Tell Me Again

Augusta's POV (Past life):

She stood opposite him as she watched him go through the documents that were set on the table for him. He was looking at her details and her palms were sweaty right now because she didn't want him to know the family she came from. He could kill her if he knew she was from a family that was destroyed due to their disobedience as the other man had informed her. He raised his gaze to hers for a second before shifting it back to the file...then he placed it on the table.

"I knew you'd be perfect for the job. You came from a prestigious family. The details weren't written here because they were killed. You're good with gadgets and computers. From the places you've worked like the ITech company, you have your way with computers which is pretty much going to be an advantage to me. You also gained self-defence skills, learning from the top martial skilled masters in the country. You're not someone I'd easily get rid of, because you're going to be working for me. In this world of mine, people like you are mostly needed. It's the mafia and I have a lot of enemies. You're more than qualified for this, so you'll certainly work with me." He stated and Augusta's eyes widened.

"What?" She questioned, bewildered at his sudden judgement. "What do you mean?" He gave her a dry look.

"Are you deaf?" He turned a sheet of paper towards her and tapped on it. "This is what you'll be signing. So I'll be sure you won't back out anytime you like."

"You know I never agreed to do this in the first place. You're kind of forcing me into this." She said and he smirked.

"Very funny coming from you. You sound like you need no protection." He stated but she furrowed her brows. "Do you know how many mafias are after you right now? There are so many cases of families getting wiped off the earth's surface all because they went against the protocols of the mafias. Yours is one of them." He stated and her eyes widened. "I don't particularly know the family you come from, but you see these files? He raised one of them. "They don't lie." He clasped his hands together. "So it's up to you. Would you rather die along with the rest of your family?" He questioned. When her instincts warned that Derek wasn't a very simple man, she was glad she listened. Yes, he was that sort of mafia who knows it all but would never claim he does. "Your silence is enough to answer. And as you can see, I'm not in the mood for arguments, so see your way out of my office." And rude too.

She stood there, stunned, her mind reeling with the abruptness of the dismissal. Derek though preoccupied with his work, had an air of authority that left her both bewildered and strangely captivated. His demeanour was unlike any man she'd encountered before; usually, they'd shower her with attention, but his indifference was oddly alluring, despite feeling disrespectful. She remembered her days in high school when every guy would have loved to kiss the floor she walked on because of how gorgeous she was. She never thought that sixteen years later, she'd be right here, taking orders from a mafia man who murdered her entire family. It stunned her for sure how he didn't know the families he killed. Didn't he order the attack? Or was he just playing dumb? She walked out of his office and noticed the same man who had also tried to make a deal with her the other time. Now that she was thinking about it, she realized that she had to make sure that her security was intact. If the mafias were indeed searching for her like Derek said they were then she needed hands to back her up on the journey she was about to embark on. She couldn't do it on her own. She glanced at him and realized that he had his hand behind his back still awaiting her answer.

She paused, staring at him but then he did something that made her breath hitch. He gripped her waist and moved her closer to him before whispering into her ear.

"Don't forget our deal." He said.

"We never made a deal." She said but could hear him smirk.

"With the contemplation in your eyes? That's all the answer I need darling." He said and let her go.

"I still don't know your name."

"Call me Lamas. Lamas Mendez." Lamas Mendez? The name rang a bell. Once he let her go, she walked down the corridor where someone escorted her out of the building. She knew Derek arranged for it already. He wanted her to work with him...and also be his slut. She sighed as she entered the vehicle.

As she rode home in the car provided by Derek of course, she couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling from the impromptu interview. His demeanour stirred an unfamiliar emotion within her. Men always sought her attention for their gain, but his dismissive manner left her feeling diminished, which was an unusual sensation for someone like her—a confident, attractive woman who was used to being in control.

She had to admit that Derek had a strange effect on her...it wasn't something she could deny. His deep voice resonated, sending shivers down her spine and igniting sensations she hadn't felt before. His aloofness, far from repelling her, strangely attracted her.

Entering his apartment, and was intrigued by the sight of everything. Every single thing was impeccable from the exterior to the interior. She couldn't believe that she was in the house of the one anonymous mafia. The encounter lingered in her mind. It was a new kind of intrigue, one she wasn't accustomed to. The way he made her feel less significant than she usually perceived herself was both unsettling and strangely intriguing.

She tried to distract herself, but a sudden wave of desire overwhelmed her. Yet, as someone who had never engaged in sex or even explored her desires till Derek, still found herself uncertain about how to handle these sensations. The unfamiliarity of the situation left her flustered.

She considered using the vibrator she had bought on the way with the money she earned from the whorish job of course and thought about it for some moments because she was getting horny these days. Opting for a more conventional approach, she decided to explore with her fingers. It surprised her how innocent and inexperienced she still felt in this aspect, despite witnessing her mates back in high school exploring their sexuality from an early age.

Cassie, one of her rivals, had gone through a tumultuous journey with boys before finding stability with her current boyfriend. Her experiences served as a cautionary tale for her. Witnessing how she lost parts of herself with every casual encounter, she was scared of following the same path. But what had fate brought her into? She never asked for this and yet, it still happened to her.

That caution kept her guarded, preserving her virginity as a form of self-preservation, shielding herself from the potential heartaches that seemed to accompany casual relationships. The fear of losing bits of herself like Cassie did made her hesitate to venture into a realm she felt unprepared for. But all that hope died down when she was forced to give herself away to a very wealthy mafia man. And a silently dangerous one at that.

The thought of him affected her more than it actually should have and that caused her moans to echo in the room.