured when he noticed her expression. Then things became even more troublesome at her tone and choice of words. James felt his insides curdle as he gauged on how to respond. While part of him was enraged another was embarrassed. Yet he didn't feel it appropriate to show that. Rather he intended to make it clear how this response could also be a bit offensive and rude, he didn't mind pointing that out whatsoever. In fact it could help putting more distance between them. "Well I apologize that my taste doesn't appease you Anita." He started, clearing his throat as he sat up more. "You know I happen to think you look delightful, gorgeous even. I'm sure you would look even better in clothes that are more comfortable and fit your taste. After all I was only trying to be kind, I didn't exactly get guidance from you on your fashion preferences." The notice of her boots caused him to sigh again. "I also would have gotten you different footwear but wasn't confident I would get the size correct. But perhaps that gesture of good will would also be taken as an offense or means to embarrass you rather than it's intention, again I apologize." Now he was frustrated as he stood up tossing his linen napkin on his plate, his appetite vanishing at how rotted he felt. James placed his hand on his hips as he met Anita's gaze. "I'm not your father Anita, I wouldn't do anything on purpose to upset you. Perhaps you would prefer if someone else took you shopping today I can happily arrange that." He offered unsure if they would be able to remain civil with each other after this tarnished start to the day.

Anita glared at the floral abomination that had been delivered. Was he joking? He had to be. Whoever designed this thing deserved to be publicly executed. The sight of it alone was enough to question what she'd thought had been attraction in James' eyes. There had been some unspoken connection, and the thought of it, of him so close and so accessible down the hall, had kept her up and restless all night. Was this what he actually wanted from a woman though? Did he want someone delicate and demure and innocent? She was never going to be any of those things. Anita was vicious and angry and constantly looking for a reason to fight. Beyond that, when she wore dresses, she never chose something that made her look some little doll. She gravitated towards dark colors and daring silhouettes. Anita wanted attention, not to look like she was on her way to church. She was half convinced that this modest, offensive thing would burn her infernal skin if she put it on.

Pinching it between two fingers, she lifted it at arm's length like it might bite her. Though she had half a mind to just go downstairs still wearing James' shirt once she'd thrown this in the nearest trashcan, she decided it might be best not to piss him off. At least not yet. Not until she had clothes she actually felt comfortable in. The scowl didn't leave her face as she got ready that morning, avoiding her own reflection for as long as she could. She didn't put on makeup and left her hair in the loose waves it dried in. Putting the dress on for him was going to have to be enough. She'd put more effort in when it was her choice. When she didn't catch sight of herself and feel like she didn't fit in her own skin because she looked so entirely unlike herself. "Look like a fucking toddler," she grumbled before pulling on her boots. They were her only option and only made the effect worse. She didn't even bother giving herself a once over in the mirror before leaving her room to go down to breakfast.

"Not a word," she grumbled as she stepped into the dining room and rounded the table before taking a seat. "Not a single fucking word, or I'm putting a fork through your eye and then my own,"

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oh something else i need - a thread similar to the plot between Eve/Jimmy. Where muse a crazy hot but also insane/annoying while completely obsessed with muse b

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hi if i could throw one of my ladies (or men) at a logan lerman I would be very grateful for the opportunity

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With her lips so close to his skin Calvin could feel a chill race down his spin. Instinctively his one hand gripped her hip as the other slide around to the small of her back, gently bringing her closer to him. Even if he was supposed to be keeping things professional with her this was the most unprofessional setting. It was nearly impossible for him to ignore the way his body was reacting right now as if this part of him had been shut down for so long. Now the presence of Sophia was bringing it all to life again. Whatever words she said didn't register because all he could focus on was the sensory feeling of having her so close. What he did catch though is she wasn't really with anyone, especially some random guy which made him smirk with delight. When her gaze shifted from him, his smile faded pressing a thumb into her hips until their eyes met again. "I didn't steal anything," he laughed shaking his head at her accusation. "How about this," he offered linking their pinkies together as he leaned in closer so only they could hear each other. "You stay and dance. I get you a drink and we'll see about whether we dance together. Okay?"

"That's a lot coming from you, coach." Sophia teased, chuckled right after to show him that she meant no harm with her words. And she couldn't keep the smile off her face around him, anyways. Blue eyes shifted from him to the people he was with, nodding to his words. She was once again on her toes, lips dangerously close to his ear as she spoke hard enough for him to hear her above the music. "That's nice, you seem relaxed - like you're having fun, too. It's cute." She peeked up to look at him, his big hands on her hips making it impossible for her to look away. Not when he was this close to her. "I was with some friends, but I kind of lost them in the crowd. They seemed to be having fun, though. We keep in touch." She said while lifting her phone that she held in her free hand, along with the cup pressed to it. "And I was dancing with some guy before I bumped into you, not sure where he went-" she paused to look around them before fixating on him again. "I guess that means that you owe me a dance, now. Since you stole one from me." She chuckled. "I should probably get another drink. Next time we meet, we dance." Sophia lifted her pinky up to his face. "Promise me."

