BOUND TO HIM

BACK FOR SECONDS

The first company meeting since he took over Mortimer went well, the employees believed his plans of introducing Ambrose as a logistics personnel. That way Ambrose can be close to every worker. Aside from his private quarters in his family's mansion, he owned a separate property where he could be undisturbed.

He walked into his home and was welcomed by a dense, rigid feeling that made him glad that he decided to own a separate home. Deciding not to affiliate with Eritrea didn't mean that he stopped thinking about her. Nathaniel learnt some dark practice when he was a young learner in England, it was to draw out his personalities and talk to them to know what and how they think. Nathaniel believed that his personalities constituted to his nature, likes and dislikes. He had just two, one who was named Nathaniel, who was his father's son, the one who was hospitable and softer, his other side was dark, aggressive, ruthless and had the capability of crossing every moral line, his name was Evan. Evan was the one born out of the anger of loosing his mother Talia, he was named after her father.

“ We saw her today, Eritrea, the woman we used to love. “ Nathaniel stood in front of his giant room mirror watching his facial expressions as he solicited.

“ Fancy to see that she is a prostitute now. “ Evan sounded angry.

“ Is that all you think after seeing her, it has been 15 years. “

“ She still looked beautiful, other than the fact that she have sucked and f****d a million d***s. “

Nathaniel arched a brow, “ Should you speak to her in that manner? “

“ Don't you see that I am angry! “ Evan flipped, “ Look at how she turned out, a dirty prostitute who let strangers f**k her for cash. “ Now Nathaniel understood that a part of him was angry.

“ Ambrose is right, you can never imagine a future with a prostitute. Need i remind you that you are a Mortimer. “

Nathaniel sighed, Evan was right.

“ But, I want to know how she tastes, that beautiful lips of hers would look good on my d**k. And we never got to f**k her while we were little. “

Nathaniel paused, unsure if it was a good decision, then Evan began to coax him.

“ C'mon I know you want to f**k your little angel, don't you want your d**k halfway in her throat? “

Nathaniel swallowed hard, he began to imagine s****l intercourse with Eritrea.

“ Go back to the club, pay a little extra and f**k her. “ Evan replied.

Nathaniel caved, he grabbed his jacket and dashed out of his house.

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Talia was asleep when her phone blared on. She heard Neila's distressed voice at the end.

“ Eritrea help, I am in trouble! “

Eritrea shot up her bed, “ what happened? “

“ I had an accident in the club, my leg is broken and I'm bleeding. “ Neila cried.

“ Holy s**t! I am on my way! “ Talia scrambled on any piece of clothing she could find and rushed to the club. When she got there, she was surprised to see Neila dancing on the stage completely unhurt.

“ Hey honey, “ Neila rushed to her.

“ You said you broke your legs? “ Eritrea was still breathing heavily from rushing.

“ I'm sorry, I had to lie to you to make you work after your shift. “

Eritrea was so upset, but she was known for controlling her anger, couldn't say the same for Neila. “ What was so important? “

“ A customer requested a private session late, and he stated that he only wants you. “ Neila beamed but Eritrea wasn't impressed. Nathaniel had blessed her with 20 grand, she wasn't greedy for more money for now.

“ I can't_

“ I'm sorry honey, you don't have a choice. The manager said If you disappoint, you will be dropped. “

Eritrea sighed, “ Fine then, let me prepare. “

After a while of preparing, Eritrea briskly walked into the designated room. The first image she met was that of Nathaniel Mortimer sitting majestically with his legs crossed. His right hand situated under his acute jaw while his left hand rubbed his knee cap.

“ Eritrea Radcliffe, pleasure to officially meet you. “