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His "special" gift from the boss (Charliesweb7 & BlackTalon)

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charliesweb7

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"So...this is her?" The bulky man said, looking over the girl standing in front of him. He was not overly portly but he certainly wasn't lithe at all. He was dressed sharply in a charcoal suit, a mauve colored striped button up below the jacket and a simple black tie. Stylish actually. He wore an expensive watch, highly polished black shoes and the rings on his hands indicated he was from wealth. His black hair was slicked back, showing some signs of gray and his steel gray eyes looked over the girl. His expression was hard, as if waiting for the time to be up. The young woman had her elbow firmly gripped by the older man next to her. The man was taller than her, standing roughly six foot even, his face looking rather weathered. He didn't seem as old the man sitting down but the crows feet seemed to tell a different story. He was much thinner than the other man, sort of muscular as well. He was keeping a firm hand on the girl at all times.

"Yes, this is her." He spoke, almost having to shove the girl forward. She did not want to go forward and she almost stumbled upon the man on the couch. "She is my payment. I mean, she can probably fetch a fair amount if you decide to sell her or something. You know, she is a virgin. She has no diseases. That has to count for something right?" He explained, as if he was selling a car with no miles on it. He was starting to sweat lightly, his eyes darting in between the man and the girl. He tugged at the plain t-shirt, about to toy with his jeans almost.

"Would you stop talking about me like that!? What is stopping me from leaving huh? Going and telling the police?" The woman replied, crossing her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes at both men, looking between the two of them. "You can't legally do this. I mean, people are going to know! People are going to wonder when I suddenly disappear without a trace." She explained, letting out a sigh.

"Well, considering you have now seen my face...there is only one option if this doesn't go well. And it involves both of you." The man sitting replied. He was very calm about this as refolded his hands onto his knee. "I am sure you know what I mean by that." He stated simply, looking to his watch.

The young girl looked to her stepfather, then to the man on the couch. There was a long silence before the two of them ever considered speaking. "You are joking right?" She finally said after a long pause.

"Miss, do I look like I am joking?" He asked, quirking a brow in her direction. That look said he really wasn't joking.

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"Ow!" Melanie replied as the lady plucked another hair from her eyebrow. She had been going at this for the past 20 minutes or so. Normally, it was never an issue. She had never had any issues with doing her own eyebrows but this woman seemed to be giving her more pain for some reason. Ugh.

"There, I am done. You don't have to be so whiny." The woman complained, letting out a sigh as she the looked at her slightly pink skin against the brows. "Here." She replied, then slathering a cream onto her eyebrows. "Wash that off in 10 minutes." She simply replied before giving a roll of her eyes and heading out of the room. With a sigh, Melanie got up and shook her head. The rest of the day was spent getting a complete makeover for the night ahead.

With the final slip of the black suede stilettos, she looked at her reflection. The revealing red dress was too much to her. She looked like a hooker! She tugged at it, hoping not to expose anything. Adjusting the pushup bra, she let out a small groan. Melanie Anne Reid tousled her curled blonde hair, looking at her blue eyes behind the gray smokey eyeshadow and thick lashes. "I look....like a hooker." She whispered to herself, shifting the top of the dress as her large breasts were almost spilling out. Her long and lean legs looked even longer in the short hemline and tall heels. Her curves were accentuated in the dress, even if the dress was too revealing.

She was soon pick up in a simple town car, Melanie having troubles getting in the car without flashing the whole world. Considering she didn't have on any panties...that would be a problem. Stupid dress. Eventually in the car, she shut her legs and made sure to keep them closed for the long ass car ride. Traffic in this city was horrendous. Melanie liked living here just for college but other than that...she really didn't want to live here. She preferred a small town. Not some place that took you 2 hours to get a few blocks. Her eyes just watched the landscape slowly....dreadfully slow, pass by. Before she knew it, they arrived at another large sky scraper. It was nearing night as the passenger came around quickly and pulled her out of the car. "Come on." He mentioned.

Melanie followed the man into the building, earning looks from everyone that she walked past. They all knew that she was an escort. Or at least some cheap whore. In the elevator, the man eyed her a bit. "Again the rules. You shut up and look pretty. You speak to him when he talks to you. You are there to please him and do whatever he wishes. That is the number one rule. Do anything he asks you to do." He mentioned, straightening his tie in the reflection of the doors.

