The Targeted Lover is Joan

Pilot

Fixing up my buttoned shirt, I paused, gazing at my lean reflection in the mirror. A sigh escaped my lips as the doctor's words replayed in my mind.

“He can’t hang on much longer. You need to get him surgery.”

Sigh.

“I’d do anything for you, Mia,” I muttered, adjusting my tie before dashing out of the apartment.

This interview had better work out!

As usual, I went in, gave it my all, and came back more disappointed than ever—more hopeless than the last time. Walking toward the exit, I noticed a quiet garden off to the side. Maybe nature understands me better, I thought. I sighed again, and then I moved in, sitting down in the midst of my despair.

The doctor’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind.

“If not, you’ll lose her.”

“No, I can’t!” I screamed, not realizing when tears began to burn down my cheeks, until I heard a gentle voice.

“Crybaby…”

I looked up. There she was. Not a hint of mockery in her eyes, no trace of pity just.. void. Void of emotions.

“I’d give you the job.”

I blinked, confused. Maybe I misheard. I raised my head. What was wrong with me? But yes, there she was standing in front of me, dressed in red.

“Only if you’ll be my dog.”

What? My heart skipped a beat, but I could feel my desperation outweighing my hesitation. Any job. Anything, just to get Mia back.

“I’ll do it,” I said, my voice trembling with urgency.

“Good.” She handed me a car key.

******

I’d just had another argument with my brother over the company shares. He spent his on whatever woman caught his eye while the company started to fall apart. To vent my anger, I stomped into the garden, seeking solace in solitude. But then I saw him, a figure, sitting alone. His dark hair, slick and smooth, brushed back perfectly. I couldn’t help but want to touch it.

I was about to turn away when a loud, anguished cry pierced the air.

“No, I can’t!” he shouted, followed by the sound of muffled sobs. I moved closer, curiosity rising. His hands gripped a stack of files, shaking slightly.

My brother, at work, I thought, chuckling darkly. Maybe for a good cause.

“If only you’d be my dog…” I blurted out, almost without thinking.

******

The drive was silent, and I could see the desperation in his eyes through the rearview mirror. Maybe he’d do anything for money.

“Name?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Joan,” he replied. That’s when I noticed the green of his eyes, sharp and striking.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My thoughts were racing. The tension in the air was thick, and when we reached a deserted road, surrounded by nothing but wild bushes, I saw the opportunity.

“Pull over,” I commanded, my voice sharper now. I was angry.

He obeyed without hesitation.

“Now, come please me.”

He blinked, confused. “Ma?”

I chuckled at his naïveté, unable to stop myself.

“It’s Mira.”

I shot him a pointed glare, watching as he still struggled to understand.

“You in or out?” I whispered, my voice low, dangerous as I gestured out to the window.

Hesitantly, he agreed, and we got to work.

Myself, I loosened his belt, unzipped his trousers and held unto his crotch. I'm sure this is just lust. I grabbed it like my life depended on it and straight into my mouth. I savored every part of his d**k, savoring the cap and sucked all of it. His c*m.

Though, he stayed motionless, his body acting otherwise, I enjoyed just how used he felt while i got satisfied pushing them down as if I'd just choke on him.

I leaned toward him, my gaze piercing.

“You said you’d do anything,” I murmured, mouthful, my voice dropping to a dangerous softness.

He swallowed hard, the tension in the car becoming almost unbearable.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned closer, my fingers brushing against the edge of his tie.

“Prove your loyalty,” I said, my word heavy with meaning as I smacked my lips.

His breathing quickened, but he didn’t move away. Slowly, I reached for his tie, loosening it with deliberate precision. The air between us crackled, the boundary between command and consent blurring.

“Follow my lead,” I whispered, my gaze locking onto his.

(Joan’s POV)

The silence after we drove off was heavy, almost suffocating. Mira sat in the backseat, her gaze burning into the back of my head like a brand. I didn’t dare look at her through the rearview mirror again, not after what had just happened.

What had I done?

