Chapter 8 Sexy As Fuck

• Earlier.
• Zavi Covillie
• I watched as Wallace pushed her into Fraser's room, Fraser was on the bed waiting and I could imagine the desperation in his eyes. Vanora was damn hot, even from the niqab, you could see her hidden structured body. Fraser giggled and I felt the need to walk into that room and blow off his head but I had a plan, although it wasn't my plan to give him an easy death.
• I knew she was looking for an escape route, she saw the camera and knew Fraser's men were watching her, though I had Wallace stand aside and wait for my order. And then she saw the wine that I had prepared. Something I'd wanted her to use, she pulled off her niqab, and damn, my dick reacted, by mere watching her from the screen.
• I could see through her, her thighs looked so creamy and inviting, she had these high cheekbones, beautiful emerald eyes, and plump lips, She had the perfect fuck body, I wanted to devour her right there, to mark her mine forever and when my eyes went to Fraser's wide eyes, I frowned. He was looking at my property, he was enjoying the view. I hate Fraser, I've always hated him and thought of how to kill him but this isn't how I planned him to die.
• The minute he saw Vanora, I knew he'd had an eye for her, I was pissed off, why did she have to come out?. I couldn't refuse Fraser because of how close I was to Damien. He was Damien's best friend and Damien is a very dangerous man. I didn't want to stain the relationship I had with Damien because he was father's best friend and a good business man so I complied with another plan lurking in my head.
• She went to the table and began pouring the drinks into the glasses, Fraser was giggling loudly as Vanora went close to him and gave him a glass. He was quick to get it done and didn't check the wine he was about to drink, he gulped it down at once and Vanora gave him more. I knew Vanora wanted to make him drunk and escape but she didn't know she was killing him. I prepared the wine and trust what I'd put into it.
• Seeing how the old man was slurping up the wine, I knew he was about to go down. Finally, he slumped down like a log of wood and Vanora smiled, she went out of bed quickly and put back the niqab. She opened the door and walked out.
• "Wallace, make sure you take the tape and don't allow Fraser's men to catch her," I ordered.
• I could see her running into the elevator and the men running after her. She relaxed her back and clutched her heart, she breathed out. Her eyes held fear and determination to escape, this was her assignment, to see how capable she was to survive, the elevator opened and her eyes grew wide, and I knew she saw someone. For the first time in my life, I was uncomfortable, could it be Fraser's men?. She walked out and Fraser's second in command walked in.
• I heaved a sigh of relief as I saw her running out of the hotel.
• "Bring me one of the girls!" I ordered one of my men. He bowed and left. I stood up and went out, I went into the elevator that led me up to the rooftop. I sat down and waited for Wallace's call.
• Not long, my phone rang, "She's with me, boss," Wallace reported.
• I stood up and went to stand behind the rail.
• The other girl was dragged in and tied up on the chair. I saw Wallace's car drive in from the gate. I looked down as he carried her out of the car.
• 20 mins later.
• The elevator opened and they entered.
• I turned.
• Quickly, she went low on the floor, "Master, please spare me, I didn't know I killed him, I just gave him shots of the vodka but I didn't know he wasn't strong enough to carry such a strong drink. I'm sorry." She pleaded.
• "You could have just done your job, bitch. Isn't it what I told you?." Wallace asked and she glared at him. I knew she would reply back to him and I looked at her. She swallowed up her words.
• I pulled out my gun and pointed it at the girl.
• I released the bullet and Vanora screamed. Her eyes were wide and filled with terror, she held on to a shocked expression and her mouth hung open.
• "You..you killed her?." She asked me. I ignored her and tucked back my gun.
• The blood of the girl damped her dress and I looked at Wallace.
• "Take her back to her room and clean this mess up." He bowed and I left.
• I reached my room and went straight to my bar stand. I poured myself a wine and went to sit on my couch. My mind went back to Vanora, and instead of thinking about what I'd do with her, I was thinking of fucking her.
• She was sold, I could do anything I wanted with her, I could have my way with her if I wanted to but I didn't want to force her. I never cared if I forced anybody to my bed, well any girl would do anything to warm my bed but this girl, thinking she'd kept herself and would do anything to keep herself from being a whore, she'd have herself killed than being used, I didn't want to do it against her will. I wanted to make sure we both wanted it before I fuck her, but then how long would I keep myself from fucking her?.
• I sipped my wine and dropped the glass, I picked up a joint on the table.
• My door opened and Wallace walked in.
• "Boss, I kept her in an empty room." He reported and I didn't say a word. I knew he wanted to say something but he hesitated.
• "Speak," I commanded.
• "Why?. Why didn't you kill her?."
• "She didn't kill Fraser, no?." I asked back. I was pissed he wanted me to kill Vanora.
• "But I thought it was a plan to take her out of the way."
• I turned sharply and he panicked, "Wallace?."
• I called simply.
• "Y-es, master." He stressed.
• "Nothing should happen to Vanora." I ordered, it was more like a warning. He bowed and walked out. I stood up and started walking towards Vanora's room.