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"I would be more than happy to give you a multitude of reasons to believe me, but only if you're interested of course." Mateo replied giving her the opportunity to withdraw from him before getting involved.

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fingers swirl around the rim of her glass , head tilted . " you haven't given me any reason not too , but ⸻ " tongue wraps around her words like a weapon . " you've not given me any reason to believe you either . "

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The brief moment he was able to catch a glimpse of her in the bathroom was more than enough to set James off. To prevent himself from making a mistake he left the room, gently shutting the door behind him. From there he went into his room signing in defeat as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Without thinking he palmed himself through his trousers, letting out a low groan of desire. The way she looked at him was telling of her own hidden desires. If he wanted to he could go back into that bathroom and make her confess it all, to beg him for it. Yet instead he stayed where he was, frantically tearing off his clothes - fisting his cock at the idea of her calling out his name in a fit of pleasure. All too quickly he climaxed himself, breathing deeply with his eyes closed before moving to clean himself. Things would have to remain professional between them or it would put the whole operation at risk.

The next morning he woke early, making quick work of ordering what he believed she may need before they ventured out to shop together. From the background info he had James knew enough to order her some clothes for the day, even adding a few toiletry items and cosmetics. When his chosen lackey to brought the items to the house, James left them at her door with a handwritten note.

‘Hope this is to your liking, if not I’ll get you whatever you prefer. See you for breakfast before shopping. - James’

James knew this was risky, she may despise what he chose for her yet a selfish part of him was hopeful she would wear it even just to make him happy. And he would make him stupid happy to see her all dolled up. Of course she would dress differently when they worked together yet today was a more casual one. Even if he was still in his usual suit. As he sat at the dining room table he held his breath upon hearing footsteps on the stairs anxious to see how she responded to his gesture of good will.

For a few moments, everything was quiet enough that the weight of the day began to settle in. Anita had moved on from the whole kidnapping bit rather quickly, but it hadn't exactly been pleasant. The adrenaline of it all left her crashing and exhausted now that the thrill of James was gone. Then there was the task set out before her. Some part of her still wondered if she was imagining it, if she'd crawl into the plush bed she leaned against only to wake up back in Nikolai's compound and realize that it was all a dream. The knock on the door drew her from her thoughts. She swallowed down the skitter of excitement in her chest and told James to come in.

Accepting the shirt, she thanked him for it and nearly responded to his question...but then he looked at his watch. Like he had something more important to go handle. Like he didn't want to be there anymore, didn't want to be with her. Anita's mouth snapped shut. She tossed his shirt onto the bed carelessly. She should've known it would all go away the second he had her assistance locked down- the smooth words, the heat in his gaze as it roamed over her. For a little while, she'd felt wanted. She'd felt valuable. Such a small action brought her back down to earth though. "Nope," she finally said sharply. "Don't let me keep you." With that, the blonde turned on her heel to head back into the bathroom, peeling off her shirt and dropping it on the ground as she went. She didn't look back at James before kicking the bathroom door closed.

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There was something about the way she said his name and paused, meeting his eyes before he cleared his throat forcing himself out the door. When he was alone in his room he took a beat to steady himself - exhaling before nodding to focus himself better. Women were not something he took time for in his life. Relationships were messy and distracting in his opinion. Only when he felt the urge to fuck did he find himself a temporary person to fulfill that craving ache, that he clearly felt now for Anita. Yet she couldn’t be that because he needed her for business matters and nothing more. Even if she were a pawn or play thing he wasn’t going to go beyond that line - even if he kept thinking about her in clothes he adored on women, or the image of her in the shower. James swore under his breath as he reached into a drawer for a shirt he would wear when wanting to blend in with average folks knowing he wouldn’t miss it in the slightest.

When he returned to the room he knocked gently before entering not wanting to intrude on her if she were indecent, that would be both painful and exhilarating for him. “Here we are then,” he offered handing over the shirt. The sound of the shower caught him off guard and he has to close his eyes to stop his mind from conjuring the image of her in the shower. “Anything I should know before the morning?” He questioned checking his watch as if to signal he had something to do soon. If he spent too much more time with Anita, James would be less likely to be tempted into unprofessional behavior.

