Do Me Wrong

by twistedmindundefined

Business. Pleasure. Dashall Pierce has separated the two, and for his own good. After all, the stakes of a high class, multifaceted business and technological company did not rise over night. Everly Montgomery has a chance to change her career path, but when it involves the one person who could ruin her, does the chance still seem appealing? Can business coincide with pleasure?

1. Prologue

He was romantic but he didn't seduce her. It was something she'd never experienced before. He spilled cautiousness all over her like he was hiding every true intention his eyes had shown her and yet, he was truthful to her, giving her what she wanted. He'd filled her with a kind of lust she'd never ever known and it had only been twelve hours.

She sat up only to find out she couldn't move as much as she wanted to. It was dark and of course, she couldn't see much. Draping her arm over her eyes she inhaled a long breath of air before finally sitting up. She was alone in his bedroom and she couldn't decide how comfortable she was with the current situation at hand.

Slowly, she moved the sheet aside and let her legs swing over the side of the bed. Her feet met cold smooth floor and she stood up. With the sheet wrapped around her, she walked over to the heavy door and pushed it open. Usually, doors like that made noise but nothing sounded around her. She looked around anyway as if opening a silent door disturbed the entire penthouse. It didn't.

The hallway was dark, the living room was dark and while she surveyed her surroundings, she noticed that the glass doors to the rooftop terrace were cracked open.

"Dashall?"

For some reasons, she expected an answer. Maybe because she'd just spent hours sleeping with this guy and waking up to an empty penthouse freaked her out. Still, she wandered closer to the two open glass doors. Pressing her hand against the chrome handle she pushed the door open and stepped outside. Faintly, she could see the silhouette of a human body standing against the railing.

"Dashall?" she asked again.

He turned his head at the sound of her voice but didn't look at her so she took a step closer. It was late, the moon was high in the sky and the dark blanket lit up by millions of diamonds was the only thing that gave her comfort.

She took a step closer and then another one and his head straightened. She noticed his hands on the railing, gripping it as if he were in some kind of pain. He said something she couldn't hear, couldn't understand. Moving closer was her only option.

"What… did you say?"

"This was a mistake."