Darker – Chapter 12
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Last time on Darker…
"In time, Beca. I have to be sure you can handle it. I'm just not ready to divulge my darkest secrets to you...not yet."
"So, there is more..."
Closing his eyes, he nodded slowly. "And once you know the entire truth, you'll want nothing to do with me."
Holy shit!
And now…
This is what you wanted...
The words repeated like a deranged mantra while I shook my head in disbelief. What happened next couldn't be explained if I tried.
WARNING! THIS NEXT PART CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR EVERYONE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OR SKIP OVER IT...YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
With candles illuminating the room, sandalwood incense and the seductive voice of Beyoncé filled the space I've become accustomed to calling the Red Room of Pain, would become the place the last of my innocence would be taken from me. Braided and in all my naked glory, I've waived my rights and consented to the unspeakable.
What have I done?
Blindfolded, ball gagged and restrained; I was confined to a cube-shaped piece of furniture covered in the softest leather with metal hooks to fasten my ankles and wrists. I was collared with chains hanging from D rings on the leather accessory, connected to metal nipple clamps while my throbbing breasts dangled freely over the edge.
Like some kind of bitch in heat, I was bent over with my ass up in the air, anticipating the worst fate possible that would come at the expense of engaging in sexual deviance at its finest. With no contract to hide behind or safe words to spew, I was at the mercy of my dominant, Jesse Swanson.
Without any warning, cold lubricant was squirted onto my bare skin, then spread evenly over my rump. Unable to hold back my groans I sucked in my breath as the slippery substance was massaged into my flesh and made its way between my half globes and into my nether region.
"Since you no longer have any limits..." The unmistakable voice of Jesse trailed off as his long digits filled my slippery orifices. "This is what you wanted..." He teased, worming his fingers deeper inside. "And now I'm going to have you...my way."
Removing my ball gag and blindfold, the image before me was disturbing to say the least. Adjacent to us were bleachers with seats filled with people of my past and present applauding the main attraction; me. I could hear the voices but couldn't make out what was being said however, their expressions said it all. With the Bella's front and center they cheered me on like I was some kind of variety show contestant being judged on a hidden talent, my mother mouthed something about following my heart while my father glared at me in disapproval.
And then I saw him...
Jesse was shirtless and only wearing tight black leather pants with an opening cut out for his dick which was larger than I'd ever seen. It had to be at least a foot long, wider than my fist and growing by the minute.
Stroking himself I was mesmerized by its generous size until I felt the beaded tips of a flogger stinging my backside.
What the fuck? Who...?
Unable to turn around the lashes continued while wicked laughter from a familiar voice was heard. I would recognize that evil cackle anywhere. It was her, Mrs. Robinson who was executing her role as co-dominant.
How dare he let her near me!
Jesse said he would never share me. Then what the fuck was this? What the hell was going on? Could this be one of his secrets? Did he exploit his subs this way?
"That's enough slave!" She shrieked as she delivered a painful whip in his direction. "Claim her ass now or I'll do it myself!"
Oh...hell no! She wouldn't...
Looking up at Jesse he was a shell of the man I once knew. Lacking any warmth he was expressionless as he knelt down and held onto his member as though it was his life force. He looked to be in a dazed state and incapable of eye contact, but I had to get through to him.
"Jesse!" I pleaded softly for his ears only. "Look at me." There was no response, instead he stroked himself more making his family jewel even larger. "Please...don't do this." I begged quietly as he pulled down on my braid in back, and before I had a chance to protest he thrust his engorged penis passed my lips and down my throat.
"Shut up and suck!" He whisper shouted, his demands coming through a clenched jaw as he pushed himself deeper. This wasn't the Jesse I knew, this dude was under some kind of spell and obsessed with his prized possession while I struggled to give him what he ordered.
I did the best I could without gagging as the lashings continued to my rear until I felt something tease me there.
What the hell?
