Trapped in the Devil's Den

Connor's POV I am sitting on the swivel chair while looking at the presentation that didn't impress me at all. All words that came out of their mouth is nonsense. I cannot waste my time listening to this. I stared at the presenters blankly. "How long did you prepare for this presentation?" I asked coldly and I saw how scared they were because no one dared to talk. "You cannot answer a simple question?" I leaned my back on the chair and wait for them to answer. I waited for a while but still no response. I raised my eyebrow and one of the presenters step forward. "T-two a-and a half m-month, Sir." They wasted two and a half months just to give me a mediocre presentation. I am paying them more than enough but they are not doing their job properly. "Is that your best?" I looked at each of them while raising my eyebrows but they just bowed their head. "I am asking you if that is your f*****g best?!" I stand up and slam the table so hard. Everyone was startled and the meeting room became awfully quiet. "S-sir the d-design that we have p-presented will a-attract the middle class. W-we can g-generate profit through t-them." One of the presenters defended their work but it angers me more because they couldn't understand my point. "Do you think Hayes Hotel is a regular hotel?! Are you insulting me?! You are working at a f*****g five-star hotel and you are proposing a project that is middle-class friendly? My hotel is not a charitable institution. The hell do I care about the lower class. I need a project that will attract elites, not those middle-class people who are having a hard time supporting their living." The presenter who tried to defend themselves started to cry but I didn't feel any pity. In the business world, there is no place for pity if you want to succeed. "Laura," I called one of my team managers. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. "Find me new architects. Those who can generate the best ideas. If you failed to hire excellent workers I will fire you." It is not an empty threat. I don't care if I lose many workers. If they cannot perform their job well then I don't need them. "Meeting adjourned."I fixed my tie and my wristwatch. I was about to leave the meeting room when one of the presenters kneeled and started begging. "Sir please I need this job, my father is at the hospital. We have financial problems, I badly needed this job." She cried and came near me while kneeling. She almost kissed my shoes but I stopped her. "That shoes cost a fortune, don't you dare lay your lips on that. Besides no matter how long you beg you cannot convince me to hire you back. I need skills and you don't have that, so if you will excuse me, I have other things to do." I proceeded on walking and my secretary followed me. When I got out of the meeting room I heard someone shout but I didn't bother to look back. "You are a f*****g devil I hope you rot in hell!" that scream is full of anger and I am used to that. "I am already in hell," I said to myself with a smirk on my face. I have been experiencing hell for too long so no need to wish for that. I better divert my attention to something else rather than remembering that failed presentation. It irritates the s**t out of me, how dare they be mad at me when they are the one at fault. They want me to settle on good ideas but what I need is the best. I don't go for ordinary. "What is my schedule for tomorrow Drake?" I asked my secretary without looking at him. Yes, my secretary is a man. I prefer male secretaries over females because they are not sensitive and not flirty. "You have a meeting with Mr. Lewis at lunchtime Sir and a meeting with the investors at three pm." I nodded at him. I am done with my work for today so I decided to go clubbing. I asked Drake for some lowkey bars because I don't want to go to any high-end places as of the moment, I have no energy to greet people. He suggested a bar that is an hour of drive to our office. The bar is not that big but it is fine I just want to release some steam. When I entered the bouncer greeted me and before I could fully come in a woman in her mid-50's grabbed my armed and looked at me from head to toe. "Do you prefer older women or younger ones sir?" She asked me while smiling from ear to ear. I'm too tired to f**k anyone, I just want to relax and release the frustration that I felt in the meeting earlier. "I am fine," I answered her and removed her hands from my arms. She didn't stop me after that so I proceeded on going. I was welcomed with the dancing lights and partying people. I was busy finding a place to sit when someone touched my arm. Why can't they just leave me alone? I once again removed another hand from my arm but this woman couldn't take a hint. She grabbed me again and she didn't let go of my arm until we reach the couch. I am tired of arguments so I decided to sit down. The girl sat beside me. I looked at her face and she doesn't look bad. She looks hot in her red fitted dress, it accentuates her curves. She started caressing my arms and I guess it's not bad to have fun sometimes. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. She whispered in my ear and jokingly bite it. "I am Violet." She sensually introduced herself so I cannot help but chuckle. "Nice meeting you Violet." I also whispered in her ear and jokingly bite it as she did. "What is your name handsome?" She asked while playing with the collar of my long sleeve polo. I don't want to say my name because I am traumatized. When I told my name to those girls I flirted they were able to find me and barge into my office telling me that I impregnated them but that was beyond impossible, I always use protection. Later on, I found out that they are just making stories and they became obsessed with me especially when they found out that I am the CEO of Hayes hotel. "What is your name babe?" Violet asked once again. Her hand is now on my face and using her pointed finger she is tracing my lips. She looked me in the eyes and she