Chapter 2

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤.

𝔅𝔶 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰

Eve's POV (𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪)

"Please you have to help me! I can't let this get out, Please!"

Okay, he was eccentric and so fucking annoying. Why had I allowed this fool into my office again? As every excruciating second passed, the answer to that question became vaguer.

"Take in a deep breath Matthew, you are going to be fine," I replied and took a deep drag of my cigarette. This clown was going to piss his pants in my office, and I was going to kill Rita for it.

I could see how panicked he was but I didn't give a shit. The more panicked they were, the better for me because billing them for all they were worth became easy.

Taking another drag of my cigarette, I stood up from my black leather chair and rounded the large desk to him. Resting my ass on the edge of the polished wood, I crossed my barely clad legs.

"Now, breathe in and breathe out."

The man was frightened, and truth be told, it gave me a certain thrill to see him this afraid. Witnessing a man about to shit himself was one thing. That man being a bloody politician was just icing on the cake.

Senator Mathew followed my earlier instructions, staring up at me with pleading eyes. Everyone, including him, knew that I was the only soul in Transville and damn near the whole continent, adept at handling shit like his. I was the bitch who made things disappear or appear, depending on what you wanted.

What the world didn't realize was how much I loved wielding that power.

Matthew steadily took in fresh air into his lungs and I nodded at him in encouragement and approval. He wasn't going to die on me. At least not today.

After a few minutes, he began to calm down and I crouched low and levelled my eyes with his. "Now, can you tell me what happened?" I asked, blowing a puff of smoke into his face.

He bobbed his head obediently before confessing, "They have pictures, v-videos--," he began but then broke down into a fit of tears again. I rolled my eyes in frustration. Even the devil knew I didn't have time for this. Not one bit.

"Who has videos, Mathew? And what do they have videos of?" I tried again, my patience already wearing thin. He was only in here because he was a crying senator and he was already pushing it past his limit.

I placed my hands on his shoulders to get his attention only for his wailing to increase in sound and grit.

What the hell?

Life was supposed to throw curveballs at you, and you were supposed to suck it up and move on. But apparently, there were more pussies in the world than I cared to count.

"Matthew, answer me." I groaned. My fingers already squeezing the life out of his shoulders in anger. He shrieked at the sudden pain and raised his head to face me, eyes wide in fear. If he hadn't behaved himself just now, my fingers on his shoulders would have been the least of his worries.

"I can't stand pussies, Matthew. They have an uncanny ability to drive me nuts," I let out, matter-of-factly, answering the unspoken question his eyes had raised.

He began to speak, but I cut him short with a raise of my forefinger. "You know what? I'm done with this. Get out of my office."

This was said so calmly, I was sure the idiot didn't even understand what was going on.

"What? Please...." he whimpered, "I'll pay you whatever you need. Help me." This guy was the definition of pussy. I was so tempted to let him rot in the mess he had landed himself in. I bet that he cheated, and his wife found out. Then decided to use the lady or ladies he had fucked to blackmail him. I was also a hundred and one per cent sure he didn't even know his wife was behind it.

Which would serve him right. The man was nothing short of a scumbag. If not for the fact he was an old client of mine...

"How am I suppose to help you if you keep sulking?" I asked, placing my hands on top of the wood behind me and leaning against it.

"I - I'm sorry - I -" The fool was stuttering. Great!

I rolled my eyes as I pressed the sitcoms on my desk. Within minutes, a voice came through.

" Eve."

"Rita, come and take this clown out of my office."

The phone went dead, and seconds later Rita walked into my office with two hefty men in tow.

"Eve please--" Matthew began but didn't get far.

"Just shut up." I scolded, not letting him finish whatever rubbish he was about to spill. "Since you don't want to talk to me, go talk to my assistant. Maybe she'll have all the time in the world for your bullshit." Before he could respond, I pushed back his chair with the hill of my silhouette and took a deep drag of my newly lighted cigarette.

The bodyguards immediately grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out of my precious leather chair. Even as he was being dragged out the door, the fool kept wailing all the way.

Lord!

I chuckled. I didn't mind seeing men in that state. I actually felt immense pleasure knowing I could get them there. My eyes landed kn Rita.

"I am sorry Eve--" She began.

"I don't wanna hear it. Go handle Mathew and bring me the details. We will discuss your idiocy later."

