TAMING THE POSSESSIVE MAN #1: Orpheus Rusanov

TTPM#1:OR - Chapter 1 'Fated To Meet You'

Amelia.

A week has passed since the burial of my grandparents. I was suddenly depressed at the speed of events. To this day, I am still not convinced that their death was just an accident. It all started when I met Orpheus Rusanov a few years ago.

It was a Sunday morning when I decided to go to the park. The park was the sanctuary of my soul in those difficult days. I was a working student back then. I juggled my studies in the morning while I work at night.

"Sigh!" I stood up and was about to leave when a man suddenly appeared in front of me. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the soft expression in his voice.

"Hi!" He greeted with a smile.

"Hi? Then what? Then we will be close? We will talk from waking up in the morning till we go to bed? Then we will get together? Then we will plan all our dreams? Then you will get bored? Then what, you will leave me? Sorry, but I'm not interested!" I shouted. All eyes were on us. People all over the park started to look in our direction.

"Wow!" He chuckled. "Sorry to burst your bubble miss but I just wanna ask if you know where to find the American Museum of National History?"

"M-My mistake. Sorry about that. If your looking for the museum just go straight to that corner and turn left." Embarrassed about what happened, I bowed my head down and slowly walked away. Little did I know that fate would be playing tricks with the both of us.

IT WAS 7:30 IN THE EVENING and it was time to go to work. I work at a night club as a waitress. I learned how to become a waitress in my foster parents restaurant years ago. Yes, I was a foster child and no, I don't know who my parents were.

I arrived at work 30 minutes before my shift. The place was bustling with people who are born from rich and wealthy families. Sometimes, I kinda wished that I was one of them.

"Amelia, VIP Room 369."

"Coming."

This is the fateful encounter between a girl and a possessive man.

Standing outside the VIP ROOM, I felt nervous. Of course, it's my first time to handle a VIP Customer. Being assigned as a waitress in a VIP ROOM was everybody's dream in my work place. It only means one thing, you will receive a huge tip + a commission pay of 1,000 us dollars.

Without further ado, I took a deep breath and opened the door. As I walk inside, I first noticed that there were a couple of men in both corners of the room. They seem to be the bodyguards of the person sitting on the couch who's face is covered with a mask. In our night club it is natural for our VIP Customers to wear a mask to hide their identities.

"Excuse me sir. My name is Amelia and I'll be your assigned waitress for tonight. This is a small gift from our club. We hope that you'll have a good time here." With my 4 inch high heels, I slowly walked towards the customer and handed him the basket full of goodies which the company prepared for our VIP Customers.

"So your name is Amelia. I'm Orpheus by the way. To tell you the truth it was my first time to encounter a woman like you."

"I'm sorry sir but I don't seem to understand what your saying."

"Of course you won't understand. I'm wearing a mask right now so you weren't able to recognize me. Let me take it off first and you'll understand what I'm saying."

Using his right hand, he took of his mask without worries. He wasn't the kind of person who's afraid to get his identity exposed. Actually it's my first time to encounter a VIP Customer who is willing to take his mask off in front of a stranger. They did say 'Curiosity Killed The Cat'. Does that mean I'm in danger?

"Now, do you recognize me?" He grinned.

Holy s**t. I said to myself. For a minute, I thought I was imagining things. But I was wrong. I couldn't believe what I saw, it was the same guy whom I encountered this morning and those embarrassing moments which I tried hard to forget are coming straight back to me.

Without hesitation, I turned my back at him and went straight to the door. Unfortunately, I was stopped by his bodyguards. "And where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"I'll request for another staff member to serve you."

"But the one I want is you. I don't want to be served by people whom I don't know.

Come to think of it, is this payback for what I did to him this morning? Although it was an 'unexpected surprise'. Being appointed by a customer means receiving a huge amount of commission pay and I need that money to survive. Oh well, does this mean I have to swallow my pride?

"Thank you for appointing me. How may I be of service to you?"

"I'll be having a dinner meeting in a while so bring me all the expensive dishes you have on the menu."

"By the way, how may I address you?"

"You may address me as .. Hubby" He smirked.

I stared at him blankly. Showing him that I'm not one of those girls whom he can just easily hook up with.

"I'm kidding. You can just address me by my name."