Feeling repulsed I tensed up and felt the object ease inside. Whatever it was, it was cold and metallic as it was slowly guided further inside. It was painful at first but not as unbearable as imagining who it was plugging me. While he continued to fuck my mouth I felt myself become disoriented as my reality became more distorted. At that very moment I realized my virgin ass was being prepped to be claimed by my domme, Jesse who was under the control of his former dominatrix, Gail.
My jaw ached from the act of fellatio as I tried to accommodate his immense size which gave me a pounding headache. Withdrawing himself Jesse came around and toyed with the object protruding from my rear. Twisting it gently, he tugged on the plug, then pushed it deeper inside while pumping his digits into my spasming core. I couldn't deny it any longer, it felt so fucking awesome that I was unable to hold back my unrelenting climax.
"This is what you wanted..." He spoke seductively. The mantra continued on repeat while my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Yes. This is what I asked for...
The idea of something so large filling me was terrifying however my body continued its deception by secreting my arousal like some kind of defective geyser. I was so far gone that I didn't realize my nipple clamps had been removed by the bitch who was now mercilessly swatting at them with her fucking flogger.
"Get away from me!" My protest came out slurred and lacked conviction. "You fucking bitch! Don't you dare touch me!" I hissed with a sense of resignation, losing willpower to fight back.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" She barked, putting the ball gag in place to silence me. "Your submissive is ready!" She announced, sending a whip in Jesse's direction. "What the hell are you waiting for? DO IT NOW!"
Feeling the object being extracted, my body tensed knowing what was next. Without any delay Jesse's member slapped my ass as his fingers spread me wider. With his soft mushroom tip teasing the rim, the unspeakable happened.
With one swift motion he grunted and forced his way inside while I yelled out in agony and felt myself rip apart. It was sensory overload as I screamed bloody murder against the ball gag and yanked on my restraints. The pain was excruciating and nothing I'd ever experienced as I continued to spiral down the contorted path to hell.
"This. Is. What. You. Wanted." His voice staccatoed with each deliberate thrust as he continued to drive himself deeper while I prolapsed wider, slipping further away from reality and closer to my happy place. At that moment I prayed to God I could survive this torment and find my way to trance, but it wouldn't come soon enough as the unbearable onslaught continued.
"I told you I would be watching, Beca." Yanking my braid down in back she forced me to look at her and chuckled at my expense. "If you ever hurt him again, I'll find you and make you suffer a worse fate than this." Her threat was delivered and received with her wicked laughter being the last thing I heard before succumbing to subspace.
Waking up with a start I realized it was a dream; a goddamn nightmare brought on by Jesse secrets, Gail's threats and my fear of the unknown. Spooning me from behind he was sound asleep with his arm and leg draped over me while he nuzzled my neck.
We were back at his penthouse after spending the majority of the day on his beautiful yacht back at the marina. With Jesse admitting to having a darker secret that could possibly drive me away, the wheels were spinning in my head wondering what it could be. He said he never fathered a child nor committed a crime, then what was it? Did this have anything to do with his biological parents? The more I thought about it the more it bothered me. What could be so terrible that would make me run for the hills?
Our lovemaking onboard his yacht concluded with an argument and then there was the uncomfortable silence on the way home. Returning to the penthouse we met with security and was debriefed on the measures put in place for our protection. It was an emotional day and I was exhausted on so many levels that I refused dinner, opted for a quick shower then turned in early, and alone.
As I laid next to Jesse I still loved him but felt a sense of betrayal and pulled away from him. Wrapping my semi-naked self in the high thread count sheets, speculation continued to occupy my mind. The night I lost my innocence, Jesse admitted to hurting one of his subs during an act of suspension. Was it a permanent injury? Did he accidentally kill her? Stacie mentioned a while back that she knew the girl, perhaps I should ask her.
What the hell was he hiding from me?
"I can hear you thinking." Jesse mumbled sleepily. "Speculation will only drive you crazy."