There was a moment of silence before she slowly turned around and walked out, banging the door in the process.

I had very little patience for Senator Matthew and she knew that. Yet she sent him in anyway. She was going to pay for her stupidity.I wasn't apologetic for how I behaved. If anything, I revelled in it. Why shouldn't I? I owed the world nothing. Where I was, what I did, was all me.

The woman I saw in the mirror every day had been born from blood, gore and pain. She had no intention of letting anybody harbour the notion that anything could be taken from her. Not her will, her wants and definitely not the billion-dollar company she built from freaking scratch.

Everyone knew to cross me meant death, and I couldn't have it any other way. I had been torn once, from the inside out, too weak to see it before it was too late, and it had very well killed me. But no more. Not ever again.

I walked towards the large window and gazed out into the buzzing street, mentally counting down to when my sitcom would ring. All Rita really required was five minutes, and she'd get all the information I needed from Mathew. I was betting the story was exactly as I had deduced. I was never wrong on such matters.

"Except for that time you were young and dumb." My subconscious chipped.

I immediately banished the thought and took another deep drag from what little remained of my cigarette.

"How I wish mummy was here to see you now, see who you've become."

It seemed like that annoying inner voice in my head was in the mood to play. But I wasn't ready for her. Not now, or ever. My past was what it was. The past. I had no joy reliving the gruesome details it entailed.

Shaking my head, I walked to the polished counter where my mini bar was.

I needed a drink.

Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I took it all at once, sending it straight down my throat in a burning furnace. It was at that point the phone decided to ring. I walked to the table and pressed the pick button.

"Yes."

The voice of Rita came through the sitcom, "The details have been sent to your laptop."

She sounded angry, probably because I hadn't allowed her to explain herself earlier. Maybe she needed a lesson in respect, in chains of command and definitely in attitude. "Come in here, now," I bade.

"No," She whispered slowly. It was almost as if she was trying to be cautious, even while defiling me.

"Rita?" I drawled, calmly daring her to disobey.

The phone went dead. Next minute she was in my office, head down, breath shallow. If she kept daring me, I would be tempted to give her what she wished for.

"What am I to do with you, Rita?" I asked while watching her closely.

Her head still down, she replied, "Do to me whatever you want, Eve."

I chuckled. She really had it hot for me. I could play into her hands, indulge in her little mind game but that wouldn't be a punishment. I, for one, knew exactly how to punish her.

I let her stand there for some seconds, blessing her with my intense gaze before muttering, "Brief me."

She looked up at me then, eyes wide in surprise. "Go on..." I urged with a wide smirk on my lips. After a few seconds, she cleared her throat and began, her voice gruff.

"He cheated, his mistresses got the whole thing on cam, and is blackmailing him with it."

"Has he paid his fee?"

She nodded in response and I smiled in satisfaction. I trusted Rita, she knew never to joke with my money.

"Good," I praised, "Do you still have his wife's number?"

"Yes, I do." She whispered.

"Set up a meeting for both of us, then inform her of it. Tell her to make sure she doesn't keep me waiting. Even for a microsecond."

Rita's eyebrows rose in suspicion. Or was it curiosity? "What are you up to, Eve?"

"Don't worry, you'll see," I said then picked up my laptop and began going through the YD files. They were overdue for my attention.

When I didn't hear any movements, I raised my head from the files to find her still at the door. Her lips between her teeth and her thighs clenching with brute force. She looked aroused. I could even smell it from across the room.

I inwardly laughed at the irony of it. She wanted satisfaction from the one person that would never give it to her. A classic tale of a forbidden office affair.

I rose from the edge of my desk and walked to my chair with my laptop in hand, ignoring her shivering form. Since she wanted to play, I might as well help her suffer. I plunged into my chair, pulled open the desk drawer and pulled out my vibrator.

As I turned on the fuck toy, I glanced at her. "In case you didn't get the hint, that was your cue to get out."

It looked like she wanted to defy me, again, and I silently dared her to. After a few minutes of her silently watching me, she turned on her heels and left. Slamming the door harder than the first time.

I chuckled.

I had unfinished business with a long lost relative of hers, and she was the key to my long-awaited revenge. And while we waited, I wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize my victory. Even if it meant torture for both of us.

With that thought in mind, I placed the vibrator on my clit.

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Yep! I felt that.

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