ENTANGLED. Between A Rock And A Hard Place

NEW SERIES Novella Installments #one ~ 93 pages  
     After out little dinner and chat, Dominick delivers a series of rapidly spoken orders to my grandfather’s efficient staff. Their eyes see nothing. Effectively I am nothing, according to him. Caught in a web of his greed. A festering wound and one I’ve fashioned so to speak.
     The china, sterling, crystal, plus a few sporadic crumbs are removed from the gleaming oak table that has been in my family for twelve generations. A demitasse of espresso is placed in front of each of us.
     “This offer isn’t negotiable. It’s my way. You naked. One month.”
     My face goes numb. I stare at the man in front of me, refusing to think about the hard-muscled body housed beneath his flawless suit. “Did you say offer?” I finally choke out.
    “Tick tock, Ms. Buffett, I have other appointments.”
    This is how it goes. Whether capitalizing on a corporation in receivership or the space between my thighs, he’s ruthless. “How long do I have to decide?”
    His silvery predacious eyes flicker across my face like one of the wolves my grandfather had set free in the Rockies when I was child. Instead of running into the wild, the beta circled around and attacked him.  Dominick meets my gaze. “I’m feeling generous. One minute.”
     “You’ve got to kid—”
    “Fifty-four seconds. You’re wasting time, unless you’ve decided.” A smug grin curves his full lips. Lips I’d once kissed. “Given you have zero options, don’t think too hard.”
    His cockiness mainlines into my right ventricle. “I can get a loan. You’re not my only line of credit. My name is equity in any bank.”
    “Are you through?”  He lifts his cup of espresso and sips, his strong fingers far too masculine for a dainty piece of china from the Ming Dynasty. “Let me remind you what you are. You’re an out of work mason with a note due on your studio and you’ve signed a contract to deliver a commissioned sculpture to the Munich Modern Museum without the means to purchase a chisel, hammer, marble without my permission. No one. Not even my uncle in Sicily will cross me to loan you a dime.”
     Instinctively, I understand the depth of his cruelty but what’s his long game. “What is it that you’re after besides vengeance?”
      “Looking for the angles. Sweetheart, don’t try. Those little chess matches you and Wagner played were games. Nothing more. I come from the world of test me by being a tease, and I’ll fuck you on the floor as I deal with the next item on my agenda. That mouth of yours, beautiful as it is, will be wrapped around my cock before the sun sets. The only courtesy I’m extending you is to allow you to save face and agree.”
     My breathing accelerates like I’ve sprinted along the beach. I stare at the photograph of the pink boulder on my cell. It weighs eight hundred seventy-two kilos. Solid granite. Fuck. Who would believe my way out of hell is hard. Raw. Rock.
    No different than the prick in front of me who has bided his time and holds me in checkmate all because of his twisted sense of entitlement, and now he’s developed a taste for revenge.
     “Fuck you very much!” I reply.
    “Get up.” A muscle clicks along his jaw. “The only words out of your exquisite little mouth for the next four weeks better be ‘Yes, Sir. Thank you. How may I please you?’”
    “Don’t think so, Nick.” I use his nickname from the neighborhood he grew up in before he became a Senator. Before he became CFO of an empire.
     “So stubborn.” He shrugs out of his bespoke charcoal jacket that costs more than my entire meager wardrobe. One by one he removes his links. Rolls up his shirt sleeves. And I refuse to budge. Coming over he roughly tips up my chin until I’m forced to gaze into his cold heartless eyes. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you to submit to me. Lesson number one. How to say, “Yes, sir”
     “What shall we work on tomorrow? Please?” I jerk my chin away and spit out. “Let me save you the trouble. Yes, you’re a fucking asshole. Sir. And please sir, go fuck yourself. Anymore lessons?”
   Two men wearing dark suits enter and stand by the door. Unzipping his trousers, Dominick lowers his gaze to my mouth. “Let’s just stick with the first. Repeat after me, 'Yes. Sir.'” 
 
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