"Yeah...well keeping secrets from me isn't making me love you more." He sighed with frustration at my comment. "Why won't you tell me?" I asked, turning over to face him. "Does she know?"
"Who...Gail?"
"No...Mother Theresa. Yes...Gail." My sarcasm sent his eyes rolling.
"Yes...she knows everything about me."
"I see." The hurt in my voice couldn't be masked as I exhaled in discontent. "After all we've been through, you still don't trust me."
"C'mon Beca, of course I do." He admitted, hooking a tendril of hair behind my ear. "I'm just not ready."
I sighed then delivered a painful blow. "Then I'm not ready to be yours." My words stung him as I pushed his hand away and turned over.
"Where are you going?"
"Anywhere but here."
Grabbing a robe from the connecting master bath, I stormed out of the room and entered the dark living area. I thought about making myself a stiff drink but reconsidered due to how late it was and the fact that a few hours from now I would be starting my internship. Settling for ice water I walked over to the floor to ceiling glass and contemplated my future while watching the lights twinkle from adjacent high rise buildings and various aircraft floating across the clear dark sky. After several minutes I was no longer alone.
"There you are." He spoke softly, approaching me from behind. Placing his hands on my shoulders I felt his lips on the back of my neck. "Please don't be upset. I'm really trying to be more...It's ju-"
"I can't stay here." My interruption caught him off guard.
"No! Don't do this."
"I'm sorry Jesse, I love you but I can't be with someone who's withholding secrets from me. If we can't be honest with each other, then we have no future."
Sighing in resignation Jesse continued on. "You're right." Turning around to face him I saw his pained expression. "Please don't give up on us."
"I'm not," Sipping my drink. "But I don't deserve to be treated this way."
"No...you don't." His agreement gave me hope. "This is all still very new to me. You're my first real relationship and the only woman I've ever loved." He paused to take a deep breath. "I'll tell you everything but I need to talk to Dr. Moss first."
"You seem to forget I'm new at this as well."
"Yeah...you are, but you're so much better at it than I am." Nodding at his comment I couldn't conceal my smirk. "Please come back to bed and let me show you how much you mean to me."
"No." I responded quickly. "You can't solve our problems with sex. I need mo-"
Before I could finish my sentence his lips were on mine. No matter how upset I was with Jesse I couldn't deny him. For my body had a terminal condition and he was the only known cure. Pushing me backwards until my backside hit the glass he unknotted the sash on my robe and his hands were on me in an instant. "You're right but this is what I know." His voice trailed off as he placed my ice water down and latched onto my neck.
"No Jesse, not like this." I breathed, trying my best to resist his ministrations, but with his strong hands and mouth on me I was failing miserably as involuntary moans escaped from within. With the last bit of willpower I pushed him away. "Please...don't!" My protest had less conviction but my message was received as he halted his advances. Staring into my soul Jesse held my face between his palms and applied his lips to my forehead.
"I know I don't deserve you but I love you so much." He gushed, speaking from his heart. "I'm sorry I keep hurting you but I'm still fifty shades of fucked up...remember?" Nodding with understanding I encouraged him to continue. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't want to fuck it up. I promise to tell you everything, I just need some time to figure things out."
Figure what out?
With my subconscious playing judge, jury and executioner part of me wanted to give up, but here we were five weeks from that first meeting in his office. Jesse had come a long way in letting me touch him, share his bed and home, but most importantly, he let me into his heart. How could I abandon us when we were make such good progress?
A small smile formed on my lips. "Okay. I'll stay. Just don't keep me waiting too long. Talk to your shrink and figure this shit out."
"I will." He sighed in relief. "I'll call him today, but right now, I want you." Letting out my own sigh my desire and lust for him took over. Without another thought Jesse body slammed me against the glass, held my hands above my head and pressed his lips to mine. With my robe already open my tank top was pushed up, making my breasts spring free. Filling his hands with me I was kneaded while hungry open-mouth kisses consumed me. Lowering his head he suckled my breasts, making me weak in the knees as I struggled to remain standing. Practically panting I brought his lips to mine and returned his kisses with reckless abandon, biting down on his lower half. Pulling away Jesse licked blood from the wound just created then re-pinned me against the cold surface.
