Miss.
I was dancing with my headphones on, music blasting.
Ta-da-daaa…
Ta-tttaaa… taaa…
Sebastian lightly touched me.
Aaah—
I clutched my chest.
Oh my God.
“Miss, please forgive me.”
I put my hand on his shoulder.
“It’s fine.”
Then I let out a tired sigh.
“Just don’t tell me Nate pulled something again.”
Sebastian shook his head.
Phew.
“Then what?”
“You’re expected downstairs, Miss.”
I glanced at my watch.
Oh God — already?
But I started getting ready two hours ago.
Actually two hours and twenty minutes.
Why am I always late?
God—
I rushed to the dressing room.
Sebastian discreetly closed his eyes — I was wearing nothing but a nightgown.
“Miss, may I go?”
“Of course, of course.”
The door shut.
My God, where is that dress?
I wanted black.
Figure-hugging. Lace.
Lace everywhere.
And ruffles.
God, I love ruffles.
Alright, where is it—
Or maybe—
Ah—
Oh God—
I tripped and fell.
Idiot. — Hades.
“Get lost.” I kicked at him.
I tried to get up and smacked my head.
“Damn. Are you on something too?” — Hades.
I rubbed my head.
“Too?”
Well, the pretty boy is clearly out of his mind.
I exhaled.
I don’t care.
Let him deal with his own mess.
They disappeared.
I straightened myself again.
Damn, that hurt.
I turned in front of the mirror.
Good. That works.
Lips.
“Baby, you’re pure temptation.” — Mushu.
Exactly.
And I ran.
Halfway down the stairs I remembered my purse.
Damn.
A silhouette by the window.
I didn’t even look who it was.
I just shouted quickly,
“Wait — grabbing my purse and I’m coming!”
Phew.
My heels rang sharply against the wooden steps.
God, why the hell am I rushing like this? He can wait. Nothing’s going to happen.
Alright. I’m here.
Ta-da?
I stretched my arms out, presenting myself in full height.
A silhouette in a black suit stood by the window.
I howled.
“Damn you, Nate! Get off me! Stoooop — what the hell!”
The silhouette turned.
Oh my God.
My jaw dropped.
“Caleb?!”
“What the hell, is that the farmer?” — Hades.
I grimaced.
“He’s not a farmer.”
His hair was neatly, closely cut.
Very carefully dyed?
Colored?
“Damn, you need to ask where he got it done. Looks like it was sun-bleached.” — Ursula.
“Or maybe he was in California. But how does it bleach that perfectly?” — Pocahontas.
I waved them off.
“Shut up.”
“What’s annoying? The guy’s hair looks better than yours.” — Hades and Mushu were cracking up.
“Ha. Ha. Screw you, bastards.”
“He dyed it for me?!”
“What a faggot.” — Hades.
“Shut up!” I kicked the couch and Hades went flying.
His hair was slightly tousled, a bit rebellious.
I love that kind of cut.
God, it suits him.
Caleb’s 34 — and he definitely doesn’t look it.
God, why do men always look so damn young?
Black suit. White shirt.
My favorite combination.
“I’m starting to think we’d sleep with anyone dressed like that.” — Hades.
I brushed it off.
“Caleb, wow… I have no words. I—I—I’m just stunned. You look incredible. I seriously have no words. Caleb… I’m just shocked.”
He hesitated slightly.
“You really like it?”
I immediately deflated.
God, don’t tell me this is torture. That you’re enduring it just for me.
“No, he just loves styling his hair and wearing a suit where his ass sweats.” — Hades.
“Oh, shut up!”
“If you don’t want to, go back to your old look.”
Caleb shook his head.
“If you promise to always look at me like that, I’m in.”
I blushed.
“Can I kiss you?”
Caleb stepped closer.
And I shyly kissed his cheek.
I didn’t want to go anywhere.
And it was horribly embarrassing to admit I was still in the same trap.
I love beautiful men.
God, he’s gorgeous. It’s insane.
New haircut. Suit.
God—
“Look at him. He’s about to devour you. Let’s seduce him.” — Ursula pleaded.
I paused.
Why not?
Wait.
I thought we settled everything when I called him.
“Get it together.” — Hades slapped me.
I tried not to look at his pants.
“Stop staring there.” — Mushu.
Damn it, I’m trying.
“Caleb, sweetie, we can’t pretend nothing happened. I still can’t just be a housewife.”