Every word Anita spoke raised James’s interest which meant he would need to be on his best behavior. Yet he couldn’t help but be attracted to her spitfire attitude. “Those men are meant to be unpleasant company and not deep thinkers. Perfect for capturing anyone I need. Case in point,” he nodded in her direction before standing up to guide her out of the basement into the more suitable and livable area of his home. Naturally it was reflective of his success and wealth in a more refined and respectable manner. When they reached the second floor he stopped at a door that wasn’t too far from his own. “This will be your room, if anything isn’t to your liking we can address that tomorrow. You have a private restroom and a closet we can fill with whatever you like when you go shopping tomorrow.” Even if he had to spend money on Anita now he viewed her as a worthy investment. “Meals are served downstairs in the dining room. We’ll be dining together often unless I’m out for business or my own social engagement.” He carried on glancing about the room doing his best to avoid looking at her too much. “If you are hungry outside of those meals, help yourself to the kitchen or ask my chef to prepare you something.” When he finally meet her gaze again he sighed. “Perhaps tonight I can bring over a shirt or something for you to wear. I imagine you’ll want to clean yourself up and toss out those clothes. I’ll having something delivered in the morning for you to wear out shopping, even if it’s not your taste humor me.” He sighed, although the idea of shopping for her turned him in more than it should. “I’ll be just down the hall should you need something. Make yourself comfortable I’ll be right back,” he held her eyes a moment longer before stepping towards the door feeling the need to put some distance between them even just for a brief moment.

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Every word Anita spoke raised James’s interest which meant he would need to be on his best behavior. Yet he couldn’t help but be attracted to her spitfire attitude. “Those men are meant to be unpleasant company and not deep thinkers. Perfect for capturing anyone I need. Case in point,” he nodded in her direction before standing up to guide her out of the basement into the more suitable and livable area of his home. Naturally it was reflective of his success and wealth in a more refined and respectable manner. When they reached the second floor he stopped at a door that wasn’t too far from his own. “This will be your room, if anything isn’t to your liking we can address that tomorrow. You have a private restroom and a closet we can fill with whatever you like when you go shopping tomorrow.” Even if he had to spend money on Anita now he viewed her as a worthy investment. “Meals are served downstairs in the dining room. We’ll be dining together often unless I’m out for business or my own social engagement.” He carried on glancing about the room doing his best to avoid looking at her too much. “If you are hungry outside of those meals, help yourself to the kitchen or ask my chef to prepare you something.” When he finally meet her gaze again he sighed. “Perhaps tonight I can bring over a shirt or something for you to wear. I imagine you’ll want to clean yourself up and toss out those clothes. I’ll having something delivered in the morning for you to wear out shopping, even if it’s not your taste humor me.” He sighed, although the idea of shopping for her turned him in more than it should. “I’ll be just down the hall should you need something. Make yourself comfortable I’ll be right back,” he held her eyes a moment longer before stepping towards the door feeling the need to put some distance between them even just for a brief moment.

The fact that she didn't answer right away showed that she wasn't desperate to spare her own life. Instead it appeared she was considering what would serve her best. James wasn't irritated in the slightest, instead of he was fascinated and admired her tenacity. Of course when she did give her answer he couldn't help but smirk. "Sweetheart," he leaned in close tilting her chin up with his fingers as if teasing her with the promise of a kiss. Naturally his eyes dipped in that direction, sighing before looking into her gaze again. "If your help leads to what I have in mind, I'll hand you the gun myself." He whispered chuckling softly at the idea of watching this play out. James held the moment between them a beat longer than necessary before pulling back. "Now, I can't exactly have you taken back to your home. But I can arrange for anything to be brought here if you wish. You'll be staying in my home so I can keep my eye on you. Anything you need, I'll make happen. Unlike your father I'll make sure you're very well take care of Anita. We'll start talking our next moves in the morning," with his cigarette in his mouth he reached for her wrists making sure she wasn't too harmed. "My men treat you alright? I'll make sure they know not to even look at you with anything less than respect going forward. When you're ready I can show you to your room."

