you got here,
Draper?”
“This is Dove. She’s been an acquaintance of
mine for a while now. Dove, this is Ian Monaghan, CEO of OceanBlue Airways.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I told the man
politely. To my surprise, he reached out, took my hand and kissed the top of it
lightly.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” he said. I jumped
as two strong hands squeezed my shoulders. I felt Victor’s body looming just
behind mine.
“Ian, you sleazebag,” the woman said, pulling
him away from me. I let out a breath of relief as Victor’s grip on me lessened.
“It’s a bit cold out so we’re going to head
in,” Victor said as he started to turn away from the peculiar couple. “Perhaps
I’ll see you later on then.” His voice was strained.
Ian gave us a small salute as he and the
woman continued up the steps to the house.
“Ugh,” Victor muttered to himself.
For a moment it seemed like he had forgotten
I was still standing there. “Are you alright?” I asked hesitantly.
“I loathe that man. He used to work for my
company while my father was still alive. He was one of the people who trained
me when I first started working there. He would suck up to my father while at
the same time belittling me in front of him in the hopes that my father would
give him the company some day.” Victor clenched and unclenched his fists before
finding my hand to hold. We started walking up the steps again. “Thankfully my
father was smart enough to see through his deceit and ended up firing him. He
now works for a sad airline company with terrible services located in the
middle of nowhere. And now he’s got himself a gold digger too, it looks like.”
“Karma’s a bitch,” I said. I wasn’t sure
where I heard those words before, but it seemed appropriate for the situation.
Victor surprised me by laughing. “Yeah, it
is.” He squeezed my hand.
After mingling with a handful of people,
whose names I had already forgotten, Victor pulled me into a corner. He looked
quickly over my head and cursed over my breath. “What happened...?” I began to
ask, but he cut me short.
“Could you get some champagne for the two of
us, Dove?”
I opened my mouth to ask another question,
but suddenly thought better of it. I was back to being his submissive. There
wasn’t anywhere in the contract that told me I could question my Dominant.
“Yes, Sir,” I said quietly.
I walked through a throng of people to get to
the bar, and the entire time I was praying that none of them would want to stop
me and ask questions. Too late. A middle aged man was idling around the bar,
and seemed to welcome my presence as I walked up next to him. “May I have two
glasses of champagne,” I asked the bartender shyly. Fortunately for me, the
bartender spoke enough English to know what I requested. The middle aged man
held his own glass of champagne; he leaned into my line of sight and gave me a
small wave with the glass still in his hand.
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he
said to me jovially. I could tell the alcohol he was drinking was starting to
get to his head. I began to look for my escape.
“Oh, uh... I’m with Victor Draper.”
The man’s eyebrows rose at the mention of
Victor’s name. “Oh, I see. Victor has got himself a new one to carry around.
Not so bad looking either.” Did he know I was still standing there listening to
him, or did he think he was talking to himself? I made a move to walk away from
him, but he put an arm out, stopping me. “What’s your name?”
“D-dove.” The bartender had already given me
my drinks and I was now standing there awkwardly, not knowing how to end the
conversation at all.
“Dove,” the man’s breath reeked of vodka as
he leaned closer to me. “And what is it you do, Dove?”
What do I do? I fuck Victor Draper, I wanted to tell him. That would at
least make him stop talking. “I’m
Draper?”
“This is Dove. She’s been an acquaintance of
mine for a while now. Dove, this is Ian Monaghan, CEO of OceanBlue Airways.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I told the man
politely. To my surprise, he reached out, took my hand and kissed the top of it
lightly.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” he said. I jumped
as two strong hands squeezed my shoulders. I felt Victor’s body looming just
behind mine.
“Ian, you sleazebag,” the woman said, pulling
him away from me. I let out a breath of relief as Victor’s grip on me lessened.
“It’s a bit cold out so we’re going to head
in,” Victor said as he started to turn away from the peculiar couple. “Perhaps
I’ll see you later on then.” His voice was strained.
Ian gave us a small salute as he and the
woman continued up the steps to the house.
“Ugh,” Victor muttered to himself.
For a moment it seemed like he had forgotten
I was still standing there. “Are you alright?” I asked hesitantly.
“I loathe that man. He used to work for my
company while my father was still alive. He was one of the people who trained
me when I first started working there. He would suck up to my father while at
the same time belittling me in front of him in the hopes that my father would
give him the company some day.” Victor clenched and unclenched his fists before
finding my hand to hold. We started walking up the steps again. “Thankfully my
father was smart enough to see through his deceit and ended up firing him. He
now works for a sad airline company with terrible services located in the
middle of nowhere. And now he’s got himself a gold digger too, it looks like.”
“Karma’s a bitch,” I said. I wasn’t sure
where I heard those words before, but it seemed appropriate for the situation.
Victor surprised me by laughing. “Yeah, it
is.” He squeezed my hand.
After mingling with a handful of people,
whose names I had already forgotten, Victor pulled me into a corner. He looked
quickly over my head and cursed over my breath. “What happened...?” I began to
ask, but he cut me short.
“Could you get some champagne for the two of
us, Dove?”
I opened my mouth to ask another question,
but suddenly thought better of it. I was back to being his submissive. There
wasn’t anywhere in the contract that told me I could question my Dominant.
“Yes, Sir,” I said quietly.
I walked through a throng of people to get to
the bar, and the entire time I was praying that none of them would want to stop
me and ask questions. Too late. A middle aged man was idling around the bar,
and seemed to welcome my presence as I walked up next to him. “May I have two
glasses of champagne,” I asked the bartender shyly. Fortunately for me, the
bartender spoke enough English to know what I requested. The middle aged man
held his own glass of champagne; he leaned into my line of sight and gave me a
small wave with the glass still in his hand.
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he
said to me jovially. I could tell the alcohol he was drinking was starting to
get to his head. I began to look for my escape.
“Oh, uh... I’m with Victor Draper.”
The man’s eyebrows rose at the mention of
Victor’s name. “Oh, I see. Victor has got himself a new one to carry around.
Not so bad looking either.” Did he know I was still standing there listening to
him, or did he think he was talking to himself? I made a move to walk away from
him, but he put an arm out, stopping me. “What’s your name?”
“D-dove.” The bartender had already given me
my drinks and I was now standing there awkwardly, not knowing how to end the
conversation at all.
“Dove,” the man’s breath reeked of vodka as
he leaned closer to me. “And what is it you do, Dove?”
What do I do? I fuck Victor Draper, I wanted to tell him. That would at
least make him stop talking. “I’m
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