"Fuck Beca! What have you done to me?"
"I might ask you the same." My breathless comment seemed to set him off as he removed my robe, dipped his hand inside my underwear and plunged his fingers inside. Feeling my wetness, Jesse closed his eyes and groaned softly. "Oh God!" I tossed my head back. "Get a condom!" My urgency wasn't alone as Jesse produced a foil packet from his pajama bottoms pocket which made me chuckle because the dude was always ready for action.
"This is going to be fast." He spoke softly between kisses, removing my panties. "I don't know how long I can hold back." Practically panting he struggled to remain in control while I freed him from his PJ's. Noticing he was already erect with oozing pre-cum from his slit, I was turned me on even more knowing I hadn't even touched him yet. "Wrap your legs around me, baby."
Holding onto his neck he supported my weight and slid easily inside. With our kisses deepening he held onto my butt cheeks and pressed me against the glass as I was deliciously filled.
Grunting in unison Jesse pumped my core until I felt the beginning of tiny explosions originating from within. I was on the brink of exploding but held back, for him.
"I can't hold it!" He struggled to contain himself and grunted to maintain control.
"It's okay babe...I'm there." I whispered against his lips. "Let it go!"
And boy did he...
With the loudest groan I'd ever heard, Jesse released his seed into my depths which triggered my own climax. I would never grow tired of sex with Jesse for each time we were intimate was different and better than the time before. As my pelvic muscles contracted around him we sloppily kissed and cried out as we basked in our afterglow. As soon as we were somewhat recovered, with my legs still wrapped around him, Jesse carried me to the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind us.
"I hope you're not tired, Miss Mitchell." His suggestive tone brought a smile to me as I was gently lowered onto the bed. "Because I have no intention of letting you sleep."
Letting out a soft groan I pulled Jesse down and snaked my arms around his neck. "I'm happy to hear that Mr. Swanson, because I wasn't exactly done with you either."
The following morning...
I must have been excited about starting my new job because I was awake before the alarm went off. With Jesse still asleep I snuck off to shower to get ready. Searching for an appropriate outfit for my first day all I could find was short skirts and dresses. Damn it! I thought to myself. I'd forgotten the psycho bitch destroyed my stuff and some personal shopper was hired by the pompous ass to replace my wardrobe; no more plaid button down shirts or skinny jeans to wear. Sighing to myself I settled on a red and black plaid skirt and black button down blouse. My leather jacket and tall black boots were still in tact so I opted to wear them to complete the ensemble. With my skimpy undergarments in place I disappeared into the bathroom to blow dry my hair and put on my face.
With my hair and makeup completed I entered the bedroom to find Jesse awake with his arms crossed below his head admiring the view as I stood before him in my skimpy undergarments. "Mmm...remind me to thank Mrs. Bennett."
"Who?"
"The personal shopper who picked out your clothes."
Narrowing my eyes at him I tossed a hand towel in his direction sending him into a fit of laughter. "You're such a perv!
"Oh yeah? Well you're fucking hot." Emptying his lungs he had a predatory look. "C'mere...I want to tell you something."
"Um...I've got to get ready and so do you, mister."
"Nah...I think I'll take the day off."
"You...play hookey?
"I do own the company."
"True."
"You should stay home with me so I can violate you some more."
"Not that it's tempting but it's my first day of work. I really need to get going."
"No you don't. I make plenty for both of us." He paused patting the seat next to him. "I want to take care of you, Beca. You don't have to work, plus," He paused. "She's still out there."
Kayla was never too far from our minds. She was unstable, armed and her whereabouts were still unknown. Sitting down on the bed I stroked Jesse's cheek.