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i like (the idea of) being bent over - so naturally taylor swift's latest vinyl variation was a much purchase

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Even after he finished Mateo delight in keeping himself buried deep inside of Daphne. A soft hum passed his lips as they kissed, enjoying the soft subtle moments between them just as much as the intense passionate ones. "Nothing crazy baby maybe the couch or the kitchen table. I'll make sure your comfortable always," he whispered pressing kisses over the side of her face. The comment about going back to work made him laugh against her lips as his thumbs pressed into her hips. "Unfortunately, as your boss I have to tell you we do need to return to work but as your lover... I say screw the boss and take the day off. You've already done one of those things today." He grinned before kissing her again. It was the sight of her pout that made his eyes soften taking her words to heart. "Oh baby, we can certainly do that. Turn our phones off. Ignore the world and just be lazy together. And as always you will have my full attention. How does that sound sweetheart?"

watching her partner come undone was a sight she could watch again and again. and luckily for her, mateo had the libido to grant her that. she let out a soft giggle as she felt his teeth sink into her flesh, thinking of the difficulty to explain a hickie or bite mark there. she hummed against his lips, her hands coming to frame his face as the two shared a gentle, sweet moment. "depends on what the something is," she replied, her expression pensive. "i wouldn't object to most, but let's keep it comfortable, okay?" he made her feel young again, the way he couldn't keep his hands off of her, yet they always were able to keep the clothes on straight and decent in public. gently, she tugged until he was back at her level, her lips pressing against his like she couldn't get enough. and if she were being honest, she couldn't. "i don't wanna go back out there." her head tilted, gaze cutting towards the locked door. she jutted her lower lip in a pout. "can we be lazy this weekend and not leave the house?" considering their location, they were technically always at work, but sometimes she kept him in bed and pretended. "just you, me, and 48 uninterrupted hours."

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"Yeah well you're also my sister's best friend so you don't think that might complicate things?"

open    to    :    m,    f,    n/b!

❝ it's    okay,    you    know,    you    can    admit    that    you    like    me. ❞

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There were a lot of words he could use to describe Payton's ploy to seduce him. Right now she was being calculated, a real minx who knew what she wanted. He had a feeling some of that had to do with shots Carson poured for her earlier yet she seemed coherent enough to know what she was doing just with confidence that wasn't there when sober. Even if she wasn't flirting with him right now Jack didn't intend to leave with anyone from the bar tonight. In fact it had been a long time since he'd even been with someone else. Let alone one of his customers. Which just added to the complications between them.

Even the way she toyed with her glass while eyeing him down gave off an air of poise that proved she was very serious. "A man who like I said is old enough to be your father," he scoffed shaking his head as he glanced around the bar before meeting her eyes again. They were incredibly captivating. Jack was sure her gaze had put a spell on other, weaker men. Yet he could brush it off, for now at least. Even her attempt to stroke his ego was impressive, making him chortle as he cleared his throat. "Payton, I'm not sure you know exactly what you're asking for here. I definitely wouldn't be like any of these boys you've been with." Considering how long it had been since Jack had sex, he knew the next time was sure to be like letting a wild animal out of it's cage. Jack met her eyes again, pushing past his reservations about their age differences and smirked. He reached for her glass pushing it away as he leaned in to whisper into hear ear. "If what you want is a daddy to take care of you sweetheart I need to know you're gonna be a good girl for me. You gonna be a good girl for me Payton?" The question was incredibly sensual and bold. Jack had a feeling it was more than she expected yet exactly what she craved from him.

Her eyes were trained on him and solely him. For Payton, nothing else really mattered. Rejection wasn't in the realm of possibilities right then. The haze of the alcohol was leaving her feeling warm and confident. Really, it was the reason that she was here in the first place and not hiding in the corner, secretly stealing glances at him rather than speaking to him and keeping her crush all to herself. There would be no denying that she knew what she was doing when she leaned forward. The thrill of a small victory ran through her when she saw his eyes flick down lower, lingering on her exposed chest. Her brow rose and a smaller, more satisfied smile seemed to take over. Her head tipped to the side just slightly and she kept her voice equally as low. The concern wasn't anyone overhearing at that point. No, in her state, she hardly cared. It was fun to play along though and Payton wanted to try and ensure that only she had his attention. It wasn't an outright no that came, but rather, an offer to have a way out. No refusal. Only a flimsy excuse.

"YOU SAY that like it's a bad thing. Maybe I'm tired of boys and want a man." She leaned a little further in. "YOU'RE TELLING me that I can find someone who would satisfy me better?" A little play to the ego. She hoped it would work and not backfire in spectacular fashion. Carson hadn't seemed to mind, making small comments every time he caught her looking towards Jack. If anything, she could thank him for the encouragement. Both small verbal support and the liquid variety. Her fingers trailed along the rim of her glass, seemingly innocent as she waited for the response.

