The Devil In The Suit - Episode 15

 

The sun glinted on the open window, beaming through the curtains as Daniel stirred in bed. He groaned, squinting his eyes, trying to block the irrelevant light. Then he felt a sharp pain on his temple, he growled, closing his eyes as it felt like someone used secateurs to rip open his head. Then he felt someone squirm beside him, he quickly sat up, ignoring the hangover as his eyes caught a hold of a feminine figure laying peacefully beside him on the bed. He gaped at Genevieve as she turned, now facing him. Different thoughts sprinted through his mind. How did she get in here? did they- did they have s-

No, no. He shook his head, trying to regain his senses. He remembered going to a bar and taking few shots of tequila, wanting to get rid of those unwanted thoughts, comprising of Genevieve. But now, it did the opposite. What was she doing in his room, on his bed? He glanced at his clothes, he was still in them. Then that means they didn't. Then what was she doing here? He sighed, shifting his gaze to look at her. She was in a night dress that looked way too clingy as it brought wild thoughts to his mind. He exhaled, peering at her face.

"Genevieve" he whispered but she only mumbled incoherent words that made him smile. Should he wake her up? Or maybe just watch her a little bit. He fought the urge to wrap his arms around her and pull her to him. He remembered the very first day he set his eyes on her, not in the office. How beautiful she looked even in a pool of sweat.

"Why do you keep doing this to me" he said quietly as he slowly traced his fingers down her face. She shivered at the contact, making him chuckle lightly.

"You ruined me for everyone else, without you even trying" he tucked her hair behind her ear, bringing his nose to her cheek. He inhaled lightly, brushing her cheek with his lips.

"Your scent. I'm addicted, so addicted. I don't understand what I feel inside anymore. You're like a drug, Genevieve, a drug" he placed light feathery kisses unto her cheek, then to her chin, his lips rested just below her lips as he couldn't control himself anymore. He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to her lips. He stared into her eyes, watching them slowly flutter open. He quickly rested on the bed, pretending to be asleep as he watched her beneath his lashes. 

Genevieve yawned, scratching her eyes. She turned to the other side as she opened her eyes fully. She frowned, looking at an unfamiliar room, then the images of last night came crashing to her head. She gasped, dreading to get up. She turned slowly as she saw a sleeping Daniel, she smiled victoriously, getting up on her feet, tiptoeing to the door. She was about to turn the doorknob when she heard his voice.

"Good morning, Genevieve" his voice was cocky. She closed her eyes, her heart racing.

"Good morning, sir" she replied without looking back.

"I made sure you had a suite, so why then did you choose to use mine?" she heard him say.

What an obnoxious man, so he doesn't remember about last night or maybe he just wanted to torture her. She thought. How then would she explain it to him? So embarrassing.

She whirled around "sir, you don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You came in here drunk  and I couldn't just leave you all by yourself, so I decided to help you to your room then you begged me to stay-" She emphasized every word, using her fingers as she talked. She hated herself for not getting up at the right time. 

"Hmm, an excuse to have a night with the boss, is it?" He got up saying...
"Did we?" He pointed to them both.

She shook her head and blushed "of course not, why would you think that?"

"Interesting" he said moving towards her.

"Stop. Stay right there" she ordered, moving back.

"Why?" He gave her a sidelong glance.

"I-i haven't brushed my teeth" she said quietly, ducking her head as she awkwardly fiddled with her fingers. Daniel threw back his head, snickering.

"You crack me up, Genevieve. Do I look like I care?"

"I-i don't know"

He chuckled "you have a nice morning glow, Genevieve and I mean it" he smirked, walking back to his bed. He got out his iPhone.

"Sir?" She started. He looked up from his phone, viewing her face.

"You said something to me yesterday, can you recall?"

"Genevieve, you're hurting my head more, just get me some aspirin please. My head hurts"

"Yes sir" she sighed.

"Thanks, close the door while you're at it"

She rolled her eyes, as if she wasn't going to.

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"I'll bring the documents for you to sign" Daniel smiled, escorting Mr. Baker, a business man, wanting to invest in his company.

"I'll do that sir, you have a meeting in about...twenty minutes on the opening of the hotel. It's really important" Genevieve informed.

"No problem then, I'll be expecting you- I mean the papers"" the elderly man smiled, revealing poor and weak coloured dentals before walking away.

Daniel nodded skeptically "are you sure, Genevieve?"

"Of course, sir"

"Be careful okay" he looked hesitant.

"I will" 

Genevieve got to Mr. Baker's room. Knocking slightly. The door flung open by a man who was grinning like the owner of the monkey which gulped millions.

"Good day, sir. Can I come in?" She greeted.

"Of course my dear" Mr. Baker stepped aside. "Please have a seat"

Genevieve scanned the room, searching for a decent place to sit. The only place close enough was the bed.

"Please, do make yourself at home" he said with a coy look as he pointed to the bed.

"OK then" she sat then faced him "here are the documents, sir"

"Call me Richard instead, my dear"

"Okay, Richard?" She said awkwardly.

"Yes, yes. Why don't I get you something to drink?" He offered, sitting beside Genevieve on the bed. Genevieve looked at him, squinting her eyes "no, thank you"

"Scared are you. Huh?" He teased.

"Why would I be, sir?"

"Good, why don't you take your jacket off and relax. It's pretty hot in here" he said, scooting towards her. 