"I appreciate the offer but what would I do if I didn't work? If you haven't noticed by now, I'm not exactly the domestic type. I want to produce music, and that won't happen unless I work and get my name out there."
He sighed in resignation. "Fine...I get it, but I don't want you leaving this place by yourself. Benji, Don or I will accompany you at all times."
"Aren't you going a little overboard about this? I'll be fine."
"How do you know that?" He exhaled deeply and ran his fingers through his messy hair. "If anything ever happened to you, I could never forgive myself."
"Babe...I feel the same about you." My admission brought a smile to him. "Look, I'll be careful and even let you guys chauffeur me around as long as you let me work. I have to be able to earn a living and do this for myself."
After a while, Jesse caved in.
"This is why I love you so much." He gushed. "C'mere." Leaning down Jesse captured my lips in a sweet kiss. "I respect that and will now get my lazy ass up." He complained, getting out of bed.
I couldn't help myself and playfully slapped his bare ass as he strolled passed me to the en suite bath. The action left us both laughing as Jesse went to shower and I finished dressing.
After a sit down breakfast prepared by Mrs. Clark, Jesse and I were off to work. It didn't matter where we were or what time it was, entering any elevator was like an invitation to lust after one another. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife as we continued our descent to the garage level. As soon as the doors slid open we were greeted by Jesse's entrusted personal assistant.
"Good morning." With his composure in tact Jesse was back to being his usual serious self.
"Good morning to you too, Sir." He paused. "Ms. Beca."
"Benji!" My cheery disposition softened his demeanor. "Yesterday I was Mrs. Applebaum." My lighthearted comment broke down his tough guy facade as he was unable to hold back his grin.
"That has a nice ring to it." He joked back making me smile.
Looking rather perturbed, fifty shades of fucked-up-ness was back. "Are you two done?"
"Yes Sir...my apologies." Benji quickly recovered, slid into the driver's seat of the black SUV and waited for us to clamber inside.
I couldn't believe it. Jesse was jealous of our little exchange. "Dude! It meant nothing!"
"I don't know about that anymore, you two seem pretty chummy these days." He paused. "Should I be worried?"
Seriously?
"First of all, I'm fond of Benji for the way he looks after you and how he helped bring us back together, and second of all...I'm not attracted to him." Reaching up I placed a chaste kiss to Jesse's lips. "Like I told you yesterday, my heart, body and soul belong to you."
"Damn straight they do." He responded. "You're mine, and don't you ever forget it."
I won't...
About twenty minutes later we pulled up to Capitol Records Tower
"So...any first day jitters?" Jesse asked, helping me down from the vehicle. With my skirt being so short I was worried I would flash half of Hollywood.
"No. I'm just going to be moody and distant. Artists love that...right?"
"I know I love that." Jesse teased with a sexy smile. I was glad to see him in a better mood but then my nerves started up.
"This is a big deal...right?"
"Yes...it's a very big deal." He paused to give me a quick kiss, then handed me my laptop bag. "Here you go. Get in there and kick some ass at this internship like I know you can."
"Yes, Sir." I joked and mock saluted him. "I'm going..."
As I was about to enter the building I heard something that literally made me cringe.
"Nothing's going to stop my girl!" He yelled for all of Southern California to hear. It was so out of character for Jesse that I couldn't hold back my giggle.
"I don't know him!" I yelled back to anyone within ear shot of our spectacle, not bothering to turn around.
"That's not what you told me this morning when you kept calling my name!"
Running back to Jesse I cupped my hand over his mouth. "Shh! Don't you have a company to run?"
Jesse snickered. "I love making you flustered." Pulling me into his arms he kissed me passionately. "Have a good first day and tell me all about it later. Benji will be right here at five to pick you up. Laters, baby."
"You too dear. Have a good day at the office." My comments amused him as he gave me a final kiss, then spun me around. Giving me a quick slap on the ass I walked away and disappeared into the landmark building.
