me devil and little me

Chapter 1 Chapter one;Joleen Their kiss had simultaneously reduced in intensity, now gentle as they took time with each kiss. Joleen felt a lot of things at that time and confusion was one of them. His hands reached her firm standing molds and cupped one of them before squeezing it. A moan left her lips but that only gave him a go-ahead. Their lips continued to devour each other with their tongues playing hide and seek. Her hands had subconsciously reached for his neck, holding and caressing him. He furiously detached from her almost pushing her down. "I want this clear, this is not lovemaking, I want you to completely submit to me while I dominate you!" Note: Any where you see the name 'Amanda,' just know it's 'Joleen' I meant to write. ****BEGINNING**** Joleen was racing into the complex, she had never wished she could fly like she did today. It was 2 pm already and the interview was scheduled for 10 Am. She was unforgivably late but she hoped for a Miracle. Her initial plan was to be at Venus Automobile Head Quarters as early as possible for her interview, but her grandmother had needed an urgent scan due to her health condition. Her grandma meant everything to her. She had raised her from when she was 4 after her parents died in a car crash. Her grandma made sure to see her through high school and gave her a roof over her head with all the love she could ever ask for before she was struck with a brain tumor 3 years ago. Joleen was needed at the hospital that morning. She had been on and off the hospital for the last three years and their hope was beginning to fade faster than the early morning dews due to how fast her grandmother's health had depreciated. Joleen was an assistant chef in the private home of one of the prominent men in Texas and even the world in general. A billionaire business mogul who she particularly didn't like that much. Having worked for him for three years, she had never seen him in any kind or soft light towards anyone. Everyone and all his staff were scared of him, a little error could get his most diligent employee sacked. He brought unnecessary tension and Joleen just didn't understand why a man could be so cruel and inconsiderate. Well, the devil only knew cruelty and arrogance, so it made sense to call him Mr. Devil. Speaking of the devil, she was in for a hell of an interview, because not only was she late, but Dennis Wayne the CEO of Venus Automobile, who also happened to be the said "Mr. Devil" would likely be part of the interviewing bodies. Well, if the interview was not over by now. Joleen was Not tall nor was she short, she was 5.6, and she had a brown full long wavy hair. She had an almost round face, full tiny pinkish lips, a very pointy nose, full and well-arched brows. She had dark eyes and really visible long lashes. Most people described her as doll face, pretty and attractive, but her looks had never bothered her or ever thought anything of it. Their head chef didn't call her by her name but called her "pretty face" and always said she didn't look like what she was going through. She was slender and had a pronounced body shape, so she mostly preferred bigger clothes to take attention away from her body. She wore a black below the knee cute flare gown. It was sleeveless so she wore a white T-shirt just underneath it. She accompanied that with a Sneakers. A white and blue trifted Nike which she was lucky to get for 25dollars six months ago. It was her favorite shoe, so yea, she hoped they brought her lucks too. She wore her semi-mini bag crossed on her chest comfortably, she wasn't such a big fan of purses or bags with small handles because she mostly hung her bags crossing her shoulders. She rubbed her sweaty hands against her gown, she was nervous as she walked into through hallway that the receptionist had directed her to take. It was an enormous mansion, she never went to cooperative environments as she never needed to, she didn't belong there. Or maybe that was how she used to think till she saw an article six months ago. Venus Automobile was on the lookout for Automotive designers. (cars designers) It wasn't a field that most people would ever think a woman would have an interest in, now talk more of Joleen Lopez, a twenty-three years old young nobody who had no money or connections. Who only managed to finish high school. She was born and brought up in Texas USA, but her parents and grandparents were originally from Mexico. So, yea, she was part of the minorities in this part of the world. But being a woman or being a disposable part of society wouldn't stop her from following her dreams. After high school, before her grandma became sick, she had enrolled her in a cheap down the street art session. Strange for a girl to be obsessed with automobiles but every art she created was directed toward new cars and machine designs. She managed to get the job as an assistant chef through her grandmother's friend, who had requested she replaced her, following her resignation. The job wasn't paying that much as she was just an assistant, but it was a fair pay. She also had to spend every penny from her job on her grandma's medical bill which she had no regrets doing because her grandma would have done the same and even more. Getting a better job would or even a second job would ease her burden a bit. She was grateful she lived in the staff quarters of the mansion, so she didn't have to pay rent or pay for groceries. She pays all her wages to the hospital most time and even had to borrow from the kind Madam Francisca, their head chef. Anything to keep her grandmother alive was her priority. She reached a little empty waiting room. She decided to go through a door that lead her to a conference room filled with eloquent-looking ladies and gentlemen, and of course, the intimidating Mr. Wayne was there too. Everyone's attention in the room was now suddenly fixed on her. Her limbs had become weak, was she supposed to be interviewed by these people, they looked intimidating. " Who are you? And how can we help you?" A lady whose approach helped loosen her up asked. She was seated beside my Wayne, but she didn't seem like anything like him. She wore a smile and had kind eyes. "I... I... am here for the interview." she had managed to say even though she was sure that everyone in the room felt her voice tremble. "Oh dear, you are late, and the interview has been over an hour ago." Joleen's heart paused for a second as she almost gave up on her quest. She saw how flamboyance exuded from their looks and composure, so she renewed her dreams and ambitions again. "Just five minutes of your time?" She asked. "Please, just take a look at what I have then you can decide." She requested with so much confidence that her sick grandma's thoughts added to her voice. "Interview is over little girl." She heard Mr. Wayne's deep husky voice, he sounded like those male voices from TV commercials, he sounded pleasing, but god might have only wasted such a voice on a douchebag. 'How old was he to her call her a little girl? She wondered. His initial silence wasn't like him. This, this exactly was Mr. Dennis Wayne. Rude, demeaning, and an arrogant spoilt brat. He didn't deserve such physic and face. His body was but like one of those men in the movie '300 Spartans ' Tall, about 6.1 or 6.2 with a broad body. His face was perfectly sculpted. Oval, dark slightly long hair which was laid back. His cheekbones were highly defined. His jaw sat like it was made of concrete. A perfect pointy symmetrical nose. His lips was small and slightly feminine which somehow completed his face to a perfection. His dark hazel eyes slightly narrowed towards her. His face was so perfect, God clearly had favorites. Because with a face like that, he could surely pass as Gods second son or maybe he was just the devil's first son or the devil himself.