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The fact that she didn't answer right away showed that she wasn't desperate to spare her own life. Instead it appeared she was considering what would serve her best. James wasn't irritated in the slightest, instead of he was fascinated and admired her tenacity. Of course when she did give her answer he couldn't help but smirk. "Sweetheart," he leaned in close tilting her chin up with his fingers as if teasing her with the promise of a kiss. Naturally his eyes dipped in that direction, sighing before looking into her gaze again. "If your help leads to what I have in mind, I'll hand you the gun myself." He whispered chuckling softly at the idea of watching this play out. James held the moment between them a beat longer than necessary before pulling back. "Now, I can't exactly have you taken back to your home. But I can arrange for anything to be brought here if you wish. You'll be staying in my home so I can keep my eye on you. Anything you need, I'll make happen. Unlike your father I'll make sure you're very well take care of Anita. We'll start talking our next moves in the morning," with his cigarette in his mouth he reached for her wrists making sure she wasn't too harmed. "My men treat you alright? I'll make sure they know not to even look at you with anything less than respect going forward. When you're ready I can show you to your room."

The threat to her life that he pinned on at the end pulled her from the near giddy haze that she'd fallen into. She could only laugh once in response, shaking her head and leaning back into her chair. The vow to take care of her felt less impactful after telling her that she either gave him what he wanted or died. "Wow, how is a girl ever supposed to say no to that?" She rolled her eyes. It didn't surprise her though. Nikolai didn't include Anita in his business, but she'd grown up around it. She was left to her own devices and had plenty of time to listen in on meetings and find knowledge for herself. She understood it all better than her brothers did, and they were up close and personal. That meant that she understood the kind of men who got into this line of work. The ones who were lower on the food chain were blindly following or scrambling just to get one step further. They were desperate things that made mistakes and left loose ends. The closer they got to the top, the more neatly they tied everything up. They were ruthless. If something didn't serve them, they simply removed it from the equation.

Anita knew the answer she was going to give, but she needed to make it clear that it was her decision. This wasn't about saving her life. It was about revenge. It was purely her desire to watch the light leave her father's eyes as everything he had came crumbling down around him. The ending couldn't have been more perfect. Nikolai had made a deal with her mother for power. She'd been the result, and being his ending was perfectly poetic. She couldn't even begin to imagine how that would feel. Still, she let her proposed partner sit in silence for a while. Head tipped to the side and eyes narrowed, she studied him long enough to commit details to memory just to have something to do. "I get to kill him." She finally announced. "You give me your word that I get to kill him, and I'll give you anything you want."

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Although James found himself incredibly attracted to this young woman he wasn't going to allow himself to indulge in that. Instead he needed to focus on how she would help him improve his organization while destroying her father's in the process. The counter question made him smirk. "Smart, I like that." He replied pointing at her as he chuckled. "I'm not going to make a promise I can't keep right now. But perhaps if you show me your value through this process, I can find a place for you within my organization if you're interested. Or maybe, we part ways at the end of things." He licked his lips considering the different options. "Also I should note, that I plan to make sure he knows you were part of the process. Hell do a good enough job and I'll let you really eliminate him. Seems to me like he might deserve it." He scoffed, rolling his eyes at the thought of Anita being slighted by someone he loathed. "I should note though that if you don't agree to my plan then I'll just kill you now." In his head he noted he would rather do that then risk getting too attached to the blonde. "Work with me and I'll take care of you Anita, that I can promise."

She watched him intently as he pulled out a cigarette, a little too satisfied that she'd thrown a wrench into the plan that he'd seemed so confident in. Anita was all too eager to see what his next move was. But he made her wait beneath the weight of his stare. There was a little flutter in the pit of her stomach, anticipation blossoming there until it almost made her squirm. She twisted her wrists beneath their binds. Dark eyes followed the cigarette. The longer the silence dragged on, the tighter her chest felt. She wasn't sure if it was fear that she was no longer useful or intrigue making her breath strain, but she needed him to say something. Anything. When he gave the order to untie her and leave them alone, she decided it was a good sign. Why bother freeing her if he was just going to put a bullet in her head?

Glaring at the men who'd been keeping her captive until they left the room, her brows lifted when she looked back at the one in charge and found him sitting closer now. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't what came out of his mouth. Her lips parted in surprise. He wasn't actually offering her what she thought he was, was he? A chance to completely ruin the man who'd made her life unhappy for all these years? It seemed impossible, all too good to be true. The excitement of it mingled with the warmth of his touch, and she could barely hold herself together enough not to melt into his touch as he complimented her. He was offering her a dream and speaking to her like she had value, something she was all too pleased to finally hear. Anita swallowed and licked her lips. As much as she wanted to bite, she couldn't just yet. "How do I know you won't just kill me once I've given you what you want? I'm not going to destroy him if I don't get to enjoy it."

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welp. my cat ate my computer, charger. again.

my fault for not putting it up but i now won't be able to do replies at night until tuesday :/

so i am gonna be around until this shit dies and then during my work hours tomorrow.