is determined to get some answer. "Damian." I gave her a fake name, she won't find out anyway. "You are so f*****g hot Damian." She slowly move her face closer to mine and kissed my lips. I kissed her back while caressing the side of her waist. She moaned and it felt so hot all of a sudden, but it became cold when I saw someone pass by. Someone who looks like Elle, my ex-fiance who died three years ago. Violet is still kissing me but I couldn't respond because my eyes and attention are fixated on the woman who just passed by. I watched her every move. The way he puts the liquor on the table. The way she talked to the customers. She must have sensed that I am looking at her because she directed her sight in my direction. She stared at me for a second but after a while, she diverted her gaze and continued working. Violet is still kissing me even though I am not moving. I pushed her so she looked at me. "You don't like it?" She asked with a hint of disappointment in her voice. I looked at her looking sorry. "I have to go." I didn't wait for her response. I immediately stand up to find the woman who looks like Elle. I roamed my eyes around but I couldn't see her or maybe my eyes just played at me. Maybe I just miss Elle too much that is why I sometimes see her on other people's faces. You are selfish Elle. You appeared because you don't want to see me with someone else right? You should have stayed with me. I stopped looking for the woman who has the same face as Elle. Maybe it's just my eyes playing tricks on me. Meghan's POV I was busy putting the drinks on the customer's table when I felt like someone is staring at me. That happens right? Your instincts sometimes tell you that somebody's watching you or am I just paranoid. To remove my own doubt I looked around the bar and there I saw a pair of blue eyes looking at me while kissing a woman wearing a red dress. I couldn't see his face clearly because half of it is covered by the head of the woman he is kissing. I stared at him for a few seconds and later on I decided to focus on my work. One of the customers requested a woman to entertain them and my mother handled that stuff so I excused myself to look for her. I am busy walking while looking around when someone dragged me and pushed me to the dark side of the club. I assume that it is a man because he is so strong and his arms are too big. I was about to shout when he covered my mouth. "Where is your mother Meghan?" I was horrified when I heard his voice. It is Uncle John my mother's boyfriend. My mother met him last year and after a few weeks, they decided to live together in our house, in my father's house. I told my mother that I don't like him but she didn't listen because all she cares about is her f*****g self. Uncle John is a maniac, I saw him peeking at my room's door when I am getting dressed, I told my mother about it but she didn't believe me. She is blinded by her love for Uncle John. I shook my head not able to talk because his large hand is covering my mouth. I tried to push him but he is so strong that he didn't even budge. He kissed my neck and caressed my thigh using his free hand and I felt my tears falling. I started sobbing because of fear. I tried kicking his feet but it didn't affect him. He continued kissing my neck and his lips were about to reach my chest but he stopped when he heard my mother's voice talking to our bouncer. "Have you seen John?" She asked and for the first time, I feel so thankful for my mother. It was the third time John attempted to r**e me and my mother knows that but she didn't say a word because she is afraid that John might leave him. He finally let go of my mouth and when he did that I fell to the floor because my knees are too weak to support my body. I hugged my knees and buried my face in them. I started crying silently pouring all the pain, hate, and disgust I am feeling. I hugged myself trying to cover my body because I am afraid that John might come back and continue his failed plan. After a few minutes of crying, I stand up and fixed my crumpled blouse and mini skirt. I walked out of the bar without any notice. My mother will probably look for me but I don't care, I need some fresh air. I need to calm myself and there is only one place on my mind that brings me peace-the cemetery where my father is buried. It's a little bit far from here so I decided to ride a taxi. It took twenty minutes of drive. The taxi driver asked if I am sure that I want to go to the cemetery at this hour, so I answered him yes. "Aren't you afraid Maam? It might be dangerous out there." I smiled at him. I am glad that there is still humanity in this world. Some people still care for others. "I am always in danger Sir." After saying that I paid him and get off the taxi. The cemetery looks quiet the only sound that I can hear is the dried leaves blown by the wind. I am familiar with this place so I didn't have a hard time finding my father's graveyard. As I walked I heard someone's crying. It is a man's voice but I didn't feel any fear. I am ready to die anyway, I just don't want to die being sexualized by someone, being sexualized by Uncle John. I proceeded on walking and ignored the crying voice though it looks like he is near to me since I can hear his voice clearly. After a while, he stopped maybe he finally noticed my presence. I finally reached my father's tomb so I sat down and wiped his gravestone. "Hi Dad, did you miss me?" I talked to my father. The man probably thinks that I am crazy but I don't care he is a stranger anyway. Like what they said it is much safer to tell a stranger all your secrets and weakness rather than telling them to people who is close to you because they won't judge you and they can't use those things against you. So with a silly thought on my mind, I turned my gaze to the direction where the crying sounds came from. "Do you think my sufferings will end if I die?" I waited for a few minutes and after a while, he spoke up. "Live, please live." His voice is almost begging.