Dominant culprit

Back in the house Claire was seated on the couch , her legs crossed as she reminisced on everything that has happened in the past few days, she took a glimpse at the contract then back at the elevator.

Darrell was nowhere to be found, she was left alone in a big house, with steamy choices of food on the kitchen counter, fridge and cupboard,

‘Does he see me as a glutton’, she thought to herself , as she gulped down her last drink, she refilled her glass ones more, before the elevator door chimed. Claire walked towards the elevator, and she opened it, for his access.

He walks in with a poker face, like nothing had happened earlier. She expected that too, but waited for him to confront her about the contract she had seen in her room.

Darrell ignored every trace of discomfort she had on her face, walked into the room like he saw no one there, he took his bath, then resided in his library.

This makes Claire’s heart heavy, is her body worth the mission, Lorenzo has given her little to no codes to use in accomplishing this mission, and being a submissive was never a part of it, and she being one means she wouldn’t be so free around him, to know his ins and out, and how to pin him down.

The rules on the document clearly states she wasn’t allowed to ask personal questions, she was literally not allowed to do anything without his permission, with cliche advantages of getting everything money can buy,

She could literally get anything money could buy, well not all, but she was capable of getting things that made her comfortable, so she thought she paced around the house, looking for Darrell, and there were only two places she could find him.

Either the library or the art gallery he had in his house, she walked into the art gallery, it was dark and empty. He wasn’t there. He hasn’t said anything ever since he came back, her last thread of hope was held in her palm as she slowly walked towards the library.

The door was open and she peeks right through, hoping he would be there, the gap were wide enough for her to see half the view of the room, darrel was seated on a drafting chair, his legs crossed, and a reading glasses over his eyes, a reading light just before him, his alluring raven dark hair fell on his face, giving him the look of the devil himself.

” why the fuck do bad boys have to be the prettiest” she cursed beneath her breath as the view before her was as animated as the pictures he painted, it was naturally edited.

“Are we going to pretend you are not staring? He asked, making Claire yelp in shock,

Even during her agency stages her hearing skills weren’t so sharp, and picky but how does he know every time she was there nothing could ever get past him, she thought, but how does he not know my identity, how does he not know i am here to wreak havoc on his life.

Don’t think about it Claire , Marley has it covered,

“well, i saw…i saw a document you left” she stuttered as she slowly walked into the room. ” Yes, I need your signature on it” he said, with no trace of emotion in his voice.

” Why?”.

“that’s the kind of relationship i do, anything other than that i am simple allergic to it” he said, obviously in a sarcastic manner, Claire scoffed,

” i am allergic to your king of relationship as well” she said trying to go with the flow the dark aura surrounding his arrival was slowly fading away and she could feel her muscle relax.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

” that means you are allergic to me as well, ” he said, his face scarce of any form of emotion .

” and i only accepted you coming here because you were desperate, you having the contacts of my drug dealing contacts have nothing to do with me, you don’t have proof” he said, in a cold manner.

Claire had expected that there was nothing the police or the FBI could do with such little information, that was why she was sent down here, he was an asset, and he knew it, he also knows the law, and that makes it harder than it should be, she felt defeated already.

Can the day get any worse than it already is?,

“Get everything you ever want, or go back to being normal, like everyone else, the devil doesn’t give without collecting, but we all have choices, so choose” he said smiling as his sermon had created a dent in her pride.

You can do this Claire, she hyped her fallen ego, “Well, I will adjust some of your silly demands, i don’t do anal, i won’t be naked throughout the day, i won’t!, i won’t call you sir, I won’t succumb to being flogged…

Neither will i tell you when i masturbate, i would not let you punish me, i wont, i wont let you use painful sex dolls on me, i won’t cook for you, neither will i dress to please you.. And so many more!”

she was blinking profusely as she stammered

“Do you agree to being my submissive?” he asked, smiling like a school boy, ” no, yes, maybe get out!” She huffed.

Claire was confused, a small part of her wants to know what this bad boy she had been lusting over for days can do. While she is cuffed, the other part helps her dignity and pride upfront, begging for a retreat

Darrel stared at her now, his transparent glasses could expose his pupils, her body began to quiver once again, the shock of seeing his eyes so closed, made her brain shut down earlier.

And now, seeing him from a distance, it glowed, it was like a devil’s eyes without glasses, what color is that?, she asked within herself.

Darrel smirks, pain dawdling in his face, as he catches a glimpse of Claire’s face, she shudders in fear, “are your eyes so red?” she asked, he smiled, still coming closer. Claire took a step back, as her heart leaped in her mouth.

” yes”