Page 5 of Broken

Grant

Touching Ava and holding her hand in mine make it easy to feel the goosebumps that spread across her skin. She fears me and she is right to do so. What she doesn’t know is touching her in this way, or any way, is the last thing I want to be doing. The feel of her skin against mine repulses me, but I can’t let her know I feel that way. I need her to believe I like her and I desperately want to help her. It’s harder to see what’s really going on when you don’t suspect them.

I pull her along behind me as I travel up the stairs and through the house. I can feel her try to gently slip her hand out of mine, but I won't be having any of that. Squeezing her hand gently, I try to show her she has nothing to fear from me and that her hand in mine can feel nice, but I also ensure there's a bite to the squeeze, letting her know she can let go when I tell her she can.

I feel her stalling and trying to look into each room as I call out the names. The library particularly seemed to call to her as it took a good pull and a stern look to get her moving away from there. But if I thought the library drew her attention, that was nothing compared to her reaction to the media room. The door had been left open so she could see the giant cinema style screen and the mixture of recliner and loveseat type leather sofas that make it look like an actual cinema, only comfier. I would put good money on it being Ryder who left the door open. He is always in this damn room when he isn't at work, feeding his addiction for movies of any kind. He constantly tries to get me to join him to watch a movie, but it's just not really for me. I can't sit still for that long and not do anything. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have been to the cinema or watched movies in the past, but usually I am with an incredibly hot girl and she is playing with my cock to help hold my interest.

I allow her a moment to look and admire what could one day be hers if she behaves. I want her to see that she will have everything she will ever need. Given the look of awe on her face as she glances around the room, I can see this one has won her over already. She has a slight shy smile on her face as she turns towards me.

"Are staff allowed to use this room?" says Ava with a wistful tone to her voice. "Of course. It's Ryder's favourite room. You like movies?" I ask, but not only do I already know the answer, I also don’t give a shit.

"Absolutely. I’m a massive film addict. I love any kind of movie, but mostly horrors or classic chick flicks." Ava is beaming as she talks about movies. She is reeling off her favourite films and I have no idea what she is talking about. I have heard of some of the bigger titles but only ones that are in the news or that I’ve heard Ryder talking about. She is so animated, her face lights up as she talks and it makes her eyes sparkle. There really is no denying that Ava Delgado is a beautiful woman and that thought makes me sick. I hate the fact that she looks so perfect and has one of those personas that is adored by everyone, but not me. I am going to take great pleasure in corrupting her.

"Sorry, Grant, you must be so busy and here I am, boring you stupid talking about movies," she says with genuine embarrassment in her voice. Fuck, because of the look of disdain I had on my face she has misread it as boredom and now has gone back to seeing me as her potential boss. I definitely can't be having that and I need to think on my feet quick if I’m going to get this back on track.

"Oh no, Ava, please don't think that. I was actually chastising myself because I couldn't remember the name of the new movie coming out next week that I have been so desperate to see. You know what it's like when your mind just goes blank, and I can't for the life of me remember. Then I started to get embarrassed in front of such a beautiful girl who loves movies as much as me, but it hardly looks that way if I can't even remember the name!" I say that all with such a fake sadness to my voice, I honestly think I should be nominated for an Oscar. Not only was that some amazingly quick thinking on my part, but I also got to throw in a compliment and make myself look vulnerable because that's, apparently, what women love. Naturally, it's all absolute bullshit. I can't remember the last time I went to the cinema. I have no intention of going and sitting on some filthy, cum soaked chairs in a room full of teenagers and poor people to watch a film I care nothing about. I am better than that. But I need to get Ava to like me, not think I’m a dick, so I play the part.

With Ava, she already knows the public persona side of me. Everyone has heard of Grant Blakeman, son of Alan Blakeman, heir to the biggest criminal family in London. But Ava is feisty, independent, and rebellious. No matter how much I present this kind, wholesome side of myself, it’s clear there's mistrust still there. I’m actually quite shocked because I expected her to be the kind of whore who forgets what she sees as long as there’s money involved, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. But it’s starting to dawn on me that my plan to gain her trust is going to take a lot longer than I thought and I am not a very patient person. I don’t have time for her to piss about, she will be mine and soon. So either she comes to that realisation on her own or we can do it the hard way.

My vulnerable reply seems to have really thrown Ava as she is staring at me like I am a puzzle she just can’t work out. She is scrutinising me with her gaze and I do everything in my power to keep my smile in place.

"Come, let me show you to your room," I say, as I pull her further down the hall, but she stops me. She cocks her hip and puts her free hand on it to pull off a very sexy pose. She is glaring at me with a question in her eyes and she is clearly trying to look rebellious and independent. If she doesn’t uncock that hip soon, I will have to punish her.

"You do meanifI agree to move into here, I'm assuming," says Ava, clearly trying to remind me she has yet to agree to living here. What she doesn't realise is that from the minute she stepped over the threshold, she made that choice. There is no getting out now.

