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he doors of the elevator opened, revealing a hallway leading to an exquisite modern sitting room. It was dark but I could tell the room spoke of money. Hands pressed hard on my shoulders. His movement behind me urged me to move forward but my legs were shaking. Noticing my resistance he quickly picked me up and I could do nothing but place my hands around his neck.

He walked straight forward, reaching the sofa and placing me down infront of it. Grabbing my shoulders, he pressed me down, making my body go down. My ass made contact with soft material. I looked up at him but could not make out his face it was dark in here. Light, light is what we needed. I start looking around damn I can't make anything out in this darkness.

All of sudden movement. I gasp looking to where it was coming from. Where was he going? Was he leaving me here? He disappears in the darkness. My hearing elevated I heard the sound of glasses. His presence manifests in front of me again, arm out handing me a drink. I looked at it.

A fed-up breath escapes him and he sits beside me way to close for me to feel the heat that is coming from his body. He takes my hand and places the drink in it. The coldness of the glass make me look down at, it was a scotch. What the hell? was he trying to intoxicate me? Make me vulnerable so he can do what he wants?

He starts leading it to my lips and I shake my head refusing the drink. No way I was ready to go under. Do not want any assistance Scotch. A heavy breath again escapes him. He takes the drink and it disappears into the darkness. This is weird. Does he even not notice it. Why the hell is he not lighting up the place?

He presses himself closer.I could feel his breath on my face. It was nice, warm on my face. I did noteven realize how close his was until I fell the tip of his nose on mine. Waitwas this going where I think it was going. I was about to say wait. When hislips came down on mine.