Dangerous Game

“Ada, are you there?” Carla called her daughter but got no answer. "Ada!" she shouted, entering Ada's room. Ada was immersed in one of the books by her favorite authors. "Didn't you hear that I'm calling you?!" She shouted furiously. "Sorry mom... I didn't hear you," she responded a little fearfully. "Leave that stupid book, and pay attention to me." Ada obeyed immediately, left the book on the nightstand, sat up, and put all her attention on her mother. "Tell me" "I found out that Grace Adams was looking for an assistant" Ada frowned and nervously put a strand behind her ear. She already knew what Carla wanted. "Mom, I don't know if I want revenge on the Adams. I have just started a relationship with José, and I don't want to separate from him," said her mother, as if she were a four-year-old girl. "Excuse me? Are you going to forget that, because of that family, you grew up without a father? Because of that damn family, my Ray is dead." Carla was raising her voice. "No," Ada said, looking at her mother and raising an eyebrow. "No buts, Ada! You're going to call that little boyfriend you have, and you're going to tell him that you're breaking up! Ada was stunned; she couldn't and didn't want to do that. "But I love José" "I don't give a s**t; now call him and tell him that your relationship is over... then fix your clothes. That first thing tomorrow morning, you're traveling to Seattle." "Tomorrow?!" Ada shouted, horrified. "Yes, and you know what you have to do. Treasure Grace's marriage, seduce her children and her son-in-law, and, if possible, sleep with Carrick, but you have to destroy Adams. Ada was disgusted; she did not understand how her mother asked her to sleep with a man who was not her boyfriend, and even worse, she was still a virgin. "I am a virgin" "Enough; in other times, young girls your age were virgins, not in this era. Listen to me; don't forget all the shortcomings we had. Don't forget that when you needed your father the most, he wasn't there, because of that damn family." Ada remembers all the times she needed her father, and he wasn't there. Her blood boiled with rage. The Adams were responsible for her father not being there. The Adams were to blame for all the shortcomings she had in her childhood. "Okay, Mom, tomorrow I will go to Seattle and destroy that family. They cry and will suffer the same way we suffer, Mom." "Very good. Now rest. Very early tomorrow, I will take you to the terminal" Carla left Ada's room, satisfied that her daughter would finally take revenge... While Ada was looking at her cell phone in her bedroom, she didn't know how to tell her boyfriend that she was going to Seattle for a while. She gathered her courage and dialed José's number. "Hello, my beautiful girlfriend," Jose said affectionately. "José," her lip began to tremble, and a lump formed in her throat. "Love, are you okay?" José asked, worried. "José... I must tell you something," Ada said, holding back her desire to cry. "Tell me" "I'm leaving Seattle for a while," she said. "What?! Why?!" José shouted. "Because I have to... I only ask if you love me. Do you understand me?" "Why are you leaving, and where?" Said the desperate man. "Please, José, don't insist. "Before I sent everything to hell, she hung up and lay down on the bed, hugged her pillow, and started crying. She didn't want to separate from José, but her thirst for revenge was stronger. XXX Point of view of Mark "AHH!" Laila screamed as she reached an amazing o****m. Mark Adams, her master, rewarded her for being the best submissive he had ever had. Laila, the session in the room was exhausting; they left her exhausted. Mark noticed her, so he carried her to the submissive's room. "Master... Can I talk?" I babble sleepily. "Of course," he said. "Maybe you don't like what I say," she whispered. "We won't know until you tell me." "I want more," Laila said. Mark didn't know what to say to her; she was his best submissive. He was enthusiastic about her, but he didn't know what more that was. Almost all of his submissives had asked him for more, and he always refused it, but Laila, she was different, she loved the same things he loved. "Laila, I won't promise you anything, but I'm going to think about it." Laila felt as if she had won the jackpot; the master, who refused everyone who asked for more, refused...but with her, he was willing to give her; at least that's what she thought. Mark left his submissive's room and went down the stairs. He didn't understand why he had told Laila that he was going to think about that more." XXX Ada dressed in a dark gray pencil skirt, nude stockings, high heels and a sleeveless blouse. She was nervous; she felt a knot in her stomach. She was sitting in a chair, in an office that apparently belonged to Carrick Adams. "Good afternoon," said a blonde woman with brown eyes. She was elegant and very pretty. She entered the studio, dressed impeccably in a long-sleeved blue dress that reached her knees. "Good afternoon," Ada responded, feigning calm. "You are coming for the position of assistant, right?" "That's right, ma'am," Ada replied. "Ok, to start, tell me your name," said the