Entering the lobby I flashed my I.D. at the front desk and was asked to wait while a call was made to announce my arrival. After a few minutes I was told to take the elevator to the 10th floor and check in with reception upstairs. In a matter of minutes a twenty something Latino looking male peaked from the side door.
"Psst...are you Rebeca?"
"Yeah...that's me but, call me Beca."
"Cool! I'm Dax. Barb...I'll take it from here." He waved to the attractive brunette and we were off. "Keegan, our boss sent me to get you processed and then we have our weekly team meeting." The young man with curly hair continued. "Do you like coffee?"
"Um...sure?" My answer came out as more of a question which made my new colleague tilt his head with confusion. "Doesn't everyone?"
"Awesome! I'll show you the break room afterwards. Since you're the newest on the team you'll be on caffeine duty. C'mon, we don't have much time."
After a quick orientation with Human Resources and a mug shot for my work badge I noticed the name 'Residual Heat Studios' was indicated instead of Capitol Records.
"Hey...what's this?" I asked, holding up my key card.
"Oh! That's our label. We're a sub company of Capitol. We produce the weird shit like Lady Gaga's children's album and John Malkovich's solo project. Who would've thought...right?" I acknowledged him a quick nod. "But wait until you see who's gonna be in the booth this week."
Dax's enthusiasm was addictive and he exuded more feminine traits than I did. He was clearly a homosexual and more gay than Christmas; I loved his type and knew we would become friends. As he continued to whisk me around the office I set down my belongings at my assigned cubicle, said hello to a few people then followed everyone into the conference room. Spotting an ottoman in back, I claimed it for myself and observed the room fill up with collaborators of all types.
Feeling a little too exposed in my short skirt I crossed one leg over the other and attempted to look professional. Damn that Mrs. Bennet and her skimpy outfits. I bet that arrogant ass had something to do with it.
Entering the room, a light colored African American man in his early to mid thirties in Ray Bans took his position in front. I assumed this was our boss as he grabbed the remote control and pointed it at the wall mounted screen. A still of Snoop Dogg popped up and apparently he wanted to make a holiday album. Keegan, who had the shiniest bald head immediately asked for suggestions to make this record unique. The first and only one to speak up was Dax who turned out to be the boss's nephew and had the craziest ideas that made this multi Grammy winning producer roll his eyes in frustration.
"Take a lap." Our boss ordered as Dax whined, reluctantly rose to his feet and ran circles around the room. "Anybody else? Does anyone have any 'good' ideas? C'mon people...be careful what you pitch."
You could hear the crickets...
I wanted to speak up but it was just too soon. Plus, it was only my first day and the dude seriously intimidated the crap out of me, and from what I saw, I wasn't alone.
"You guys are supposed to be the best of the best. What the hell am I paying you for!?" Keegan grumbled in frustration. "Alright...fine! You've got forty-eight hours to come up with something or you're all fired."
Holy shit! Was he being serious?
As the room emptied I was asked to stay behind.
"Um...who are you?" My boss asked, yanking my I.D. badge off my skirt belt loop. "It says you're Rebeca Mitchell." I nodded, and just as I was about to say something he cut me off and closed the door. "H.R. just sent me your paperwork but I haven't had time to review it." Licking his lips he eyed me from top to bottom making me feel uncomfortable. "Besides enhancing this place with your physical attributes, what is it you do?" Clearing my throat I couldn't believe this guy was obviously hitting on me, and then this happened. "Mmm...with legs like that you must be quite flexible. Please tell me you're single."
My eyebrows literally disappeared into my hairline as my jaw dropped. "Um...no actually, I ha-
"You've got tattoos, and an ear spike." He interrupted before I could finish my sentence. "Are you a lesbian?"
"HA!" I couldn't hold back and busted up laughing. "No...I'm not, but thank you for that." I paused to take a breath. "As for why I'm here, I want to produce music."
"You know...this industry is very competitive. It's not just having talent anymore." He paused, undressing me with his eyes. "It's who you know and what you can offer. It's a two-way street Regina, and I can make things happen for you in ways you never dreamed."
