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Warning: This story contains sexual contents, some explicit language and violence.



Breathe Slow

Chapter.3

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It was that inevitable, irritating noise. The noise that her cordial next door neighbor, Susan made pretty much every morning by slamming the door and locking up her door while her keys made bothersome sound. It always pinched her ears and opened up her sleepy hazelnut brown eyes usually around 6 o'clock in the morning. 'I should be moving soon. Why the hell does she have to slam her goddamn door so loud?' She murmured those words to herself and dragged herself to the bathroom. To be honest, her apartment wasn't located in the best or safest part of city. It was situated just a block before the narrows which was still dangerous, where a few money-deprived teenagers sold their bodies every night, notorious mobs traded illegal drugs and homeless wandered around desperately. It was just like the Upper and Lower East side of New York City; where lucid division of rich and poor existed. Other than its location, her flat was on the second floor of the newly built building which was just perfect considering the fact that she only had to climb a few steps. She barely used the elevator since she was claustrophobic. Going into an elevator often packed with complete strangers or even her close neighbors chocked her severely. It was on the second floor, facing right at the River. Even though there was only one bedroom and one bathroom, it didn't depress her or made her feel uncomfortable. It was her only home, where she felt welcomed.

When the bathtub was filled with scorching water, she soaked her left toe to see if it wasn't too hot. She moaned as warm water encompassed her soar foot from wearing red five inch heels for more than nine hours yesterday. Her breath still had that fruity smell of red wine and her stomach was still upset. She shut her eyes and uncontrollably, fell deep into the tub.

After getting out of the bathtub, it was not even 7 o'clock. 'Oh great…I only have to be there at 9. Whatever, there's nothing wrong being just a tiny bit early.' She was still naked and a bit drenched in warm water, going through her appropriate work attire for today. She usually preferred to wear high waist skirts which showed off her voluminous curves, tiny waist and slim legs. She picked up a grey, subtle pencil skirt and chose a navy blue blouse which added great color and brightened up her skin color. She finally picked up a pair of heels which were essential in order to make her look a bit taller. 'This is going to be an eventful day.'

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She walked in the Wayne Enterprises while her black heels hammered the beige granite floor. She pressed the silver button with a little arrow pointing up engraved to it. Victoria was rather glad that she was an hour early because there was absolutely nobody around at that time. When the door opened, the cold breeze coming out from the air conditioner attached on the sides of the elevator welcomed her. Although she had an elevator to herself, her hands were still shaky which made it slightly difficult to press her floor button. The door closed and she could feel the lever pulling up her weight to the thirtieth floor.

When the elevator door opened, she was quite astonished by all the translucent glass doors and walls surrounding the floor. She spotted a desk made out of wood some sort of expensive plastic. She went closer to the desk and found a Toshiba laptop, two telephones with bunch of numbers and codes on them and a little green lamp on it. Everything looked so flawless and neat. Even the garbage can was lined up perfectly next to the desk.

"Do you like it?" She quickly turned around as soon as she heard a male voice whisper into her right ear. He was standing so close behind her that when she turned around, her pointy nose touched his chin.

"Holy shit-" She slightly pushed him away and took a deep breath. "Don't you ever do that again. And pardon for my language if you're offended." Victoria put down her red purse on her new chair and took off her white blazer.

"You're cute when you're scared." Bruce began to laugh almost like an naive kid. Victoria remained calm and didn't laugh.

"I believe that there is a regulation saying that there should be no flirtation between employees here at the enterprises, Mr Wayne." Bruce raised his brow and took off his black leather jacket.

"Victoria, that wasn't a flirt. Please, call me Bruce. It feels and sounds weird every time you call me by my last name. It makes me feel like an old fart." Victoria began to burst out laughing when he portrayed himself as an 'old fart'. "By the way, why are you so early? You're only supposed to be here by 9."

"I got up early this morning. Well, why are you up so early? Mr Fox has informed me that you never come to the enterprises unless you have a meeting. Today's meeting's only scheduled at 11. Also, you're not wearing a suit." She leaned against the desk which gave her butt great support. Bruce watched her carefully and grinned without saying a word.

"Come on, I have to show you something." He grabbed her gelid hand and led her to his spacious office. She was absolutely lost and did not know what he was going to show her or even do to her. She was regretting for leaving her pepper spray in her purse.

"Mr Wayne-"

"It's Bruce. Do you trust me?" She just stared at his brown eyes. Why do guys always ask that question? Why do they have to know if girls trust them?

"Depends on what you mean. But, not right now." Bruce smiled and pressed on the bookshelf he had right behind his desk. He placed his finger on a spot for a few seconds and pressed four digit number code. When the code was inserted, the two shelves separated and a tiny elevator showed up which seemed so small that it could only fit in one person.

"I can't go into that elevator. I'm claustrophobic. You might even have to take me to the emergency room or-" Before she was done explaining her case, he pushed her gently into the elevator and closed the door. The elevator was way smaller than a public bathroom stall.

"If you can't breathe, just hold on to me. I need you to trust me." He wrapped his arms around her waist like a guardian angel. Her cheeks were heating up like boiling water and ironically, she was able to breathe normally.

"It's going to be hot down there." He winked at her as the door opened and again, she didn't know what he meant. As soon as the door opened, she was nearly chocked by the sweltering temperature and high humidity of the place. It nearly felt like she was passing by a hot spring and she began to melt like ice cream.

"You can take off your clothes if you'd like." Victoria watched him take his white v-neck shirt off. It was apparent that he's been doing rigorous exercises for a very long time. She just couldn't get her eyes off of his chest.

"I wonder why they call you the billionaire playboy." Her sardonic tone rather made him laugh. Victoria sighed and only took her navy blue blouse off. She had a white tank top underneath, but it showed enough cleavage that he could see a drop of sweat falling down between her breasts.

"And don't you ever stare at my chest." She pointed her index finger at him and walked around the place.

"Oh, I can't promise that." He watched Victoria as she looked around the room. She seemed disappointed for not being able to find anything intriguing.

"All right, this isn't a spa. Or my office. Or your mansion." She walked closer to him and looked right at him. "So, what is this place?" Bruce silently walked past her and pressed a red button on the wall. The white blinds went up as the button was pressed. It revealed the transparent windows and Victoria found a huge yellow pot containing dark brown liquid.

"Is that what I think it is?" Bruce nodded as she eyes widened.

"I never knew that the Wayne Enterprises manufactured chocolate." Her voice got louder and she placed her wet palms on the window.

"Well, it's rather my private business. I have to keep this room hot and humid in order to make best quality chocolates."

"I would never imagine that billionaire playboy makes chocolates when he has nothing to do." She sighed and looked at him pitifully.

"Girls love chocolates. You know what they also love?" He took two steps towards her, bent down and whispered with his sweet, seductive voice. "Chocolate bath." Victoria frowned as she heard him say 'chocolate bath'. It was the most exotic thing she has ever heard for years.

"I don't think I'm so into that." She tapped his built shoulder and headed to the elevator. She grabbed her slightly wet blouse and pressed the button. Bruce put on his shirt as well and stood next to her.

"Maybe next time I can take you to the department of 'Applied Sciences'. It's in the basement and the only people allowed to go in there are Lucius and I. You'll love it." As the elevator opened she closed her eyes and walked in as if she was entering another spacious room. Bruce got in and pressed a button.

"I don't think I can trust you with that."


A/N: This was absolutely LONGER and I think this one is the best chapter so far (it's only my opinion) just because it`s more descriptive and graphic (I find).

I've posted some pictures of Victoria on my PROFILE and I picture Kate Beckinsale as her (I think she`s a great match for Christian Bale).

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