Chapter 3 Fall Into The Devil's Trap.

Monday at noon at the Wayne Company. Christian focused on working on his laptop. He had been busy meeting since morning with his employees. When he is at work, he focuses all his mind on his work and giving his best for his company. It was his hard work and his brilliance that made his company one of the major corporations in New York City.

Someone knocked on the door when he had just finished his work. "Come in," he said as he leaned his back against the chair to release his tiredness. The door opened and a hot, beautiful woman wearing a tight white shirt, tight black short skirt, and high heels walked into the room. She is Jessica. She worked as his secretary.

Jessica walked over to Christian, who was sitting in a chair behind his desk with a sweet smile on her red lips, and stood close to him.

"What is it?" he asked into her eyes.

"It is time for you to have lunch," she replied in a soft voice and smiled sweetly at him again.

As he looked at his watch, he just realized it was almost 2pm. His work made him forget to eat. "Bring my lunch here," he said.

Heat rose from her core. Lust filled her eyes as she watched him loosen his gray tie, unbutton two buttons on his white shirt. Her pussy clenched as she bit her lips. She couldn't wait to see and touch his hard chest and the muscles in his abdomen. She's eager to suck his huge cock, toying with it with her hands. She wanted him to fuck her right now.

She sat sideways on his lap, seducing him with her flirtatious gaze. "You look tired. Let me give you a massage," she said in a sexy voice.

His lips linked to the side in a knowing smile. His lustful, devilish eyes said he knew what was in her dirty mind. "You don't need to massage me. Just take off your clothes now," he said in a raspy voice.

She smiled while biting her lip in lust. Her nipples hardened, her pussy wet before he touched them. She unbuttoned her shirt in a seductive motion and took it off. His eyes sparkled with passion, seeing her big, beautiful breasts under the cups of her red bra.

"I don't think you need this anymore," he said in his lustful voice.

She gasped as her bra falls away, and his lips grazed the bare skin of her breast, his tongue flicking out to tease the peak. "Ahhhh ..." A whimper escaped her throat. Pleasant goosebumps took over her. Her body shivered under his touch.

He trailed his fingers on her thigh. She gasped at the rush of pleasure as he shoved his two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out, making naughty sounds.

"Ahhhh ... Fuck ... Yes ... Feels so good ... Ahhhh ..." she moaned with every thrust.

"Fuck ... You're so wet for me ..." he said under his heavy breath.

"Ahhhh! Fuck! Ahhhh ..." she moaned, planting her palms on his shoulders as he quickened his movement. Her body shivered, her pussy clenched his fingers. Waves of pleasure hit her over, over, and over again. She can't catch her breath as the sensation overwhelms her. Her voice was breathy, and her head swam. She was burning inside.

And just the waves are about to break ... His cellphone on his desk suddenly rang. It completely took over his attention when he knew who was calling him.

"No! Please don't stop! I almost came ..." she begged him breathlessly as his fingers left her soaking wet pussy.

He ignored her at all and took his cell phone. "Get out of here now!" he said sternly into her eyes. His cold gaze frightened her, which made her not dare to disobey him. She quickly stood up from his lap, put on her shirt and bra in a quick motion, and left the room.

Christian answers the call. "Have you got any information about that girl?" he asked impatiently.

"Yes, sir. I have information about her," his man replied. Christian has a smile on his face. He had been waiting for this for almost 2 days. "Quickly, tell me about her!"

"The girl's name is Vivian Grace. She's 20. She has never been in a relationship before, or rather, she hates men. When she was 6 years old, a woman named Clara Brown adopted her. She is 45 and still single. She has a niece named Molly Brown, who is the same age as Vivian. They all love each other. They run a small cafe downstairs of their house while they live upstairs. Clara and her niece totally believe in fortune-telling. They used to go to a man named Merlin who worked as a fortune teller to ask for their luck. Their cafe name is Happy And Rich Ever After. The man told them to name their cafe with that name."

