The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back

Chapter 11: Come And Suck Me Off.

Kira's POV.

I stumbled out of the car, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders, as the sun was sinking low in the horizon. My head throbbed with each step; today's hectic day at work had drained me; I am not sure how much more work and dominance I would have to put in before I could rule peacefully. I have to gain complete control, and I will; it is only a matter of time before everyone knows my name... It is a lot of work, but I am willing to do it because the cause I am fighting for is worthwhile.

With a bitter taste on my tongue, I whispered to myself, "Home sweet home."

Even though I knew the path to success would not be simple, I became more determined every day to take my rightful place at the top.

The stillness was broken as soon as I set foot on the sidewalk by a shy voice alerting me to someone standing close by. A young girl, her frame fragile and delicate, stood before me, her eyes wide with apprehension.

"Welcome, ma'am," she stammered, her voice trembling with nervousness.

I regarded her with mild curiosity, a frown creasing my brow as I scanned the young girl before me, she was looking so thin... So thin that my hand can crush her skull.

"And... who are you?" I inquired, my gaze piercing as I studied her closely.

"My... My name is Annabella," she faltered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm your new servant."

Confusion washed over me as her words sank in. A new servant? I hadn't requested any additional help. My mind raced, searching for answers.

"Who hired you?" I pressed, my tone laced with suspicion.

"It's Jonas," she replied, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. "He said you requested a new servant."

Great. Jonas is one of my guards, a few trusted ones. I had asked him to get me a female servant.

Jonas had really outdone himself this time, bringing me an amateur who looked like she wouldn't last a week in this house. Thin and frail, she seemed more suited for a hospital bed than the chaotic world I inhabited. With danger lurking around every corner, I doubted she'd survive long with everyone trying to kill me. She might get hit by stray bullets, get poisoned food, or even my own wrath...if she betrayed me, she'd be lucky to escape with her life.

"Go away. You aren't fit to be my servant, you're too thin and..." I began, ready to dismiss her with a wave of my hand.

"Please... I promise, I will do my best. I need this job badly," she pleaded, sinking to the floor before me. Irritation clawed my skin as I watched her, a sharp pang of annoyance cut through my exhaustion. I don't have time for this melodrama... I needed a competent servant, not someone who looked like they'd kneel over at the slightest provocation.

"Umm... Get up," I ordered, my tone dry and devoid of sympathy. She struggled to her feet, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Look at me," I commanded, my patience wearing thin as I watched her.

When she still didn't respond, frustration bubbled up within me, fueling my next words. "f*****g look at me, I'm not Medusa!" My voice crackled with irritation.

She shot her head up to look at me, fear flickering in her eyes.

"Good, now don't interrupt me if I'm talking again or I might just end up doing something that would send you to Hades. Also, don't worry about the job. Tell Jonas all you need; he would take care of your expenses. I don't need your services." My words were sharp, my tone dismissive as I stifled another yawn, the weariness settling heavily upon me.

I cringed inwardly as her tears began to flow, her sobs penetrated into my ears. Without waiting to ask what's wrong or offering any consolation, I turned on my heel and left her there, her vulnerability a stark reminder of my own past.

Her tears, her gratitude... it all reminded me of a woman long gone... Me... The dead me.

A woman who was too easily impressed, too quick to dedicate her life to those who were merely putting on a show. A woman who would bend over backwards to please others, sacrificing her own desires in the process. That woman disgusted me, repulsed me with her weakness and naivety. But she was dead now, and I was glad for it. This world had no use for a woman like her.

The house seems empty despite the people I saw; enemies that I had kept close. Even a house filled with friends would feel empty as long as my kids are not with me... I wondered how they were faring, the thought of them tugging at my heartstrings and threatening to bring tears to my eyes. But I couldn't afford weakness, not now. I had to be strong, or everything would fall apart.

The elevator ride dragged on, each passing floor stretching the journey to my room like an eternity and my headache seems to worsen. All I needed was a bath to wash away the tension, to soothe my weary body. But the hallway leading to my room seemed to stretch on forever, mocking my desire for relief. A nice bath always works for my headache no matter how bad it is.

Unable to bear it any longer, I approached the slightly ajar door and peered inside, calling out hesitantly, "Hello?"

Silence greeted me, the room was empty and still. With a shrug, I pushed open the door and stepped inside, it's my house after all, I can have any room I want.

Without hesitation, I began to strip off my clothes, the need for a soothing bath consuming my thoughts as I made my way in. A bathroom in my office, I need one in my office... I would make it happen. A good bath had a way of working miracles on my weary body, and I needed that magic now more than ever.

As the warm water cascaded over me, washing away the ugliness of the day, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The tension in my muscles began to ease, replaced by a fleeting moment of solitude. The headache was still there but it wasn't much anymore.

After what felt like an eternity, I reluctantly stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body. The air outside was cool against my damp skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I rubbed at my temples, trying to relieve the lingering headache, but it stubbornly persisted. I guess a good sleep would do the trick.

The room was now dark but I shrugged and made my way towards the bed but I suddenly halted when I heard a movement, followed by a groan... A man?

"What the hell kept you in the bathroom for so long?! Were you m**********g?" The voice was sharp and demanding, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I furrowed my brow as I gazed at the source of the voice but the face was covered with a mask and he was sitting on the bed... Naked!

What the hell?!

"Come here and suck me off s.l.u.t or I'll take control, I'm not such a patient man!”