"Um...thank you."
Keegan nodded approvingly, slithered closer and leaned in to whisper. "Just how close are you and this boyfriend of yours?"
The guy was clearly a douchebag and had the memory of a flea since he already forgot my name. Without saying another word I'd had enough of his womanizing ways and moved away from him. As much as I looked forward to interning here I knew I needed to dress down and keep my distance from this creep.
"Um...I'm just going to get settled in at my desk."
"Fair enough." He must have sensed my discomfort and backed off. Handing me back my badge I tightened my lips in a straight line while walking passed him, opened the door and crossed the office to my workspace.
After a couple of hours of working on the Snoop Dogg project, an email notification popped up on my screen to alert me of an incoming message.
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FROM: Jesse
TO: Beca
SUBJECT: First day jitters
Good morning Miss Mitchell. In spite of a little drama, this weekend was the best ever. I hope your first day is agreeing with you.
I also heard through the grapevine that 'Residual Heat' is breaking away from Capitol Records. The acquisition goes through in a few weeks.
Delete this email after you've read it.
Miss you already. XOXO
Jesse Swanson
Loving boyfriend & CEO, JS Enterprises
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How would he know about Residual Heat no longer being part of Capitol when there hasn't even been a press release? I didn't even know the sub-company existed until this morning. Jesse admitted a while back to doing background checks on all of his employees, colleagues and subs; he must have done mine and did some digging into this internship. Giving it some more thought Jesse was taking calls from work all weekend and seemed pleased with himself while at the Jaguar dealership. Did he seal the the deal while I was test driving my new ride?
He wouldn't. He couldn't. Did he?
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FROM: Beca
TO: Jesse
SUBJECT: Fess Up
Good morning Mr. Swanson. I enjoyed the weekend as well especially all the cardio we got in, but now I have some questions for you.
1) How did you get my work email address
2) What have you done?
ILY...
Rebeca Mitchell
Suspicious & Fit Girlfriend and Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios
Satisfied with my message, I hit send.
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FROM: Jesse
TO: Beca
SUBJECT: Acquisition
I may have acquired a new production company that's making waves in the music industry.
If we're going to continue this convo it shouldn't be on company email where messages are monitored. Delete this email and text me.
Jesse Swanson
Loving boyfriend, CEO, JS Enterprises & Soon-to-be Residual Heat Studios
That son of a bitch did it! Hitting reply...
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FROM: Beca
TO: Jesse
SUBJECT: What the hell?
Let me understand this. You bought the company I work for so now you're my boss?
Rebeca Mitchell
Pissed off girlfriend and Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios
Clicking on send...
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FROM: Jesse
TO: Beca
SUBJECT: Hierarchy
Actually...In 4 weeks I'll be your boss's, boss's, boss. Are you really that upset about this? The company is signing some good talent but is being mismanaged. It's good business, nothing more.
Delete this email and text me.
Jesse Swanson
CEO, JS Enterprises
I can't believe he's done this. Control freak! Hitting reply...
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FROM: Beca
TO: Jesse
SUBJECT: Sleeping with the enemy
And your decision had nothing to do with me working here. Be honest or I quit. I should resign anyway since my ethics are now in question. Sleeping with the boss does not sit well with me.
Rebeca Mitchell
Fuming girlfriend and soon-to-be ex-Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios
Take that! Clicking on send...
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FROM: Jesse
TO: Beca
SUBJECT: Ethical Dilemma
Be careful what you put in email. What's this ex-Production Assistant crap? I thought you'd be happy about this. Knowing the right people could boost your career in ways you never dreamed of. Please delete this email.
Jesse Swanson
CEO, JS Enterprises
Haven't I heard this before? Clicking on reply...
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FROM: Beca
TO: Jesse
SUBJECT: On my own
Keegan, my current boss used those same words with me this morning. Thank you but I'll get there on my own merit.
