TWO - Devil’s Offer
1600 Words
A figure sat at the far end of the car, posture slightly slouched and head resting lazily on his fist.
Mere looking at him, one would think he was relaxed but a look at the sharp glint in his grey eyes would tell otherwise.
“W-who are you?”
I asked, momentarily forgetting that I had technically hijacked the car.
The strange man regarded me coolly, dark locks falling over his eyes, and suddenly the atmosphere was tense.
“That should be my line,” he said and I gasped softly at how deep his voice was, the vibration sending light tremors down my body.
Clearing my throat, I shakily tucked a stray piece of black hair behind my ear.
“Yes, I’m sorry–“
“Who are you?” He interrupted his voice carrying a small threat and I knew this man wasn’t to be trifled with.
“I'm Aurora Igor” I looked at him smugly hoping he would recognize me from my name because of how powerful my family was.
Nothing. He stared at me with a bored look plastered on his face, showing no trace of familiarity.
That bruised my ego a little and with a huff, I decided to try again.
“Igor Fashion Line. The biggest fashion company in New York, ring any bells?” I asked with an expectant look on my face but that slipped away when I saw his blank look.
“I’ll give you a second, if you don’t start talking you’ll realize how fast I can kick you back to the busy streets” he replied
I scoffed “I just told you who I am, it’s not my fault you don’t know who I–“ the cold glare on his face had me shutting my mouth
“I’m sorry. Look, I mean no harm. I just ran into a little problem” I said softly hoping he wouldn’t question me further
“What problem?”
“Do I have to answer that?” I mumbled
“No, I can just kick you out”
With a glare, I conceded
“I’m being chased by thugs because I caught my boyfriend sleeping with my cousin”
At this, my cheeks turned red at having to tell him about the embarrassing experience and I found myself looking down in mortification.
With a glance at him, I realized I was embarrassed for no reason.
He had no signs of sympathy on his face making me instantly relieved.
“But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to pay you back for helping me out. What’s your name?” I asked expectantly but he regarded me in silence.
My cheeks burned and I awkwardly turned to Jason, furiously blinking my eye to clear the fog that was caused by the heat of his stare.
“Is he your bodyguard?” I asked even while knowing that he looked nothing like a bodyguard. His crisp white suit and Rolex watch adorned on his wrist, were an indication of it.
I felt his glare burning the side of my face and it took all I had not to fidget.
“That’s my dad” Jason mumbled and I blinked in shock, turning to look at the man by my side and then back at Jason.
“Your dad? You look nothing like him. You’re so cute” I cooed and watched in amusement as his chubby cheeks seemed to redden and he looked down with a shy smile.
His father had such strong features, the kind of face that belongs on magazine covers while Jason had feminine features though they were covered by his baby fat.
Suddenly, he removed his fist from his sharp jaw and sat up.
“You want to pay me back?” He asked
I looked at his grey eyes and the intensity in them had me stumbling on my words.
“Y-yes I do” I stuttered
I watched as he brought out a brown manila folder from his suit jacket and threw it in the space between us.
My brows pulled up into a frown and I looked at him questioningly
“What’s this?”
“Pick it up,” he said nodding his head towards the folder, and with shaky hands, I dragged it towards me.
Reading through it, I couldn’t understand a thing.
“Is this supposed to mean something to me? I’m a fashion designer not a lawyer” I deadpanned
I watched as a slow smirk appeared on his face and my eyes momentarily flicked down to his pink lips, making me dart my tongue out to wet mine.
“If you turn to the next page, you’d understand it. I believe you’re not dumb” he drawled, teeth shining in mockery.
With an angry noise, I flipped to the next page while maintaining eye contact with him.
Who does he think he is, then I looked at the file and froze.
“This is a marriage contract” I expressed, averting my gaze back to him
“Ding, ding, ding, and we have a winner” he voiced, the mocking smile still on his face.
I growled
“Why the f**k are you giving me a marriage contract?”
His playful tone suddenly dropped and we were back to the tense atmosphere
“Watch your tone” he cautioned, voice lowering to send the threat across but I refused to back down.
“Or what?” I challenged, taking on the same tone as his
Expecting a violent reaction from him, I was mightily surprised when he just crossed his right leg over the other and leaned back casually.
“You really don't know who I am do you?” he asked and I paused
“Are you someone important?” It was my turn to give him a blank look and the little satisfaction I got from it showed just how petty I was.
“Damien Russell”
I froze
He can't be serious, I thought, as I quietly looked at him with eyes wide open.
“Does that ring a bell? I'm sure it does.”
Damien Russell was a billionaire. His company was a tech one and they dealt with cars.
He was shown as the richest man in New York and people had been working their ass off to meet him.
But among all things, he was known for his ruthlessness. Damien Russell didn’t forgive and he most definitely doesn’t forget. Rumor has it that he had clients who are linked with the mafia.
I suddenly broke out in cold sweat knowing I had gotten myself in a tough situation. My family was powerful, but would be seen as servants when compared to Damien.
Forcing myself to stay calm, I turned to him with a forced smile.
“My apologies Mr Russell. If you would let me down here, I'll get out of your hair” I requested formally, planning on redeeming myself and getting on his good side.
“Do I look like an Uber?” Damien’s eyes darkened and his relaxed posture became stiff.
“M-mr Russell?” I was practically sweating
“Sign the document” he ignored me and threw the folder on my lap.
I pushed it off with an awkward smile
“Mr Russell, I really can't sign this.”
With a nod, he turned to Jason who was looking out the window and ignoring our existence
“Jason” He called out softly
Jason seemed to understand why he was called, he gave Damien a nod and turned in his seat, delivering two rapid taps on the divider.
Watching in amazement, the divider was removed and an old man in a black facemask was seen driving.
“Mr Russell” he greeted
“Lawson, I need you to make a turn. We'll be sending Miss Igor back” Damien said without a pause and my eyes widened.
“I really can't go back. Rosalia will surely have me beaten up by them” I pleaded eyes desperate and misty.
“You’re scared of the wrong person. If I send you back, do you think that’ll be your biggest problem? I’ll ruin you and your family, you would be treated like an outcast in this city.” He grinned at me before continuing “You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
I shook my head rapidly.
“Good girl” he purred and I felt my panties dampen
He gave me the document again but this time with a pen and gestured at the spot he needed my signature on.
Without a word, I harshly collected them from him and signed them.
“Your apartment?” he asked and I begrudgingly gave it to him
“Lawson, to her apartment” Damien said as he collected the document from me.
“I’ll make sure you regret this,” I sneered
He looked at me for a while and then his eyes darkened again
“Is that a threat?” He glared and I cowered back, not forgetting his reputation.
Suddenly he was on me, I stretched my hands out to immediately put distance between us but he quickly grabbed them and raised them above my head on the tinted car window.
My eyes widened in shock
He transferred both my hands to one of his and the other one trailed down my body.
“What do you think you’re doing? Let me go!” I shrieked
“Shut it. You want to be a brat? You get punished like one” he hissed
- Writer
