Call For Ruins. (Playing Him)

Prologue.

Prologue:-

She was like a soft whisper to my ears, gentle in her every move. I should have known she was karma simply clothed in the lightening that I took for soft waves...

     The smell of smoke wafted in the air and messed with the senses of his nose as he blew the air from his lips, allowing it to vaporise at the touch of the man's skin that sat across from him. It was past office time, and he did not care if anybody else walked in. A man can drink and smoke. "Would you like some?" He inquired the man sitting across from him as he took the glass of drink, bringing it to his lips to let the bitterness work it's way down his throat, not making a move to pour him a drink.

"May be you should see this." The man produced the file, that read, 'Endeavors of Stein'; with a smirk he pushed open the file, seeing the pictures of the man lying in a hospital room. "Alvin Silvinok is in the hospital. Post the suicide of his wife, he had a attack and is now in the hospital, his brother taking care of the treatment, although I doubt he's got any money, since you left them penniless." There was bitterness in his tone, Carter Stein noted with a smirk.

"And you pity the man?" He pushed with his wicked smirk intact, sliding the glass of his drink towards the man. "Drink it." He ordered. His secretary, Colin gulped. He knew his secretary was trying to quit. "Now..." Colin quickly gulped the alcohol, letting the taste affect his taste buds and weaken his resolve.

"Get me another glass." Colin simply nodded, pouring a drink for him in a new cleaned glass and placing it before his boss.

"What about his children, any news, does he even have any?" Carter wondered out loud. From every detailing he got over the man, even his best agents could not find about that. Colin shrugged watching his boss drop the cigarette on the floor, squishing it later with the sole of his shoe. "Years before, there was news on his daughter, her name was Hera. But nothing else. There were rumors that she was dead but no real proof yet. It might be true seeing Mr. Alvin is on the bed and there were none to see him, no son or daughter."

"Not that they can do any damage, Alvin is ruined, should've known before taking money from me." He chuckled before continuing. "But then, he didn't know I was good at leading businessmen to streets. Oh the joy..." Colin simply nodded, wanting to question his sanity but on another thought of his life, he remained quiet.

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tanding up from his chair, Carter looked at the untouched glass of drink, his gaze shifting between the glass of alcohol and his secretary. "Why don't I treat you today?" Colin shook his head in denial, goosebumps raising in his arms at the wicked glint in his eyes. "Come on, now, don't be a baby. Just drink this." He said, pushing the glass towards the man. "Finish this as my present." Next, he took the half filled bottle of alcohol before him. "And this too."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Colin boy." With a laugh like that of a devil and walk of a panther, he stepped out of his office and inside his car, dusting off the droplets of rain that fell on his clothes. Thankful that he was still able to drive and hadn't had much alcohol, he started the drive. He cursed under his breath, the water had made the mess of his seats, he like his things clean. Shrugging it off, he focussed on the road polluted with heavy rains.

Blasting the music to notches, he increased the speed of his car, uncaring if the water splashed the men sleeping at the footpaths. He didn't care, infact laughing every time he succeeded in troubling them, isn't that why they were on the streets..so that they could be trampled upon.

Continuing his drive, he reached the silent lane filled with nothing but tress lining the sides of the road. His eyes taking in a figure that suddenly emerged on his path, making him jerk the car in a break, pulling it over. The ache shooting in his ribs as a sudden impact.

"What the f**k do you think you're doing?!" He bellowed, jumping out of his car and marching towards the person that messed his fun night. It was a woman, he noticed, she stood hunched, her hands on her knees as if bowing down. "Answer me, you wen-" His words stopped, as a gasp escaped his lips, the headlights shown upon the woman, taking away his breath. The water ran through her hair, covering her body, her clothes stuck to every part of her figure, her hourglass shape making his throat tighten. Her eyes stared up at him in fear, her blue orbs highlighted with the rays of his headlights. Her hair dark probably from the water. A whimper escaped her pouty lips as she bit them, her hands wound across her chest, hiding the beauty beneath her hands that he wanted to wander his eyes around. Entranced by the features of the woman, he had forgotten to breath, much less cover himself from the pouring rain, until she spoke.

"H..Help me, please." Even the voice left him in trance. "Please, h..he'll catch me, please. I beg of you." So gentle and soothing, wrapping his soul, his dark soul wanting to capture it within it's claws. She caught hold of his hand as his eyes zeroed on her hand. Oh how he wanted to touch every part of her body, but first he needed to be a gentleman.

Nodding, he grasped his bare shoulders, her clothes torn in several areas, letting his eyes take in every area of her exposed fair skin wrecking havoc in him, jolting the sparks of pleasure in his body. Leaving his hold on her shoulders, he wrapped his arms around her waist, the petite size of her, coccooned in his hold as he helped her inside his car in the front seat.

His eyes shifted between the road and the sleeping vixen on his side. Clearing his throat, he tried to stay focused. He didn't know why he took her in his car, why go through the hassle. She was running away from someone, that much was for sure and her torn clothes told all the story. The droplets of water from her hair, disappeared in the crease of her chest, her drenched body  wetting the seats.

I like them better, now. He thought with a grin, licking his lips at the sight of her. He'd know why she was on the run. Someone as gorgeous as her, alone, can only call for danger to herself.

Even now, but she didn't need to know that, let her believe he was a gentleman and by the time, he'd be done with her, she'd wish she was never saved.

Pulling over the car once the security guard let him in, he turned to look at the beauty in his car. Taking in every part of her body, like he had multiple times, he couldn't help but think she was a work of art. Hesitant yet not backing down, the back of his hand rested on the softness of her cheeks as he let his hand drag over her body, touching her skin on her face, the perfectness of her neck and the outlines of her breasts, controlling himself from not taking her right then. But she needed to be cleansed he thought, who knows which part of the body was touched by another man.

He wanted to make sure, it was his touch alone lingered on her, mixing with her scent, he breathed in her neck. But one kiss wouldn't hurt he thought, as his face moved from her neck, his lips touching her still ones, uncaring if they didn't respond as his kiss deepened, tasting every inch of her lips, like a sweet nectar in his mouth, he moaned before pulling away to continue his greedy stare.

He had tasted the forbidden fruit once, he didn't know if he'd stop. He didn't want to. He could after all have everything he wants, no one could stop him, not even the vixen before him.

But what he didn't know was he was but fueling for his own demise.