Chapter 3 The Interview

• "Wait, what did you just say?! You mean Andrew Templeton, the man you smashed his Lamborghini yesterday? "You're in a lot of danger, girl." Claudia yelled as she paced around the little sitting area.
• " To be clear, I didn't wreck his car. I'm frightened since it simply scratched. "It's the way he looks at me," she says. She was biting her lower lip and fiddling with her fingernails.
• " Can you tell me how he looks at you?! " Claudia enquired.
• " As if he wants to eat me, or as if I'm the prey and he's the predator. You should have seen how he rubbed his hands on me earlier today. " Miranda muttered under her breath, her arms crossed.
• " It's only your fantasies," says the narrator. Claudia made a sneering remark. Andrew Templeton was known to be a womanizer, although an infrequent one, and Claudia had heard that he preferred women with large asses, which was something Miranda lacked.
• "Would you believe I neglected to put on my underpants as well?! "It was really humiliating." She gave a response. " Furthermore, as I barge in, a female was fucking herself directly in front of him. "Today was the most humiliating day of my whole existence on this planet." She moaned and scratched her head.
• " You've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble. Yes, we are. Do you have any idea who the Templetons are?! They are one of the world's most powerful brothers. Andrew is one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, and you destroyed his automobile, therefore he wants you to pay him back. Damien Templeton, his older brother, is not someone you should meet." Claudia's pupils dilated.
• Miranda began to be terrified. She was well aware that what she had done was wrong, but this was particularly heinous.
• " Claudia, what am I supposed to do now?! " She anxiously chewed her lower lip.
• "'Well, there's a little possibility he'll forgive you.'
• " So, what's the average of the probabilities?"
• " I believe it's 0.01 percent." She expressed herself.
• "You're unsure about yourself. He informed me that his chauffeur will arrive at 7:00 p.m. to fetch me up. What am I supposed to do?!" Claudia was informed by Miranda.
• " Just quit being so clumsy and be on your best behavior." Claudia gave her opinion.
• Aaron stepped in with a grimace as the door opened.
• " What happened to you?! " says the narrator. Claudia had approached him with the question.
• "I simply want to go to school, Mother. Everyone is on their way to school." He screamed and dashed to his room. Miranda and Claudia exchanged glances.
• Miranda was still perplexed after supper about what would happen at 7:00 p.m. She was thinking about a number of things. She couldn't move her head away from the sensation of his hot breath on her collarbone. Was he planning to throw her in prison? What was he going to do with her?! She was left hanging in anticipation, waiting for the clock to strike 7 p.m., which it did.
• When the door bell sounded, she opened it to see a man standing there.
• "Don't be scared. Keep in mind what I said, be on your best behavior, and..." The driver abruptly shut her off.
• "Please get in the automobile, Miss Duran." The chauffeur murmured something, and she immediately got inside, waving to her closest friend. As she got inside the car, Claudia was saying something but Miranda couldn't hear what Claudia was saying. Her eyes dilated and moved to her chest in surprise; she was just wearing a singlet and no underwear.
• Fuck! Not again. Why is it that she keeps running into him in this situation?! She'd been taken off guard and had neglected to dress appropriately and wear proper undergarments. No wonder Claudia kept telling her something but she couldn't hear so it was because she had no appropriate dressing on.
• She got out of the car when they arrived at their location. Because of the air conditioner, she felt like resting during the journey, but her irrational ideas wouldn't allow her. The chauffeur took her to a large complex with security walking around...there was a pool full of bikini-clad females who all stared at her with hatred as soon as she walked in. Four of them approached her and gave her the cold shoulder. " Stick with us. " They exchanged uncomfortable snorts.
• " Where is Mr Andrew?! "
• " He's in that room," says one of the ladies. They walked away after pointing to the door.
• She anxiously chewed her lower lip. She was apprehensive about entering the room alone.
• She approached the door and knocked.
• " Mr... "
• " Come in. " His voice came from the opposite direction.
• She stepped into the room after opening the door. Her lips expanded with surprise. In the room, there was another pool with a waterfall, as well as a king-size bed and a table with several pieces of equipment. Handcuffs, horse whips, cables, and libidos are just a few examples.
• Many of them were hung on the walls as well.
• What sort of a guy is he?! Miranda pondered.
• " Come here, cupcake," says the narrator. He gave a strong command. She moved humbly towards him. He was in the water without any clothes on, and she was certain he wasn't wearing boxers, which made her cheeks flush.
• She stood behind him. His muscles were enticing, and he appeared to be a delicacy. His black tresses were a mess. His wavy, black hair was damp.
• " I'm behind you. " She sneezed.
• " Remove your clothing and enter the water." Her eyes widened once again as he spoke. She didn't have a bra on.
• " I'm sorry, but I'm not able to."
• He swiveled around to face her. "I despise repeating myself. If you don't remove those rags, I'll put you and your friend in jail. You make the decision; if you don't want your friend to get arrested, take off your clothes and fucking jump into the pool!!!"
• She sighed and whimpered. She started undressing in front of him since she didn't want Claudia to get in trouble for her mess, and he kept gazing at her.
• He widened his eyes as he gazed at her bare boobs because she wasn't wearing a bra. He gave her the same look he gave her in the morning at his office, as if he wanted to eat her.
• "It's perfect. Come on in, cupcake." She stepped carefully into the pool, her gaze averted as he continued to stare at her. She couldn't swim, so she stayed at the pool's edge, but he dragged her into it, and she screamed as her body came into touch with the icy water. She erupted, splashing her hands in the water in an attempt to take a breath, but she couldn't. She couldn't swim very well. She actually despises swimming. Before Andrew dragged her above the water, she caught a glimpse of Andrew grinning.
• His hands were on her buttocks, and she shrank closer to him out of dread of the water. She scowled as she spit water out of her lips.
• "You're completely nuts. I was on the verge of drowning." She was enraged as she looked at him.
• " When my tiny cupcake is upset, she looks cute."
• She rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not your cupcake." He wriggled her leg beneath the water and snarled her butt. She felt a spark between them, and a strange sensation raced down her spine. Her hands start to shiver.
• "Please release me. This bothers me. I don't like it. "She begged, her lips pressed together.
• "Stop biting your lips," he grumbled as his grip on her buttocks tightened.
• She got perplexed since she had developed a habit of biting her lips when she was frightened or bashful. She doesn't always realize she's biting her lips.
• His lustful gaze was fixed on her lips, and he slammed his lips on hers. As he continued to kiss the heck out of her, he grabbed her butt even harder.
• A gasp left her lips as he drew her tongue into his mouth.
• This was fantastic...
• She knew this wasn't right but she felt so good.
• To be continued...