ZACK's ADDICTION

“I'm not going to marry that egostic bastard!" A loud smack lands on her face. “Mind your language young lady." Her father warns her. Her eyes grows cold “Y'all. can. go. to. hell." She enunciated each word with hatred before walking out of the 7 bedroom mansion. She pressed her remote and a Bentley truck beeped, she opened the door and got in before driving off. The moment her car swerved outside the gate, a teardrop leaves her eye. She furiously wipes it while muttering to herself ‘They're not worth my tears.' She drove to a 3 bedroom mansion after 30mins on the road and took a shower after bottling up her feelings like always, brushed her teeth and wore a white suit that it's trouser covered her silver pair of heels and it's jacket had elongations that she tied loosely on her waist down without a top or bra inside and the suit has no buttons, so her chest and corners of her breasts were out in the open. As usual, she packed her hair in a ponytail, out on nude makeup and bright red lipstick. Stood in front of her mirror and sang motivations to herself before leaving the house with her little silver clutch. In a large ballroom where men were suits and ties and women wore long gowns, Leslie Christian Dior looked out of the norm... but a good out of the norm. Her main aim of being here is to bag a deal since their family business... Dior brand is facing technical issues and their usual primary source of raw materials are facing court charges on fraud so they had no other choice than to put their collaboration on hold but fortunately and unfortunately they are facing excess demand this period so she has to find a new supplier as fast as possible. The 23yr old, picked a casually picked up a wine glass, ignoring most of the eyes on her and walked to her primary Target... Fannie Peters, wife of Marcus Cecil Peters, rumor has it that she's bi s****l and her husband who adores her so much gives in to almost everything, but luckily for him, she's not there kind of foolish wife to squander her husband's wealth but quite a business mogul herself. 10 steps away, just like she predicted, Marcus kissed Fannie's cheeks and walked off to talk business with another man while Fannie stood with her plate of cherry. Leslie stood beside her and said “I see you're eating for two." Fannie turns her head to see her while Leslie acts as tho she didn't notice Fannie checking her out. “How did you know?" Fannie asks warily. She shrugs “Most people at this kind of event don't eat, and of all people... Fannie Peters and she's having a plate of fruit... go figures." She replies eyes on her swerving glass of wine, not looking at Fannie or bothered that her (Fannie) eyes lingered on her boobs. Fannie inhales sharply, obviously, she liked what she saw “Why are you here? You obviously want something." Leslie smiles faintly “Of course. We're both business women. I need a new supplier and you're the best option I have." She puts the wine glass to her lips and tilts it, making the wine touch her lips but didn't enter her mouth and Fannie's eyes followed every movement and Fannie gulps in need. Fannie licks her dry lips “What do I get in return?" Leslie raises her brows and finally turns to Fannie with a tilt to the corner of her lips “Depends on what you want." Fannie goes wet at the mesmerizing sight of the most beautiful face she's seen, she throws caution to the wind and boldly says “You on my bed." Luckily, there's no one nearby. Leslie's smirk turns into a full smile “I have to warn you love, I like control." She holds eye contact with the whimpering Fannie who lust almost covered her vision. “I can be your sub." Came Fannie's reply. “I have to reject you cause I don't do pregnant women." Leslie's face go expressionless as she turns to look away from Fannie. “I can manage." Fannie spits out immediately. “I'm rough Mrs Fannie Peters, we don't want anything happening to the unborn child due to a moment of pleasure... now do we?" Fannie's eyes dim as the fire of lust in her decrease “You're right. I'll get you an appointment, signing the deal depends on you alone." Leslie turns to her again with a smile “That'll be wonderful. Since I'm done here, I'll get going." She turns to leave. Fannie's voice stops her “Are your boobs real?" Leslie chuckles amused “Yes love. They are." She walks away, leaving Fannie a wet mess. MEANWHILE “What are we going to do? The doctor says no cure that he has to do it with a woman." A man on bodyguard suit tells another man on a hand made suit. The other man frowns deeply “Howard will pay for this." A murderous glint flashes through his eyes. “That's not the problem at hand Mr.Dom! Boss might lose it! And he doesn't like women!" A glint passes through Mr Dom's eyes “Except... Leslie Dior!" The bodyguard realizes this too “Yes yes, that's true. Her painting hangs in his room." He speaks enthusiased but soon deflates “But she doesn't even know. With the kind of person she is, she wouldn't agree." Mr Dom smirks evilly “Who said she has to agree?" “Do you mean...?" His eyes wide. “Master wouldn't like that." Mr Dom looks resolute “We might get crippled or demoted for this but if we get another woman or let him go mad, we'll die. She's our safer option." The guard nods understandingly “Heard she'll be at the party downstairs." “Go get her then. And drug her to put her in the mood." He nods “Yes sir." And rushes off.