Melanie sighed and looked down at the floor before speaking. "Yes Sir..." She replied as the elevator lunged to a halt. The ding signaled and the doors shifted open before revealing a lavish room. The view was amazing from the windows of the skyline. This is probably where parties were held. But there was no party. Just a few men inside. Uh-oh....what was going to happen? She followed the man out, after he had to drag her out that is. Melanie swallowed, then looking around. So who was the guy she needed to meet? One of these men?
 
As the morning sun climbed the large and sharp skyscrapers and high buildings of New York City, the sunrays that it emitted softly peeked through the blinds of his appartement. Through the blinds it hit the white coloured wall and feasted it's distortion upon his face. And as the sun continued to tease him into his awakening, it finally happened. His light green eyes slowly showed themselves at the show of light and a yawn quickly followed from his lips. He stretched his muscular arms and rose from his sheeths and got out of bed. His body was muscular and his shoulderlength was quite impressive, the result of a heavy but rewarding workout. His hand travelled through his hair and made his messy swept back hairstyle once more and then he smiled gently as he walked over to the bathroom.

Trevor Delacroix had signed up as an undercover cop for NYPD and years of undercover work had led up to this point. He was now a well respected member of the mafia and was looked upon a lot of their members as a solid individual with a stern look and an even bigger aura of impression and dominance. He had been growing closer and closer to the boss and had expanded his network inside of the mafia. Nobody ever suspected him of being undercover or anything like that. Maybe it was because of his actions or his impressive work inside of the mafia but nobody ever doubted him nor his actions which was absolutely perfect for him.

Trevor had reached his bathroom and took a shower to clean off whatever the morning had brought upon him. He stepped out of the shower and fixed his hair with some gel and wax on top of that to give it the look he desired. He smiled and then continued his walk over to his wardrobe where he took out a matte black suit and tie, a silk grey vest to match his suit and black leather shoes to match his classy looks. He grabbed his rolex from his cupboard and attached it to his right wrist and then continued on to his big closet. He opened it and a small arsenal of weaponry and ammunition was located in it along with a number of cellphones and contact lists. He took out a Beretta m9 along with his Cellphone with his mafiosa contacts. He atttached it to his leather belt from the inside of his belt so it was hidden by his suit and then he decided that he was done for his meeting with his comrades.

Trevor had stepped outside of his appartement as he got his daily list of appointments. A list of people he had to visit to collect money for his boss and then at the end of the text, something unexpected showed up. An adress that was noted and a sign with it "Your bonus for your loyalty will be waiting for you there." Trevor could not stop thinking about what it could be so for the first time in a long time, he got excited. After the long visits to his appointments, he figured that he would never be in time. Trevor stepped on the gas of his VW and raced quite a bit towards the adress that he had been given. Little did he know that it was going to be a gorgeous woman that would be his present.

As Trevor arrived at the destination, Melanie would already have been inside. Trevor parked his car at the front door and then stepped out of his car as he made his way inside and into the elevator. As the elevator halted on the designated floor, Trevor's eyes were in delight of what was to come. As Trevor approached the door he scraped his throat and sighed gently as his facial expression returned to being blank and deadly serious as all the mafiosa are used of him.

Before Trevor had arrived the men in the lavish room had stood up and looked at the girl "You." one of them said "Sit in the couch and wait for him" he said as they all now walked past her and the guy that had been escorting her, was now moving her towards the couch and sat her down into it and then moved back to the other men. They started talking a little bit about some stuff they had done and heard last night, most of it contained other members and women.

Trevor moved his hand to the door and knocked twice. Suddenly the men in the room tightened up and one of them opened the door and the rest of them looked at Trevor standing there in a cold and professional way. The men nodded at him and one of them softly said to him "Trevor, that is your gift from the boss. Enjoy her to whatever you seem fit, she is your property right now." Trevor looked suprised for a second but nodded and passed all the men and walked into the room and there he saw a girl so beautifull that his jaw nearly dropped open and then he mentioned to the other 4 guys in the room that they had to leave and so they did, one left the keycard to the room on the cupboard next to the door and so now they were alone.

