BOUND BY DESIRE

MARRY YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME

She looked up ahead but there was no one there. She held the sides of her trousers, the feeling not dissipating.. The harsh cold added to the ominous aura and she shivered despite her heavy covering, turning around she ran back.

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✯5 YEARS LATER ✯

The gentle sounds of footsteps filtered into the air with Alora's dimple dipping into her cheeks as she walked.

She was dressed chicly in a white suit trouser and green blouse that outlined her figure.. Her ebony black hair swaying with the wind.

Another fashion class session just ended and her class was over for the day.

She attended Fashion Classes, to learn and get more ideas.. Also to pass time.. She keeps getting huge deals so she has to do her literal best.

But then as always... Ever since that day.. The day the ominous feeling started.. For the past five years... It happened again... And she stopped on her tracks.

Her smile slowly faded... She felt it.

The hairs at the back of her neck rising, her hormones kicking in.

Her heart started it usual beats , racing faster than usual. Balls of sweat popped out of her forehead gathering there.

She didn't bother looking around, she didn't bother searching or wondering where he always was because she never saw him..Her nemesis... No matter how hard she tries.. She knew he was the one... She had received an anonymous text last two years with the words.. "CRIMINALS NEVER AGREE" as the text content... That only confirmed her suspicion.. He was the one... Spying on her. Always giving her something to be afraid of before she sleeps.

Whenever she doesn't feel the preying eyes on her any day.. She gets the damned text from the unknown number.

"WATCHING" would be it's content.

What could be more scary ... Just what.. She had cursed, pleaded and cursed him again severally to show his face via text and whenever she gets the odd feeling but it was just a futile attempt.

He never made his face seen .. He was like a shadow in the darkness.

Alora was only a walk distance away from her car but she still stood there waiting.. Waiting hopefully for something, someone to distract her from this predators feastful eyes.

And her savior came running towards her.

"Aloraaaaa.... I told you to wait for me immediately class was over." Hope's tiny voice penetrated into her ears and she quickly collected herself gasping like she just remembered as she turned around to face her.

"Oh em Gee.. I forgot.. I'm so sorry Hope" Alora pouted as her and Hope headed to her car.

"You tend to forget things alot.. Are you about to get married.. Huh" Hope rolled eyes as they got into Alora's car, and it zoomed off.

Hope and her became friends the day she started lessons at the fashion class.... That was a year ago. She had a bad mouth and was sassy.

"Never happening" Alora answered curtly and Hope passed her the pityful look.

"Girl.. Are you Holy Mary.. 25 and still a virgin.. Who would belive... Yunno what.. I'm setting you up for one of those blind date scheme.." Hope said snatching her phone from her bag and typing away on it.

"No.. No Hope.. No.. I'm not interested.. I won't go.. Yunno my business is the only important thing to me." Alora cried out.

" oh plss... Your brand is known all over Russia.. You're doing well.. What more could you.. Well except a boyfriend..just s*x is enough... No love shit.. OK.. Soo.. I'm not listening "Hope said obstinately and Alora rolled eyes.

" Whatever"

Back at the fashion class entrance.

A black 2024 model Bentley with dark tinted windows was parked smoothly..

Within this exquisite motor was him.

Sitted with power and authority emanating from his presence. His gaze plugged to the spot Alora stood a while ago.

"Should I go after her ? " Jephtha, his CTO (Chief Technology Officer)at work , also his Right hand man in personal cases like this asked him.

The question hung on the air for a long time and the reply bounced in when the questions validity was expired.

"No"

His thick dulcet masculine voice cut through the air distorting the silence.

He finally adjusted his gaze to his phone, staring plainly into the screen rereading the last message which stared back at him.

" f**k your short d**k bastard.. Stop tormenting me in silence and show your f*cking face okkk" She texted him that... But the only word which caught his attention was the only two words which seemed abnormal to him.

Short d**k.

Davian took his eyes to his monster and a dark lethal look overshadowed his gaze.

"Short d**k" He repeated, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

"To the company" He ordered still not looking away from his phone and the engine revved quietly as the car ate into the tarred road.

༄TITANCORE STUDIOS ༄

Just like the name Titans, the gaming industry was a sprawling complex merged out of glass and steel.

The exterior walls was adorned with a massive LED screen.

Gallantly stepping in with Jephtha strolling firmly behind him like a guard was Davian Cedar. CEO of Titancore.

It took him five good years to achieve this height and he was never stepping down.

Davian rode the elevator to his office located at the highest spot of the company.

He slumped on his chair, stilling like a dead man. Jephtha stood at the entrance like his guard.

The intercom rang and Davian took his gaze down to it and after a few rings, picked it up.

"Sir, Mr Cree Donald from IronSpire Entertainment is here" The female voice bounced off the intercoms speaker and Davian's dark eyes opened slowly, his expression darkening.

For a minute her words hung with him not dropping a reply before finally.

"Let him in" He answered and dropped the intercom cell.

Mr Donald Cree, Alora's father stepped in with a sheepish smile, holding a file.

" CEO Davian Cedar... " Donald said with a sheepish smile covering his withering features.

"Straight to the point" was Davians cold reply.

"Actually, I have come to request your humble approval as I intend to be a shareholder of this company " Donald said and Davian leaned back on the chair,his fingers intertwined, his eyes lazily gazing at Donald.

It seemed Donald didn't recognize him.

"Why" Davian asked curtly again.

"Well.. Imagine your story telling and out VR tech, we're talking about an immerse title that could redefine the gerne." Donald said straight, not mincing words.

Davian gazed at him for a while and stood taking slow steps towards him, stopping a foot distance away.

"Your finances are weak.. That's why you need my industry.. You've got guts intending to be a shareholder when you need me to be the shareholder..." Davian said and leaned back leaving Donald tongue tied as he gazed into a particular place on the floor. Davian walked back slowly to his chair.

"Pls.. Help me" Donald pleaded and Davian who just stared at him standing in front of his chair.

"Normally in cases like this.. I have to involve my board .. but... I'm willing to not do so" Davian said and Donald gasped.

"Sir..."

"I'll invest in your business, won't involve the board only on one condition" Davian said cunningly sitting down on the chair.

Donald fell on his knees rubbing his palms, his heart filled with gratitude, as he was willing to do anything to get Davian invest in his industry.

"Whatever you need Sir" Donald said happily and Davian leaned back intertwining his fingers on his thigh.

"Whatever I need" He repeated Donald's words and Donald nodded desperately.

"Whate...

" Your daughter "Davian caught him off and Donald blinked once.

" Wha... "

" Your last daughter Alora.. Make her marry me in two days time.. Get her to sign that contract.. "Davian dropped and Donald's jaw dropped along.