Rebeca Mitchell
Proud & Independent Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios
Take that pompous ass! Clicking on send...
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FROM: Jesse
TO: Beca
SUBJECT: Slimeball
Speaking of your current boss, I ran a background check on him. Keegan's got several Grammy's under his belt but his rep with female interns is very sketchy. I want you to stay clear of him.
Jesse Swanson
Concerned boyfriend & CEO, JS Enterprises
Of course he checked him out. Nosey bastard. Clicking on reply...
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FROM: Beca
TO: Jesse
SUBJECT: Bossy
I can handle myself and plus I'm in love with you. Don't you have a business to run?
Rebeca Mitchell
Loving Girlfriend & Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios
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FROM: Jesse
TO: Beca
SUBJECT: I'll show you bossy
The world of mergers & acquisitions can always wait, especially when my loving girlfriend is at stake.
And so help me Beca, if you don't do as I say I'll terminate your position there and put you over my knee.
Jesse Swanson
CEO with a twitchy palm, JS Enterprises
The nerve of him! Hitting reply...
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FROM: Beca
TO: Jesse
SUBJECT: Twitchy Palm
On what grounds would you terminate me? And...by the way, I just might enjoy that. Now if you'll excuse me, some of us have to work for a living.
Rebeca Mitchell
Flushed girlfriend and soon-to-be ex-Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios
Smirking to myself, I hit send...
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FROM: Jesse
TO: Beca
SUBJECT: Tempting
Rebeca Ann Mitchell! Stay away from him and delete this email immediately. That's an order! I don't want to see anything bad happen to you.
Jesse Swanson
Reformed Domme & CEO, JS Enterprises
Oh shit! He used my full name. Hitting reply...
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FROM: Beca
TO: Jesse
SUBJECT: So pushy
Is this what it will always be like with you? Being pushed around all the time?
If it is, can we work this into the RROP?
Rebeca Mitchell
Getting turned on by your infinite power & Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios
Chuckling at my response, I hit send...
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FROM: Jesse
TO: Beca
SUBJECT: Not amused
I'm terminating this conversation, we'll talk more later. Delete everything! Text if you need to reach me.
Jesse Swanson
CEO, JS Enterprises
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Whoa! Someone's in a shitty mood. Doing what Jesse asked I deleted the entire email chain. After another hour of work Dax and a few others invited me to lunch. Contemplating staying out and eating Mrs. Clark's prepared meal I decided to be sociable and join my new colleagues. Considering what Jesse had asked of me earlier about being escorted by him, Benji or Don at all times, I texted him my whereabouts to let him know who I was with and where we were going for lunch. When there was no response right away I figured he was still pissed at me, gathered my bag and joined the group who couldn't stop boasting about some hamburger joint we were headed to just up the street. Exiting the building it wasn't a minute later I felt a hand on my shoulder pulling me back; I was stopped and separated from my peers. When I turned around I noticed it was a young pale looking female in her twenties with brown eyes and dark straight hair who stood a few inches taller than me. When I looked closer I saw some white bandages on her wrists, then realized who it was.
"Excuse me." She spoke with an even tone. "You're Rebeca Mitchell...right?" Inwardly I cursed because this was exactly what I was warned about. Not knowing what to do, I nodded slowly and waited to hear what she had to say. "I've been dying to meet you."
"You have? Why?" My voice was unsteady but I managed to keep my fear out of it. With her hand reaching inside her breast pocket I felt my pulse begin to race. Was she still armed? "Um...you've got me at a disadvantage. I'm sorry...and you are?" I already knew the answer but decided to be polite and ask anyway.
"You know who I am." Kayla replied calmly while keeping her hand inside her denim jacket. "I just have one question to ask you." Biting my lower lip out of nervousness I gave her a quick nod to proceed. "What do you have that I don't?"
A/N: Thank you for making it to the end of another loaded chapter. Now that Beca and Kayla have met things are going to get really interesting. Please R&R and let me know what you think.