Chapter 1
Jared's POV
The afternoon was blazing hot. I sat in the comfort of my Range Rover, staring at the city as we drove past it. It didn't take long before the car came to a halt at my mansion. I was in no hurry to get down as I had just returned from a business deal that was a huge success.
Charles, my driver, opened the door beside me and I stepped down from the car, adjusting my tie and tailored blazer as I did. I walked into my mansion and its familiar luxurious interior greeted me; Marble floors, furniture coated in gold and its exquisite ceiling designs. My taste was expensive. "Welcome, sir." Martha, my maid greeted me.
I ignored her greetings and headed upstairs, "Bring my meal, immediately."
I heard a faint "yes" behind me.
As soon as I entered my room, I took off my blazer and gazed at my reflexion in the mirror. My brown hair had grown thicker and reminded me that I needed a cut. Exhausted green eyes sat above my protruding cheekbones, and a new scar ran down below my left eye. A smirk curved my lips as I pressed my finger on it. The pain was soothing, but the thought of the person who had caused it was more pleasant. He had dared to lay his filthy hand on me. And so, for such disrespect, he had to pay with his life.
A knock sounded on the door and Martha walked in shortly after, holding a tray of food. My eyes dug into her chest as her large boobs tried in vain, to hide completely under her shirt. Her long black hair covered her chest as she dropped my food on the table. "Wait." I commanded as she turned to leave.
She froze. I spooned the dish Infront of me, and frowned, "I told you several times, not to serve me dirt." I said, my voice was thick and steady, "Face me."
Martha swallowed as she turned to face me and a sardonic smirk curved my lips, "And what happens whenever you serve me such tasteless meals?" I asked.
"I get punished." She replied. Her voice was low as her eyes met the floor.
"Take off your clothes." I commanded, "You will be punished today."
I could already feel my manhood raising at the thought of taking her.
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Loud voices broke through the night, disrupting the peacefulness I was enjoying. I rose from my bed, feeling anger building up as I walked out to the balcony. Who was the motherfucker disturbing my sleep?
Under the night lights, I could make out a black jeep parked at the gate of my mansion. Three men stood beside the jeep,their faces obscured. I assumed the man holding a cigarette was their boss.
the man declared. "I know you can hear me, you stupid Jared. I came to warn you: stay away from my girl. She's not just anyone. She's mine. I'm talking about Racheal
I stood there silently,listening to Mario's empty threat.Earlier, before we went on the mission, i had been out for a leisure ride when my eyes spotted a girl coming out of a boutique shop;her beauty was too hard to resist,and her body was to die for.The car stopped beside her ,and on an impulse,I found myself asking for her contact.
They call me the 'women's man' for a reason. My name is always linked to women and drugs. With my physique and handsome features it's easy for me to get women into bed and in no time I got Racheal laid.
Apparently, Mario had discovered that his girlfriend had been unfaithful, but in a shocking twist, she had lied to him, claiming that she had been raped, which was the reason he was now standing outside my compound, ranting in anger and frustration.
He continued to rant and make empty threats, he didn't dare take any action. I watched him vent to his heart's content…finally he got into his jeep and drove off with his crew.
"Ugh this unfortunate soul has ruined my sleep!" I exclaimed, frustrated my voice clearly emitting irritation.
A real man doesn't need to threaten others to keep his girl;if she's truly his,she won't be swayed by anyone else.
Luckily,Micheal was still awake so I asked him to get dressed and join me for a night out at the club.
The ride outside was very quiet. The darkness outside was densed, with no signs of life anywhere. Micheal, my butler,sat stiffly beside me,still not entirely comfortable going out with his employer despite it not being the first time.
Micheal had informed me about a new club that had recently opened in town, so we decided to check it out. As we arrived, everyone climbed out of the car. Just as I was about to enter the club, I abruptly stopped in my tracks. My hands instinctively began to pat down my body, as I checked to be sure that my machine was securely with me. It's a habit I've developed over time, as I never go out without it - after all, anything can go wrong, anywhere.
The place was classy and cozy, a perfect place to chill and forget about anything.
We settled into a spot at one end of the club, where the lighting was dim enough but still offered a clear view of the strippers. I ordered a round of drinks for the three of us, and as we sipped our beverages, we enjoyed the evening's entertainment. At intervals, I couldn't help but lick my lips in satisfaction, mesmerized by the girls dancing on stage.
As the night drew to a close, we headed back home at exactly 4am. Exhausted, I stumbled into my room and collapsed onto my bed, not caring if I was still dressed and soon gave in to sleep.
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