After Christian hangs up the phone, he smiles gremlin with the devil's plan in mind. "Vivian ... Just wait and see. I will make you mine," he said in a deep whisper. He couldn't wait to catch his precious prey and eat her.

******

Vivian's POV:

I was sitting on the sofa with earphones in my ears. I smile with my eyes closed, hearing relaxation music from my phone. My mind feels so calm and my muscles relax. I love this feeling that makes me forget the day I met the man who took my first kiss a week ago.

I'm home alone now. Our cafe is closed. Aunt Clara and Molly went two days ago to San Francisco for Aunt Clara's friend's birthday. When I asked them to take me with them, they refused. Before I could blink, they left me with their suitcases in their hands.

"Vivian ..."

As I heard Aunt Clara and Molly's voices, I opened my eyes in startle. I quickly took off my earphones, as I couldn't blink seeing them standing in front of me like statues. Their cries suddenly broke. "Vivian ... I don't want to sleep on the street ..." they said together and cried again like a child crying.

"What happened?! Why you both crying?" I asked in worry, confused, as I stood up from the sofa. They didn't answer me, they just kept crying. I quickly help them sit on the sofa with me sitting between them. "Can you two stop crying and tell me what happened?!" I asked impatiently.

They blow their noses with their handkerchiefs together. "Merlin lied to us. He said we'd hit the jackpot if we went to gamble, so we flew to Vegas and we lost," Aunt Clara said while sobbing.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. "Wait! So you two lied to me? You didn't go to San Francisco but to Vegas to gamble?" I asked, and they responded with nods, showing me their crying faces.

I took a deep breath, then I smiled at them, trying to stay patient and said, "Please tell me you two didn't lose much."

"We lost a million dollars ... " they said together and burst into tears.

My eyes opened wide as I almost dropped my jaw. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. "What?!!! A million dollars?! How - how did you two lose that much money?! And where did you get that money?!" I asked in shock, curious.

"Merlin introduced us to a friend of his. He was a loan shark. We borrowed the money from him. If today we don't pay the money, he will take this house and we will live on the street ..." Aunt Clara said, crying and Molly was crying too and I was crying too. Somehow, I feel like we're doing a chorus right now.

As the cafe's entrance opened, we stopped crying and looked at the door. A tall, thin man along with two well-built men with ferocious faces walked towards us.

"Oh! My God! It's him!" Aunt Clara said as she covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh! My God! What shall we do?!" Molly said. They both look panicked and scared while I feel confused.

As they stood before us, the thin man smiled kindly at us, showing his yellow teeth. "Ladies, it's so nice to see you both again," he said to Aunt Clara and to Molly. They both smiled at him, but their smiles looked more like crying than smiling.

Aunt Clara's and Molly's faces suddenly turned into those of a frightened cat as the thin man skewered them with a death glare. "Where's my money?! You must pay what you owe me today!" he said.

"We- we can't pay you today," Aunt Clara said in fear. "Merlin had lied to us. He said-"

Aunt Clara, Molly and I shrugged our shoulders in shock as the man slammed his fist into a nearby table. His threatening eyes on us made us freeze like snowmen in our front yard. "I don't want to hear excuses! I want my money now! Or I take this house," he said. His voice was as threatening as his gaze.

"Please ... don't take our house. We don't want to sleep on the street. It's snowing outside," Aunt Clara said and cried and Molly cried too.

"Please give us some time," I begged the man, making him look at me. "We promised we'd give your money back."

Fear suddenly gripped me firmly seeing the way he gazed at my face and breasts. His eyes told me he wanted to fuck me. I gasped in fear as he grabbed my face. "You can pay off your debts with your body," he said lustfully. I can't stand his smelly breath. I'm so scared now. My heart beat rapidly. My body trembled under his lustful, threatening gaze.

"Get your filthy hands off her now!"

I quickly turned my head in the direction the voice came from. Somehow my fear vanished, and I felt safe seeing the man who took my first kiss was standing at the entrance of the cafe.