"As you wish." I was about to leave when the door opened. A group of men entered the room. It seems that the dinner meeting will soon start.

It's been a few hours since the dinner meeting started and my feet are starting to ache. The disadvantage of being assigned to a VIP Room is not able to sit down and take a rest.

"Why are you just standing there? Pour me some wine." said the bald guy who seem to be in his 40's.

"Right away sir." I replied.

Following his orders, I grabbed the wine named Domaine de La Romanée-Conti from the table. A famous and very expensive wine. While pouring the wine, I felt a hand stroking my legs.

"Oh. Your skin feels so smooth. I thought it would be dry considering the lack of sleep you're getting in this kind of job."

"Wanna bet like old times?" A guy with a blonde hair asked him.

"Sure. Why not?" The bald guy replied without hesitation.

"I bet 100 us dollars that this waitress right here can finish a glass of wine in a minute." The other disadvantage of being assigned to a VIP Room is that you can't refuse the customer's order.

Following his orders, I poured myself a glass of wine. Truth be told, I can't handle my alcohol that much since I don't really drink. But for the love of money, I will do everything to get that commission pay.

My strategy was to drink the wine all at once but unfortunately, someone snatched it away from me before I could drink it. I looked at the person who did it and to my surprise it was Orpheus. He was staring at me with an angry face. I had a feeling that he was telling me that I should have refused them. But how can I refuse them when it's company policy?

Rather, I took another glass and poured myself another wine and in just one gulp, I was able to finish everything. Suddenly I started to feel uneasy. My surroundings seems to be dancing. Is this what they call getting drunk?

To sober myself, I left the room and went to the bathroom. As I was walking down the hallway, two of my most hated person appeared in front of me.

"Long time no see, Amelia. How are you these past few days? After I snatched away your beloved boyfriend that is. Lucas is by the way amazing on bed, unfortunately you weren't able to experience it. Ops. How can you when he's already mine? " she whispered. This is Heather, my former bestfriend. A slut who slept with my ex-boyfriend which is by the way standing next to her. Looking at him, he was still the same old Lucas who's very proud of himself. Look at him, smirking. As if he just won a lottery. I sometimes questioned myself, 'Why the hell did I ever fall in love with someone like him?'

"I've been doing good the past few days. Thank you for asking. If you don't have anything to say anymore, then please excuse me. I have more important things to do than talking to slut like you." Seeing their pathetic faces, makes me want to puke. As I was leaving, Heather grabbed my arm angrily and pulled me back.

"What did you just say to me?" she asked as she raised her right arm and slapped me. It hurts by the way. "You b***h! I'll let you on a secret. Lucas was never in loved with you. I was really the one that he likes , he just approached you because of me. YOU. WERE. NOTHING. TO. HIM." Hearing those words made me angry. I was angry and hurt. As angry as I am, I still tried to compose myself.

"Why are you angry? I just told the truth. Aren't you a slut? You slept with almost all the men in the University. Actually, I'm very happy for the both of you. A trash like him deserves a slut like you. Do you want to know the reason why I didn't sleep with him? Lucas is sick. He. has. an STD." Seeing her look more horrified than surprise was something you don't get to see everyday and that made me happy.

Heather turned to face Lucas and asked him whether I was telling the truth. As always, Lucas lied to her. "What the hell are you talking about? Don't listen to her. She's lying." After talking his way out of the situation, he turned to me and gave me a fierce look. He took a stepped forward until my voluptuous body was nailed to the wall.

"I don't care how you found out about it but I won't let you ruin my relationship with Heather. She's right. You were nothing to me. I just used you to get near her." Anger was boiling up inside me. I took all my frustration and anger out on him by giving him a kick on the balls.

Seeing an opportunity to escape, I immediately run away. Unfortunately, I was suddenly caught off guard by their henchmen. With their strong grip they forced me to open my mouth and made me drink an unknown medicine. The effect of the medicine started to take action. I felt dizzy and was unable to walk steadily.

Later on, I found myself entering another persons suite as if nothing happened. In the dim room, a tall man wearing a bathrobe just got out from a bath. Feeling uncomfortable made me stop thinking. I needed something that I had no idea what exactly it was.

Little did I know, I started walking towards him. This familiar scent. Where have I smell this? "Please help me. I feel uncomfortable." I begged as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

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