"Ava, princess, I can assure you as soon as you see the bedroom, you will be begging me to let you stay. You were close with the library and media room. I haven't even shown you the indoor pool, spa, and gym in the other wing, but I know you will love them," I reply confidently. Her eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning and I can't help but smirk.

"Hold up, you have a pool in your house?" Ava splutters incredulously. After doing some research into Ava and her life, I know that she loves to swim. It is her form of stress relief and whenever she can, she goes to the public pool and swims lengths. I followed her there once but when I saw how vile and disgusting the place was, I left quickly. I was in the men's changing room and all of a sudden this old dude came walking towards me with his wrinkled cock and saggy bollocks flapping about in front of my face. Apparently, poor people have to change in front of each other. I was genuinely worried one of these poor bastards would realise that the shoes I was wearing cost more than some of these hobos make in a month and they would be gone. There is no way I was letting them get their hands on my stuff, so I got out of there as quickly as I could. I had all the information I needed anyway.

"Yes, I do. A full sized heated pool. I will show you it later, but it’s getting late and dinner will be ready soon. Let me show you to your room so you can get cleaned up," I say, clearly refusing to allow any room for discussion over whether she is staying or not. It is not up for discussion and given the way her back becomes straight and her body tense, she now knows that too.

Gripping her hand tighter, I pull her to the end of the corridor and open the door to her ‘bedroom’. The best thing to do when you want to keep someone caged is to not let them realise it is a cage. So, as Ava walks into the room, I know she will be stunned by how perfectly designed the room is. I have used the extensive knowledge I’ve collected about her to create her perfect room. Her eyes take in the gorgeous king-size bed, covered in purple fluffy cushions, her favourite colour. The magnolia walls are adorned with paintings by her favourite local artist, that to me personally look like shit and cost far too much money, but she sees it as art.

Attached to the bedroom is a giant en-suite with a walk in shower big enough for two. But it is the giant jacuzzi tub that captures Ava's attention and she looks at me, questioning whether the giant porcelain corner bath really is a jacuzzi. The look in her eyes makes me wonder whether she has ever even been in one.

"You like?" I ask with a smirk because the answer is written all over her face and she knows it.

"Obviously. This bathroom is bigger than my living room at home. Is that a jacuzzi bath?" she asks, with big doe eyes that she clearly is used to using to get guys to do what she wants.

"It is. Have you been in one before?" I ask, trying not to make it sound as though I’m asking because she is poor as shit and obviously can’t afford to own one. That is exactly what is going through my mind, but we are not showing her the real Grant yet, so I bite my lip.

"I have once when my friend took me to a spa day for my birthday. It was amazing. So relaxing and soothing. I used all the equipment and had my first and only hot stones massage. The way they manipulated my muscles with the hot stones felt amazing. I was so relaxed and my body felt incredible. I am sure you have massages all the time. I know I would if I had your money," she replies before gulping and looking sheepish at her comments. Clearly, she hadn’t meant for all of that to come spilling out of her mouth.

"I don't actually get massages all that often but I probably should. I will make sure that someone comes here once a week to give you the best full body massage," I say as I bring my lips up into my charming smile. She thinks I’m being kind and I know she doesn’t trust my motives, but she still hasn’t worked out there is no fucking way I will be treating her like a princess. Other men may choose to, but I know she definitely doesn’t deserve it.

"Oh wow, you don't have to do that. I, er, I'm not sure, erm, even on a better salary, I wouldn't be able to afford that, Grant. I'm sorry, but thank you for the thoughtful gesture," says Ava with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Babe, I never said you would have to pay for it. Call it a perk of the job," I explain and see her eyebrows shoot up at my casual use of the nickname ‘babe’, but she lets it slide. She’s clearly picking her battles, which is good because that means she is learning I always win.

"No, it’s too much. It can't be a perk of employment unless it is offered to everyone you employ," she says and it makes me laugh.

"Fine then, I will offer it to Ryder and Vic too. That poncy twat, Ryder, will probably take me up on it, he pampers himself like a girl." I enjoy seeing the way her face scrunches like she doesn’t know what to make of my offer.

As I am explaining to Ava how much of a girl Ryder can be at times, with his love of chick flicks and the excessive amount of time he spends on his hair, I hear her start to giggle. I am sure Ryder is lurking somewhere, cursing me out, but I had to find some way to win her over. Apparently, she finds me funny, who knew?

"So, we have about an hour before dinner will be served. Do you want to wash up and get changed, then you can meet me in the dining room around six? Does that sound ok?" I enquire, making sure she knows there's no real choice available to her. She will do as I instruct. I also know she is going to have at least one issue and now is the time to show how thoughtful I am.

"Erm, I guess so. But I don't have anything to wear other than these clothes," she says shyly whilst looking down over her very casual attire. Most definitely an outfit that is not suitable for the grand dining room I showed her downstairs and she knows it.

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