"What are you doing?" She panicked, shifting back. She shivered as her back made contact with the wall.

"You don't have to run away from me, my sweet. God is just so wonderful, don't you think? Creating a perfect being and bringing her directly to me" he continued as he grabbed her legs, taking off her office flats.

"Let go of me!" She kicked his stomach with her foot, making him groan in pain. She took that as an opportunity as she got up, running to the door but he was faster, he rushed at her, grabbing her waist and throwing her on the bed.

"Don't be selfish, my dear. There's love in sharing. You can't keep all these to yourself. I promise, it won't hurt as long as you don't resist" he forcefully peeled her suit jacket away from her body, letting her give a horrifying scream.

"Sir please, I beg you. Please don't" she cried out as he fiddled with her zip. She wrestled as he hovered over her. He Straddled her hips with his so much weight. She hit him against the chest, trying to push him off her but he wouldn't budge. He was so strong. She cried as he gave her a hard slap across the face, infuriated by her persistence.

"Stop resisting"

"Sir. Please. Help, help. Someone plea- Ouch!!" She yelled as he gave her another hard slap, making her slightly numb, his hands felt like iron. He tore her top, slightly revealing her pink coloured bra as he smiled triumphantly at her muteness.

"Good girl, I love obedient girls. I won't be rough. I promise. alright?" 

She stared at him, his disarranged face like a puzzle needed to be fixed together. He quickly removed his shirt and trousers now only in his boxer brief. She immediately screamed, not knowing where the strength suddenly emerged from, not understanding how her brain could only think of Daniel.

"Daniel! Daniel!! Daniel!!!" She yelled, just as her body gave up and she closed her eyes, anticipating the worst.

All of a sudden, she felt the heavy weight pulled away from her by someone. Daniel.

Daniel studied the faces of everyone gathered around the restaurant table. His gaze fell on an empty chair which was Genevieve's. He checked his watch, his brows drawing together in a frown. Thirty minutes since she went to deliver the documents and no sign of her. 

"Daniel, are you alright?" It was James Savage. He inspected Daniel's face as Daniel got up from his seat.

"Please excuse me everyone. I'll be back shortly" he said and rushed out. Why hasn't she returned? He was having a weird feeling that something wasn't right. He walked briskly to Mr. Baker's room. Taking long strides as he approached. He heard his name. That voice was Genevieve's. Why would she yell his name? He panicked as apprehension surged through his entire body, settling in his stomach. He barged into the room, not caring that the door had been pulled off it hinges. His eyes widened as the horrifying scene continued to replay before his very own eyes. A man, hovering over Genevieve who looked emotionless as tears streamed down her face, she looked weak as she let out silent sobs. Her top, almost ripped apart. How could anyone want to hurt her? That made him madden with rage. He yanked Mr. Baker roughly, making him groan as his head made contact with the wall.

"I-i C-can explain-" Mr. Baker started but Daniel wasn't hearing any of it. Daniel dragged him up, holding his neck, almost strangling him to death. Mr. Baker coughed loudly, struggling for air.

"How dare you!" Daniel looked at him with murderous eyes, all emotions drained from his face as Mr. Baker cried, knowing he wasn't going to survive.

"I-it W-was the work of T-the devil. Please don't kill me" Mr. Baker begged, crying like the shameless man he was, which only aggravated Daniel more.

Daniel gave him two hard slaps across the face, as if repaying him for the ones he gave Genevieve. Then Daniel added two more, making Mr. Baker fall on his knees. Daniel kicked him in the stomach, hitting his stomach with the intention of ripping it apart. Mr. Baker begged and cried as he curled like a ball, trying to block Daniel's kicks.

"That's alright Daniel. I'll take it from here" Mr. James Savage came to Mr. Baker's rescue, stopping Daniel from killing someone. Daniel watched as his uncle dragged a battered Mr. Baker up and took him away from the scene.

Daniel snapped back to reality, seeing Genevieve who took the duvet and covered herself to the tip of her hair. He could hear her whimpers which caused a pang in his chest. He ran to her, removing the duvet as he anxiously scanned her body for injuries.

"I'm so sorry, Genevieve. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you go. You don't deserve any of this. I'm so sorry" he cried, holding her face with his palms to look at him. She stared at him blankly, tears flooding her face.

"Oh my God!" He exclaimed as he hugged her so tightly, glueing her body to his. She cried harder, hugging his waist.

"He tore my clothes, sir and slapped me so hard. What did I ever do to him?" she sniffed, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Shh. He's a psychopath, Genevieve" he brushed her hair with his fingers and embraced her tightly. She involuntarily wrapped her legs around his waist, sinking into him. He stifled a groan, she was oblivious to what that act gave his insides. Their sharp intake of breath were the only sounds heard as they stayed like that for five minutes. She shivered again as he broke the embrace. He quickly removed his suit jacket and covered her up with it. She looked at him and couldn't control the tears anymore.

"Please, Genevieve. I can't see you like this" he whispered as he raised her chin up to look at him. He raised his thumbs, wiping her tears away. "Please don't cry" he whispered slowly as he stared into her eyes. He leaned into her slowly, his lips slightly touching hers, making her open her mouth as a gasp escaped her lips. He immediately captured her lips in a kiss. Slightly pushing her back to the bed, while Genevieve, still wrapping her legs around his waist, she put her hand into his hair, pulling as he made her forget all about the events of the day, filling her with giddiness instead.

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