Chapter 4 Take Me Into Your

SCOTT'S POV

I am not someone to be kept waiting, especially when a business that involves a huge sum of money being invested in it, is concerned.

Gavin Cavalier sat across from me and I was almost pushed to throw a punch in his face for being five seconds late when he had lied that he was already waiting for me. The idiot made me wait on purpose. He's trying to test my patience and that's a challenge on my part.

He invited me here and proposed that it would be strictly for business. I had to accept because he'd been making threatening remarks to my right-hand man over a new property that I wanted to acquire.

The land is a good place for not just any kind of business according to his plans, but I believe there could be more to the property. There's also a memory of mine that resides there which I haven't yet gotten over, so letting that particular place go isn't on my agenda.

"The caravan inn is under development and I already invested a lot of money on the reconstruction amendments. It will be the Cavalier property soon, so I want to say this again, let this one go." Gavin hunched over to make his point clear.

"You don't bring a man of my caliber out to spit on my face, Mr. Cavalier. Why don't you try to live up to your name and work up to my standards before stepping on my toes?" I rebuked.

"You can't have everything your way, Scott. Don't play around with me, a winner also faces defeat at a time." Gavin pointed out with a retort.

"This winner remains at the top, nothing is ever going to bring me down, not even zillions of your type. If such a thing happens, I will buy your country and own you as my subject." I stood up and fixed him a glare.

When he stood up and put a hand to his waist as if he was about to bring out a gun and shoot me, my men reacted at once by aiming their guns at his face.

"Let's see," he lifted his hands in surrender and hurried out of the place.

I knew that he was going to throw in this challenge. That cunning son of a bitch. I have always let him have any property that we happen to want at the same time, but this time, the caravan inn holds my secret and memory of a life I let go and wish to have again.

Memories of what changed my life and brought me out of the trenches. I have a promise to keep and I have always been waiting for the opportunity to claim the property, now I would have to drag it with an ungrateful petty man.

I went to work afterward, but I couldn't focus. Surprisingly, I didn't find myself thinking hard about Gavin Cavalier's threat, but Diana Campbell. I had deliberately instructed Jessica to make her clean and dust the underground library that hadn't been opened for almost five years.

That is also a good way for her to understand that she must work for every damn thing she gets. That is her punishment for thinking that she could treat others like trash and get away with it.

I am her karma.

Unable to concentrate, I hurriedly went over a few files, passed them on to my assistant, and left. I needed to see how things were going at home. I told myself that was all, but I had the feeling that there's more to it than meets the eye.

Stepping down from my Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, I glanced around my estate, taking in my residential property. There's something people don't know about me.

They don't know that if they offend me, I could buy their country and own them as well. They think that I didn't work hard to get to the top, and that's where they are wrong because that is the reason why I am the way I am, not letting anyone in my private space.

People could be so stupid that if you let them in, they want and expect more from you. Just one favor and they want to rip you off your hard-earned money. Money is everything, more important than those pitiful humans.

Money is power and that is why I can take my revenge on the world without anyone stopping me. They thought they could be cruel, they should wait until I am finished with them, and then we decide who is to be feared.

I walked straight to the underground library and hesitated at the door. It was slightly opened; the library had built-in shelves that ran from the entrance of the room to cover up ninety percent of the room's space.

Each shelf consisted of one particular genre, some magazines and drawing books, my grandmother's collection, and mine as well. I haven't stopped reading, it was one of the best habits I developed when I was a boy from my grandmother.

The library has three lights, and no white bulb at all, so the place wasn't well-lit, and the dust and cobwebs that spiders had built in here for over five years added to the darkness in the room.

Jessica stood watching Diana as she coughed into her dress, a hand clutching a dusting rag. I know that she isn't used to doing any manual labor and that is why she needs to start practicing. She has to learn that life isn't a bed of roses, but sometimes thorns in the flesh.

Without warning, I threw the door ajar and Jessica's eyes rose to meet mine before she bowed her head slightly. I nodded at her in acknowledgement and she left without another word.

I closed the door and walked towards Diana who was now sobbing softly, her face buried on the hem of her dress as she bent over a shelf.

"Have the time of your life, princess?" I stopped behind her, making sure my hard cock pressed against her protruding backside.

She gasped and did a swift turn, and I caught her as she fell off balance before I slammed her back against the shelf, making the books rain down on us like flower petals at a baby shower.

"Too bad for you, more work to do." My lips twitched in amusement.

"Please, let me go." She gulped in the air, turning her face away as I brought mine closer.

I twisted her hands back slowly until they were locked behind her by one of mine, and then I ran my free hand over her exposed neck, down to the hollow between her breasts. My legs were indulging as they rubbed against her thighs, my hardness pressed against her lower abdomen.

I felt her heartbeat increase and her breaths became raged.

"What do you think would happen when I am so turned on, it doesn't come often, but I need to quench this fire." I wondered when I became so fabric-tearing horny when I was okay a few minutes ago until I was standing by the door, watching her.

"What do...you mean? I..." her voice broke off as she fought to breathe.

I let her go and took a step back.

"Go down on your knees and pull out my dick. Stop acting all innocent, I know you are a spoiled little brat," I said grumpily.

"No, please, don't make me do that. I can't... Please, try to understand. I haven't..." her voice was cracking as she shook her head and shut her eyes.

I didn't want to start torturing her horribly, but she was pushing me, and I couldn't stop when I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to go down on her knees.

"It is not a request, don't make me shove my dick into your ass because I will pump your intestines out!" I yelled at her.

She trembled as she lifted her shaking hands to pull down my pants. She held her breath when my dick popped out, my cock halfway to the tip of her nose. She slowly lifted her face to look at me with horrific eyes.

"Take me into your mouth, princess."