My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. The humiliation from earlier still hung over me like a storm cloud. I should’ve said no. I should’ve walked away. But I didn’t.

Because of Mia.

The thought of her hooked up to machines, struggling for breath, haunted me. My baby sister deserved to live, and I’d sworn I’d do anything for her. Even this. Even if it killed a part of me every time I looked at Mira.

“You’re quiet,” she said, her voice smooth and cutting.

I didn’t respond immediately. My throat was dry, my mind racing. When I didn’t answer, she leaned forward, resting her chin on the seat. Her scent, sharp and sweet invaded my space.

“Regretting your decision already?” she asked, amusement laced in her tone.

I swallowed hard. “No.”

It was a lie, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of hearing the truth.

She chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Good. Because we’ve only just begun.”

Those words only sent more shivers down my spine.

Back at her estate, I parked the car and waited for her to dismiss me. She didn’t. Instead, she slid out of the car gracefully, her crimson dress catching the moonlight, and gestured for me to follow.

“Come with me.”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to be here any longer than I had to, but the way she looked at me left no room for argument. I got out of the car and trailed behind her as she led me through the massive house.

Every room we passed screamed wealth, marble floors, crystal chandeliers, expensive artwork on the walls. It was a world I didn’t belong in, a world that made me feel less.

She stopped in front of a study and opened the door, motioning for me to enter. Inside, the air smelled of leather and aged wood. A single desk sat in the center, piled high with documents.

“This,” she said, pointing to a sealed envelope on the desk, “needs to be delivered tonight.”

I frowned. “Delivered where?”

She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “You don’t need to know. Just take it to the address on the front.”

I picked up the envelope, feeling the weight of her gaze. “What’s in it?”

Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Do you think you’re in a position to ask questions?”

My jaw tightened, but I said nothing.

“Good boy,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Don’t disappoint me.”

The address on the envelope led me to the outskirts of the city, a place where the streetlights starled and shadows seemed alive. My stomach churned as I stepped out of the car, the envelope clutched tightly in my hand.

The building in front of me was rundown, its windows boarded up. I double-checked the address, hoping I’d made a mistake, but no; it was the right place.

As I approached the door, I felt a wave of unease. The air was thick, and the quiet was deafening. I raised my fist to knock but hesitated. What was I walking into?

Before I could second-guess myself, the door creaked open. A man stood there, his face partially hidden by the shadows.

“You’re late,” he said gruffly, snatching the envelope from my hand.

“I..."

“Go,” he interrupted, slamming the door shut in my face.

I stood there for a moment, the sound of the door echoing in my ears. My gut told me something about this wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what.

When I returned to Mira’s estate, she was waiting for me in the study, lounging in a chair with a glass of wine in hand.

“You made it back in one piece,” she remarked, not looking up from the book she was reading.

“Who was that?” I demanded.

Her eyes met mine, cold and sharp. “That’s none of your concern.”

“It is if I’m the one delivering packages for you,” I shot back, surprising even myself with the boldness in my tone.

She closed the book and set it aside, standing up slowly. “Careful, Joan,” she said, her voice low. “Don’t forget your place.”

Her words felt like a slap, but I didn’t back down. “I’m not your errand boy. If you want me to do this, I need to know what I’m getting into.”

She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the floor. The power she exuded was suffocating.

“You’re whatever I say you are,” she said softly, but there was steel in her voice. “And right now, you’re a man desperate enough to do anything I ask. Or have you forgotten why you’re here?”

"Just my dog!"

My fists clenched at my sides. She was right, and that made it worse.

“Good,” she said, brushing past me. “Get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow.”

I barely slept that night. My mind was a storm of anger and shame. I hated her. I hated the way she looked at me, the way she talked to me like I was nothing. But more than that, I hated myself for letting her.

Mia’s face flashed in my mind, and the weight of my guilt crushed me.

The next morning, Mira had a new task for me. This time, she wanted me to accompany her to a gala.

“You’ll be my date,” she said with a smirk as she handed me a tailored suit.