Page 20 of Enslaved

“I-I should go.”

“Have you finished cleaning my quarters?”

“There’s nothing to clean. It’s spotless.”

Smiling faintly, I shrugged, “I need things to be controlled. Orderly. It’s the only way I can function.”

She backed away from me, closer to the door, afraid to take her eyes off me; afraid I’ll pounce. But I’m a hunter luring my prey. When the time comes to feast—she’ll think it was her idea. Last night, I was angry. My approach with her was clumsy, hasty. Now I need to back up and win her with the finesse and skill learned from seducing the dozens of girls that came before.

Oddly, I can’t recall one face, one pair of legs, or any defining thing about one of them.

I didn’t move, just held her gaze until her back hit the door. With a flushed face, she turned trying to disguise her desire to run as she opened the and door shut it behind her with a firm click.

My hands shook as I opened my drawer, finding the bottle of pills I hid inside a pair of rolled up socks. Modern medicine has done wonders for the few people like me. If I took them…it would be a few weeks before they kicked in. Everyone wants— no hopes for me to change. But being devoid of emotion is who I am. It’s what I’m used to. But the tiny white pills inside this bottle holds the promise to change everything for me. The perks of inheriting an empire includes contacts with CEO’s of the world’s best biotech companies.

Getting medicine before it hits the market is easy. But something in me revolted every time I opened the bottle peering at the magic pills inside. But seeing her here, in my room, touching my things, has me wishing to feel everything as I break her to fit me.

I want to feel satisfaction, triumph, and the rush of pleasure that promises to course through me when she gives her consent.

Snapping the top off, I shake out a pill into my palm.

This better work.

If they don’t—I’ll personally dismantle Hexagon Pharmaceuticals myself. Destroying things is what I do. Whether it be in the boardroom or bedroom—I’m the man for that job.

My weakness is my greatest strength. It’s the one thing about my success no one could put their fingers on. My inability to feel makes me the most formidable businessman in Europe. I rip companies apart, sell them in pieces, not caring how many careers or jobs get lost.

They call meEl Diablo.

If they only knew how right they are. The devil has no soul, and neither do I. At the helm of my late father’s empire—I rule with an iron fist and black heart. I’ve tripled profits in less than two years.

My face was on the last cover of FORBES magazine. I made the top ten list of the most eligible bachelors in Europe.

My mouth curved into a smirk as I met my own eyes in the mirror, swallowing the pill.

They used my face and fortune to sell thousands of magazines. If they only knew they conned those women. I’m far from eligible. I’m the most unavailable man who’s ever lived.

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