Caleb grew thoughtful and brought his hand to his lips.
I licked mine. Damn, with lips like that—
“Get it together.” — Hades slapped me again.
I shook my head.
“Sweetheart, what do you think of me?”
Hmm.
Pause.
“I don’t know… You look like a very good boy. Always obedient. Always proper. Caleb, I don’t know… I’m scared I’ll get bored.”
Caleb stepped closer.
I stood still.
He moved closer.
And closer.
Eventually I had to step back toward the wall under the pressure of his body.
“Caleb.”
He leaned toward my neck and lingered there.
“God, he’s dangerous.” — Ursula.
I swallowed.
“Caleb, stop.”
“As you wish.”
And he slid his fingers into my hair.
I moaned.
“Damn, he’s not a good boy.” — Ursula.
Exactly.
“Sweetheart, what do you want to discuss?”
“Damn, he’s serious?!” — Mushu.
“I want… I—I…” I tried to slip out from under his pressure.
Caleb licked his lips.
I jumped back toward the couch.
He stood there like nothing had happened.
“God, where did that switch come from? He was stuttering not long ago.” — Hades.
I swallowed.
Caleb kept approaching.
I started to panic — but the thrill was winning.
I sat on the couch, pretending I was ready to negotiate.
Caleb sat beside me.
Legs spread wide.
Magnificent. Collected. Damn sexy.
“Stop looking at his dick!” — Hades.
“I’m trying, I’m trying, get lost!”
Honestly, it was insanely hard.
My eyes kept drifting to his zipper.
Hades rolled his eyes.
“Ahem. Caleb, I’m serious, we need to—”
He adjusted himself.
I nearly short-circuited.
God, Nazokat, get it together. We can’t just sleep with him.
Hades’ anger transferred to me.
“Caleb! What the hell — stop it!”
He raised an eyebrow.
I snapped.
“You know exactly what I mean! Stop so obviously seducing me!”
Caleb was smiling.
“What a bastard.”
I stood up and started pacing.
“I—I—I can’t do this. I love freedom, Caleb. I have to be able to do whatever I want.”
“That won’t happen, sweetheart.”
I froze.
“What? What did you just say?”
“Darling, that won’t happen.”
I stepped back.
“How dare you say that to me? How dare you limit my freedom?”
“What an asshole.” — Hades.
“No kidding.” — Me.
“I can’t allow that, darling. How am I supposed to just let you go anywhere? What if you need help?”
I stared at him, stunned.
“Help? … Oh. I didn’t think about it like that.”
“Is he protecting us?” — Hades.
“Not sure yet. Maybe he’s sick and hiding control behind ‘care.’ Watch him.” — Brain.
“Copy.” — Me.
“How do you see this working?”
“I’ll have full access to your passwords. Your security system. Your phone. Your laptop. The cameras.”
My jaw dropped.
“What, you want a gynecologist’s certificate too?” — Hades.
I grimaced.
“Get out. That’s insane. None of that is happening.”
I shook my head.
“Damn it, Caleb, you’re unbelievable. That’s how it starts — first under the mask of care, then ‘I control your life.’ That’s not happening. Get out.”
“Darling—”
“Go to hell!”
He raised his hands. “Alright, I surrender. Please, let’s discuss this.”
“Discuss what? What the hell is there to discuss?! You want to lock me up and control me, you fucking asshole!”
“Sweetheart, that’s not it. If you have another solution, please tell me, my angel. I truly don’t know how to protect you if I don’t know where you are.”
“Ahem.” — Hades cleared his throat and looked at me.
I paused.
Damn. I do the same thing. The ‘hamsters’ alone are enough. Hidden cameras. Every single one of mine is under constant watch.
If any of them does something I don’t approve of, I shut it down immediately.
Damn it.
“Karma, baby.” — Hades.
“Shut up.”
I wasn’t ready for this.
Playing on equal ground is a nightmare.
I always keep my hand on the pulse. But someone doing this to me?
God. I don’t know. I’m not sure I want that.
And I control mine because I protect them. I don’t pull hidden strings unless things cross the line.
Caleb waited patiently.
I narrowed my eyes.
“No. That won’t happen. Maximum — some passwords. And not for all devices. No cameras. If I don’t want it — no location tracking either. Even when we fight, you don’t get to track me.”
Caleb raised his hands in surrender.
I squinted at him.
Damn, this man is sexy. And dangerously smart.
