She is Shakeera Alcantara, 24 years old and single. Kind and a good child, hard working, nothing can be done just for the family. Time tested her resilience, its a matter of life and death. Her sister, even if she needs to clings into the knife, she will do just to save her. So without hesitation she entered into a secret world, where there was an ongoing trade of females. An underground organization that the patronts are not casual. If you have millions then your in. But it left her with a memory that she never regeted. Will she recognize THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK? James Arch Smith, the CEO, the Boss of the company where she work at. Is it him? #Shakeera&James
AUTHOR's NOTE
This story is purely fictional. All contents such as names, places and incedents inside this story is purely out of wild imagination only. And if theres any resemblance to other story or actual events are not ententional.
English is not my frirst language and not my expertice. If you encounter some errors such as grammar and typos, I apologize but I'm trying to improve it.
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'GOD please guide me for what I am going to do now, for the sake of my sister this is for her. You take care of me Dear God.' I closed my eyes as I silently pray. We are now entering into the place where the person I am going to serve for the whole night is waiting for me. The person who bought me.
I was scorted by one of the organization's staff. It was very hard for me to step on my foot because of the nervousness, and the speed of my heart beat that I could not understand.
"Miss are you okey?" The man who is with me now asked. I looked at him and just nodded. Maybe he sensed how I felt right now. We are not allowed to talk to the person who are going to scort us. It is forbidden, except to the event organizer. Because that's the organizations tight rules.
And his voice and appearance are so scary, he looks like a goons with the villains in the movie. I just toke a deep sigh.
Little did I know, we already stopped in front of the elevator. And it soon opened and we entered immidiately. I coudn't help but to look at my reflection on the elevator wall, as if it were a mirror.
I could not barely recognize my self, they made me so beautiful. They let me wear a black lace see through night dress that was up to half of my thighs. Which to match the color of my skin. I am not very white but also not dark complection.
Although it was covered with silky black robe, which reached to the top of my knee. But I still look so sexy on it, and I match it with this three inches high heels sandal which further hightens my height five feet and six inches.
I also wore a lavander colored mask, sorrounded by a small, shiny stones. That fits on my pretty face, and almost covers half of my face.
I was little bit surprised by the sound of the elevator signal that means elevator were already reached the detination.
"Miss room P-A." He said to me when the elevatorr opened. I just nodded at him before stepping out.
I roamed my eyes around and stepped to find the said room. I saw it easily, because there were only two doors on this floor.
One was the fire exit were at the end, and the other was the door I was going to. That almost occupied half of this floor, because the half was the waiting and rest area.
I was already in front of the door, a few more times I raised my hand to press the doorbell. My chest was about to explode with the extreme of nervousness I was feeling right now.
I took a deep breath before I decided to press it. Soon the door opened, and a man standing in front of me now. Who also wore a mask that was the color that I was wearing, but for him with the sense of masculine. His hazel brown color eyes are very sharp when staring and his nose were also sharp and pointed. And his lips are those kissable lips.
There is no denying that he is handsome. And OMG, the body swells and the muscles obviously are those well worked out.
There are small letters tattooed on the right of his chest, "Arch." And the abs are really like eight packs that are flattering. Because his half naked only.
"Hmm, did I pass sweety?" I suddenly look at his face when I heard him speak, and Oh My God his voice was captivating and uplifting.
My mouth was slightly open, and so my cheeks blushed even more when he smiled as if his flirting while looking at me.
"You can open your mouth later for me honey." When he spoke again. I suddenly bowed out of shame. I was even shaken when he held my hand. Because of electricity like, flowed through whole my body.
It was like I was burnt in the extreme of heat coming from him. Then he pulled me in inside his suit, I could not help but to impressed by its beauty and a size.
He immediately kissed me as soon as the door closed and leaned me on it. Suddenly my eyes widened in shock, this is my first kiss and his lips were very soft and hot.
One of his hands was on my neck and the other was closed to my waist. He slowly sip and bite my lower lip. My lips seemed to have a mind of their own and imitated every move of his lips.
That's the reason why his kisses became even more aggressive. "Hmm." I couldn't help but moan at the deliciousness of his kiss.
And I wanted to protest when he suddenly stopped kissing me. "The sweetest lips that I ever tested sweety." He whispered breathlessly to me. I hadn't caught enough air when he kissed me again. I clings on his neck when I felt I was slowly rise in the air. He led me into a room, and I slowly felt my back touch the softness of the bed. While he was on top of me, without breaking out our kiss. His hands began to twitch, caressing my arms.
Then I felt his warm palm on my chest. Caressing, squeezing, and I turned out I was wearing nothing while his lips did not stop kissing my lips.
"Ohhh please." I couldn't stop moaning, Even more when his lips dropped to my navel and his tongue twirtled around.
"Ohhh god." I couldn't help but to sigh. I feel like I'm going crazy for what he did to my body. I can no longer control my self and my hands like it have their own minds to move.
I tagged at him even more as his lips dropped into my stomach going down there.
It feels so good, I felt the heat on my cheeks. Without breaking his eyes on me he keep on caresing me, I suddenly blushed again as I watched him do what he was doing.
He slowly stood up and took off his pants along with his boxer short. And OMG my eyes widened and I was feel 'Oh' to what I saw. He's huge I can't help but to swallowed my saliva while looking at it. 'Will it fit on me? God be mercyful.'
"Don't worry sweety it will fit on you trust me." He seemed to read what I was thinking.
"OUCH." A tears falls in my eyes. "Sorry sweety I don't mean to hurt you." As he said to me. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked me with the trace of concern in his voice.
I shook my head. I do not want him to stop of what he is doing. He still seemed hesitant, so I gave him a sweet smile. And he start to kiss my lips again.
I SLOWLY get up and picked up my scattered clothes everywhere. Sore down there, and its hard for me to moved but I still insisted.
When I already get dressed, I hurriedly walked to the door, and a last look to him and whispered "Thank you Mr." Before I finally left the room.
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