Chapter 3 Soon it will be you on that

Amelia's POV

It's been four weeks since I started working for Christopher Russell, and everything in my life has changed. He kept his promise, and my mother's hospital bills were paid off within days. The weight that had been crushing me for so long was lifted, but something else took its place.

A different kind of pressure. One that I couldn't ignore.

The day he handed me his black card, I felt uneasy. His voice was calm but firm as he gave it to me.

"Use this," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "You are going to be representing me. So, you need to look good."

I've thought about those words over and over, especially when I look at the new clothes hanging in my closet. Everything I wear now, every dress, every pair of shoes, it's all because of him.

My wardrobe is filled with designer clothes, shoes, and handbags, things I never thought I'd own. Every piece reminds me of how much control he has over my life now. I'm not sure whether I should feel thankful or trapped somehow. Each day, I feel like I'm slipping further into his control and the scariest part? I'm not sure if I even want to resist.

Christopher's presence is always there. Even when he's not around, I can feel him. The way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, it's like he's always in my head.

He owns me, and I know it.

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If I remember correctly three weeks into the job, everything started to shift.

At first, it was small things, Christopher's gaze lingering on my boobs for a second too long, his fingers brushing mine when he handed me something or when we were in a conference room. But then there was Ruby.

One night, when I was working late, I saw her walk into his office. She was wearing a tight transparent red dress, the kind that leaves nothing to the imagination. She was confident, unlike me. When she walked out, her makeup was smeared, her lips swollen. I didn't need to ask what had happened. I could hear them.

The moans. The sounds of pleasure seeped through the door. My heart had pounded, my stomach twisted, but for some reason, I couldn't stop myself from listening.

She was in there again. It was late, and the office was quiet except for the two of them. And of course, me.

My phone buzzed on my desk, and when I saw Christopher's name, my heart jumped. I picked it up quickly, my voice shaking.

"Yes, Mr. Russell?"

His voice was deep and rough, sending shivers down my spine. "Come to my office."

My pulse raced. I knew what was happening behind that door. I knew what I would see. But my feet carried me forward anyway, even though my mind screamed for me to stop.

When I opened the door, I saw Ruby on his desk, completely naked. Christopher was behind her, his hand in her hair as he moved roughly. I couldn't breathe, my face burning as I stood frozen in place, not able to look away.

I tried looking away, but then I was stopped by Christopher's commanding voice.

"Keep watching," Christopher's voice vibrated, his eyes locking onto mine. "Watch what I do to her. And then imagine how it's going to feel if it was you here."

My throat went dry, and my legs felt wobbly like they were about to give out. His stare was so intense, so dark, and I knew I should leave. I should walk away. But I didn't.

I couldn't.

Ruby's moans filled the room, growing louder and louder as Christopher's grip tightened on her. His movements were strong and precise. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and to me.

"Come closer," he ordered, never taking his eyes off me.

I couldn't move. My legs felt like they were stuck to the floor. My mind was screaming at me, but my body refused to listen.

Suddenly, it was over. Ruby's body shook as she finished, her breathing heavy as Christopher pulled away from her. He didn't stop looking at me.

"Leave," he said to Ruby, his voice cold and detached.

She didn't even glance at me as she gathered her clothes and left the room. Maybe, if I had looked at her, I would have seen a self-satisfied smug look on her face.

I stood there, my whole body trembling. The room smelled of sex, and all I could think was how much I wanted to be in her place.

Christopher walked toward me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. When he finally reached me, he touched my cheek, his fingers sending a wave of heat through my body.

"You'll be next, Amelia," he whispered, his voice thick with promise. "And when I take you, you won't leave like she did. Yours will last hours. I would chain you to this office and make sure you won't be able to leave."

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Christopher's POV

I watched Amelia, her chest rising and falling quickly, her face flushed with something she didn't want to admit. Desire. Lust. They were all in her hooded eyes.

She wants me. She just doesn't want to admit it yet.

I turned away, my hand still tingling from the feel of Ruby's body. Ruby was just a distraction, something to pass the time. Ruby knows that. But Amelia? She's different. She's what I want and yearn for. I want to have her. And break her, piece by piece.

She was still standing there, her eyes wide as I took a step closer. I could sense her fear, but more than that, I could sense her curiosity. She wanted to run, but she stayed. She couldn't tear her eyes away from me.

I knew she was listening earlier, the way she shifted in her seat, her body reacting to what she heard. She's probably wet for me right now, but she'll never admit it.

I moved closer, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. She was so fucking soft.

"You'll be mine," I growled. "Soon, you won't be able to fight it."

I leaned down, my lips just inches from her ear. "Everything you want, Amelia... I can give it to you. But it comes at a price."

Her breath hitched, and for a second, I thought she might break right then and there. But she held on. She's stronger than I thought.

Good. It'll make breaking her even more satisfying.

I pulled back, smirking as I watched her tremble. I could feel her heart racing under her skin, her pulse quickening with fear and something else.

"Go home, Amelia," I whispered, my voice soft but firm. "Think about what you saw tonight. Because soon, it'll be you on that desk."

She swallowed hard, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. She just nodded, her movements stiff, like she was trying to hold on to what little dignity she had left. She turned and walked out of the room.

The game has just begun. My face breaks out into a smug smile. I lit a cigar as the events of the day played out in my mind.