Throughout this whole conversation he held his line perfectly. He wasn’t scattered. Not confused.
On the contrary — he was sober. Calculated. He knew exactly how to steer things where he wanted them.
“Keep watching him.” — Brain.
I nodded.
Sex would have to wait.
I’m sure he’s very good at it — and he’d use it against me if he wanted.
Damn, it was so much easier with Nate.
“You wanted someone smarter.” — Hades.
God, but I didn’t want a shark. I wanted someone I could talk to — not someone I’d have to go to war with.
I licked my lips.
I had to admit — the tension and Caleb’s intellect turned me on like hell.
This man was actually smart.
Hmm.
I wondered if he’d played dumb on the first date.
Maybe he did it on purpose.
Right now he didn’t look like someone who forgot how to breathe in my presence.
He was calculated. Cold. Collected.
Hmm.
I leaned toward him.
And gently bit him.
Caleb didn’t move.
Damn.
I slid my fingers under his suit jacket.
He caught my hand.
“Sweetheart, let’s settle business first.”
My heart nearly stopped.
Damn, he was so clear-headed. How was that even possible?
The thrill made my mouth water.
Damn. Looks like he’s not that easy to play.
Damn. Damn.
But God, I loved it.
“Caleb!” I stomped my foot.
He grabbed me and set me down on the couch.
“My sweet angel, we’ll discuss business first.”
I froze.
And slapped him across the face.
He spat to the side.
“Oh, is that how it is?”
And I spat in his face.
Caleb wiped my spit off his face.
Then said,
“Sweetheart. Business first.”

Two feet- BBY

I laughed, stood up, and walked toward the stairs.
Caleb shot up after me.
He followed me into the bedroom.
I raised an eyebrow.
He took off his jacket.
Then carefully began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Oh my God—” — Ursula.
“No kidding.” — Me.
And we bumped fists.
Caleb walked over and grabbed my jaw.
“Sweetheart.”
I lifted my chin and pushed his hand away.
He pushed me back onto the bed.
And carefully slid his fingers under my dress.
I moaned with pleasure.
He squeezed my thighs.
I screamed and hit him.
“Damn it, careful!”
He bit me.
I yelled.
“Caleb, for fuck’s sake, careful!”
But it felt like he wasn’t listening.
I bent my leg and kicked him.
Then grabbed my telescopic baton.
Click.
Caleb sat down, looking perfectly calm.
I swung and struck.
He caught the baton.
And threw it aside.
I slapped him.
He spat, then immediately grabbed me and pinned me to the floor.
“Caleb—”
I grabbed his jaw.
“Careful, you fucking bastard.”
He smiled.
“As you wish, Miss.”
I threw my head back.
No need to think long — he wants darkness.
I stood up and picked up the baton again.
Swung.
A direct hit to the jaw.
His nose broke. His gums were bleeding.
He tried to get up.
“On your knees!”
Caleb raised his hands, complying.
I circled him.
And kicked him between the shoulder blades.
He fell onto the carpet.
I grabbed him by the hair and pulled.
He didn’t resist.
“Sit.”
He straightened again.
I struck him with the baton once more.
Blood ran thick and dark.
I doubled over.
Damn.
God, that turns me on.
Caleb smiled crookedly.
What a bold little bastard.
I threw the baton aside.
And rushed into his arms.
He wrapped his arms around me.
And pulled my hair tight in his fist.
I cried out in pain.
And slapped him again.
“Careful, bastard.”
He loosened his grip slightly.
“Like this?”
He howled with pleasure.
“You filthy little whore.”
I kicked him again.
His jaw cracked audibly.
I pretended I felt sorry.
“Does it hurt?”
He smiled.
And carefully laid me down on the carpet.
Caleb above me.
I was losing my mind from pleasure.
Oh my God.
Caleb, true to himself — unbelievably rough.
“Damn bastard—”
“Ah—”
“Damn!”
I screamed.
He licked his lips.
“Asshole.”
Eventually I was so exhausted
that I pushed him away.
“Enough!”
Caleb looked stunned.
I waved him off.
“You can handle the rest yourself. I’m tired. You wore me out.”
He kissed me gently.
And I slipped under the warm, soft blanket.
“You sick bastard.”
He smiled and lay down beside me.
“That farmer’s completely nuts.” — Hades.
“No kidding.”
“No kidding.”
“Hope he doesn’t choke us in our sleep.” — Hades.
“We’ll find out in the morning.”