Chapter 1
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Gabriella's Pov.
I'm just a commoner. I'm a nobody in her old Toyota corolla car.
"He has asked me to be dressed like this?" I asked pointing to the picture of a lady wearing a white shirt with it's first three buttons out and a very mini skirt. When I say mini, I mean a skirt which doesn't need me to bend over before seeing everything.
"Yes." Mr Damon as he had mentioned his name to me the first time he met me replied.
"Can you do me a favor of letting me see him in his house and not his office?" I asked finding it difficult to wear something like the lady in the picture I was holding.
"No favors, you actually agreed to this. You will have to sign the contract in his office." He turns to walk away.
"And make sure you're dressed that way, don't break his rules. He doesn't like disobedient subs." He adds leaving me standing in the secluded parking lot with a bold VIP written on the fine mash net of the parking lot.
"How about dismissing all the employees or letting me pass through an elevator the employees doesn't know exists?" I ask shouting a bit behind him.
"I will tell him that, but don't come without being dressed as requested to." He says as his bodyguard opens the door for him and move to sit shotgun.
Taking my double breasted trench coat of the passenger's seat, I tug it on hiding the cloth requested of me.
I walk in majestically into the organization, but not before reading the boldly written name of the company.
"I should be scared." I mumble loud enough for someone who's standing at a distance to hear, "no one is in sight. What if I'm going to get killed?" I ask myself.
"You requested for all the employees dismissal and you got it. I added a bonus for you and that's leaving the whole building dark during the day." Mr Damon says stepping out of the dark part of the dimly lit building with all its curtains down.
"Thank you." I murmur quickly.
"But, I see you don't keep deals. It's not for me to complain, but I had warned you last week about disobeying his rules. Goodluck." He says and gesture towards an elevator.
"11." He shouts when the doors of the elevator are about to close.
Pressing the button with one on it twice, I rest my back against the wall of the elevator and mumble a slight prayer.
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Nardo's Pov.
I'm seated on my chair which has its back turned to the door and only turning to face the door when the heels clicking on the tiled floor gets louder.
I stare at the door impatiently, waiting for the brown haired lady I had seen in the picture two weeks ago to walk in, but she doesn't. Instead her heels clicking on the floor stops and everywhere is filled with silence before someone knocks my door gently.
"Does she have a hand at all or are they just too tender to knock the door well?" I ask myself quietly.
Staring at the door one more time, I seat back and say. "Come in."
There's a brief hesitation before a lady dressed in cream colored coat walks in.
"Good day Mr..." She trails of when she looks at me. Her mouth opening in bewilderment. It's what every girl, lady and woman does whenever they see me.
"Mr Rucci." She adds removing her hat thereby reveling her brown hair which turns me on.
"Good day to you too." I reply sternly before gesturing with my hand for her to stand beside the seat in front of my desk.
She walks over and stand right in front of my desk.
"Were you not informed about the type of cloth you are to wear today?" I ask her with a hint of anger in my voice.
"I was." She says smiling sheepishly and I shake my head.
I don't think she knows what she's about to get herself into.
"So?" I ask. Anger still hinted in my voice.
"I dressed as you asked me to, I only covered up because I felt naked... Um.. I have never been dressed like this before... I didn't mean to disobey." She stammers as she removes her coat. Reveling her white shirt and black mini skirt.
I let my eyes roam from her legs to her face before settling my gaze on her breasts which looks soft.
"Are they real or fake?" I ask her and she frowns before masking the frown with a fake smile.
"They are real." She replies and I stand up making her step back.
"You aren't suppose to runaway from me." I say angrily and she flinches. Her feet staying glued to where she is.
"Sit." I point to the seat she was standing beside and she sits hurriedly closing her legs together.
I move my hand over her chest and grip her exposed breast before moving my lips to her ear.
"I need to check my toys before I put my money on them." I whisper harshly in her ear and she grips my desk.
"Yes." She whispers closing her eyes and opening them again.
"Yes what?"
"Yes you have to check your toys before placing your money." She whispers unable to concentrate with my fingers trying to find its way into her triangle bra.
Removing my hand after giving her hardened n****e a light squeeze, I walk back to my seat.
"You can wear the coat back if you want." I tell her and she nods before standing up to tug the coat back on.
I don't know where the thought of letting her wear her coat back came from, but I let her wear it back anyway.
"You are?"
"I'm Gabriella Amonte." She replies and I raise my brows.
"Gabriella, are you sure you want to sign this? Do you know anything about being a Sub to a Dom?" I ask.
"I'm sure I want to sign this and I know what it is to be a sub to a Dom?"
Is she asking me?
"Okay. You are to sign this, you still have a choice to open the door right now and walk out." I tell her and she nods.
"Okay sir." She says still sitting.
"Here, read through and sign if you..." She cuts me off by taking my favorite pen and signing without reading through.
"You didn't read through." I tell her.
"Do I need to?"
"You will wish you read through." I tell her and she sighs.
"I won't regret." She says.
If only she knows.
"What's your safeword? I believe you know what a safeword mean."
"Bambino." She whispers.
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