lady, who smiled at her. "My name is Ada Keish; I am twenty-one years old. I am very responsible," said Ada, nervous not only about the interview, but also because she was lying about her name. Her real name was; Ada Margaret White, but her mother asked her not to use her real name. "What a beautiful name, Ada. I am Grace Adams, but you should already know that," she responded, kindly. She seems kind, but I know well that she is a wolf disguised in sheep's clothing. They will pay for every tear I shed, for every contempt my mother has towards me, for my mother's lamentations for not having my father by her side; they will pay for the one that I didn't grow up with, my father. Ada thought, as she answered each question from Grace. "I must be honest. So far, you seem to me to be the most suitable for the job," Grace said. "Oh, it will be an honor to work for a renowned doctor like you," she said, feigning admiration. "You'll make me blush," Grace responded, smiling. "You're hired, dear; from this moment on, you'll be in charge of my house, organizing my schedule, and, if you can help Gretchen, with anything. You will work from Monday to Saturday, and if you don't mind, you can sleep here if you wish." "Are you serious?!" Ada asked, excited. "Of course... When do you want to start?" "Right now, if you want," Ada answered. She was happy, but not because of the work, but because she had already managed to get into the Adams house. "Come with me... I want to introduce you to my lovely housekeeper." Grace, walked towards the door and opened it for Ada to come out first. She followed Grace to the kitchen. She was amazed by the house. Everything was made of fine wood and antique carpets, with a spiral staircase that leads to the second floor, tastefully decorated in cream, brown and light blue tones, comfortable, discreet and very stylish. "Your house is very nice, Mrs. Grace," Ada whispered, impressed. "Thank you" Ada, she saw a very pretty young blonde, with pigtails. She was dressed in a tight black skirt that reached her knees and a white blouse. Won't that blouse get stained with food? Ada wondered. "This is Gretchen... Gretchen, this is Ada, my new assistant.". Gretchen gave her a look. "A pleasure, Ada," the young woman said politely. "The taste is mine... Gretchen," Ada answered. "Ada, she will help you here, to organize... " I will gain this old woman's trust, and once I have it, I will destroy it. Ada thought, while Grace spoke to her about her duties... The day passed quickly, and Ada went to the room where she was staying. Three days ago, she had arrived from Seattle. She even wondered how her mother knew about where Adams lived. She would find out now. The important thing was that she had already managed to enter Adam's house, and she would measure herself there. Since she wanted to keep a close eye on them, and obviously at the house, it would be much better to sleep than in the room she rented. XXX Point of view of Mark He was distracted while the board meeting was held at Adam House. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize what the other executives thought about the new solar tablet. He had thoughts of himself towards Laila. He didn't understand why she told him that she would think about it at that time. He regretted it. I shouldn't have gotten her excited. He questioned himself in her head. "Mark, does Detroit sound good to you as a good logistics area for the new plant?" Rosa, his vice president and right-hand man, asked him when he heard him mention the city where he was born. "No, there must be other logistical zones... I don't want Detroit," he said with a cold tone. "But in Detroit, it wouldn't be as expensive as..." "I said no," he interrupted one of the executives. "Looking for another city would mean more expenses," Rosa growled. "It doesn't matter. The money won't come out of your pockets, so don't worry," he told them. "I still think Detroit is a good alternative," said another executive. "What other logistics zones did you not understand? Detroit for no reason," he ordered, standing up. "I have to leave; I have another meeting... investigate which other city we could put the new plant in, and don't insist on Detroit anymore". He left the meeting room, and he headed to the elevator. He had agreed to have lunch with his friend Elena... Taylor, took his boss to the Columbia Tower, to the Mile High Club. "Hello, Mark." Elena greeted Mark with a sensual voice. "Hello Elena, you are very pretty...as always" he responded, seeing his friend dressed in a black dress tight to her body, shiny flat hair, red lips, scarlet nails. For Mark, the years were passing beyond him, beyond Elena. Always so jovial. "Sit down," Elena ordered. "What would you like to drink?" "I'll have a glass of Mendocino sauvignon blanc" he said to the waiter. The man walked away. "How is Laila behaving?" Elena asked, while playing with her glass of champagne. "Excellent... I must say that it is the best" he answered, without hiding his enthusiasm. "Be careful...lest they end up falling in love with you," Elena warned him. "That won't happen, Elena. I'm never going to feel that s**t about love," he stated.