Trevor looked over to her and softly smiled "What is your name?"
 
The men kept looking at her, obviously pleased with what they saw. Well, hell yeah! She was practically naked in a sense. She just pressed her lips together, standing there. Then men started going on about events, mainly explaining about the girls they slept with and how good of a "fuck" these women were. Before Trevor arrived, one man instructed her to sit on the sofa and all of them made sure she did. Perhaps to see if they could get a peek of something? Melanie approached the couch, slowly taking a seat and crossing her legs. The hemline of the dress rode up significantly, but the folded hands in her lap prevented any views up the skirt to a bare crotch.

With two knocks on the door, it was finally opened to reveal a rather younger looking man. And she had to admit, he looked good from a distance. As he approached, she was rather speechless. This was her..."owner" as he was kind of called. Well, he was extremely handsome. However, probably filtered through sluts like they were a tissue. Used once and then thrown away. He was also part of the mafia so he wasn't all good. And lastly, for all she knew, he was into some kinky shit that she didn't want to do. Too bad she would probably be forced. Melanie looked and watched as the other men left them be, leaving just the two of them. She turned her attention back to the man in front of her, looking up at the tall man. She slowly rose, making sure not to flash him as she stood. Even in heels, he was a good three to four inches taller than her. "Melanie." She simply mentioned at the question of her name. "And what is yours Sir?" She asked in a soft tone.
 
Trevor looked at her and smiled gently as he nodded "Melanie, a beautifull name to fit the frame" he said as he eyed her up and down "That hasn't got to be comfortable Melanie" he said as he moved towards the bathroom and grabbed a bathrobe and went back to hand it over to her "Put this on, I hate what they sometimes dress girls up to meet one of ours" he said as he grumbled and walked over to the coathangers and undid himself of his jacket and hung it ontop of one of the coathangers and in this way he revealed his weapon that was skillfully hidden beneath his jacket and this as well he undid from his body and laid down on one of the cupboards that was hanging there. He moved towards the door and locked it gently as he then returned to her "Trevor Delacroix is my name and please, don't talk to me as Sir, I hate that" he said with a soft smile before he went to sit down next to her.

He looked at her and nodded gently as he looked over to her "You don't have to fear a thing Melanie, you're safe with me" he said with a soft and soothening tone. He eyed her up and down once more and smiled gently "How did you end up in this situation?" he asked her as he looked over into her eyes, his eyes were shining with curiousity and also a soft spark of endulgment as he was thrilled by her appearance. Who wouldn't for such a stunning girl in such an attire.
 
A beautiful name to fit the frame. Psh. In this dress, she thought a more fitting name was Sugar...or Candy...Kitty? Eh, something along those lines. She looked down at her attire when he mentioned it being uncomfortable. Drafty yes. Uncomfortable? Not exactly. Well uncomfortable as in showing too much skin, yes. The man disappeared, soon returning with a bathrobe for her. She lightly took the robe from him, pulling it around her body and tying it. "Thank you." She mentioned gently, feeling a lot better now. She resumed her seat again, watching him take off his coat. It revealed the gun beneath, her eyes watching it. Of course he had a gun. Why wouldn't he? He soon returned, taking a seat next to her. He finally introduced himself, revealing his name was Trevor. Nice name. She nodded her head when he instructed her not to call him Sir. "Okay then." She replied. So far, she was a woman of few words.

Was she really safe as he told her? She really couldn't trust him. Or anyone for that matter. Melanie noticed that he just kept eyeing her constantly, up and down her body. It was slightly annoying to her but she couldn't blame him. She had previously given him a fair amount to look at. "Does it really matter?" She asked him. "All that matters is that I am here now." She commented. Would he continue to harp on the issue? She was not supposed to say. Why? She was unsure. Her story probably wasn't uncommon in this line of work anyways.
 
Trevor chuckled gently as he heard her comments and what she would think of him right now. He nodded and looked at her "To me it does matter where you come from and how you ended up in this." He said as he stood up once more and moved towards the kitchen of the small loft and took out a bottle of champagne and two glasses and returned shortly after "You see, I'm not one of the regular mafia members, I know everything except where you come from" he said with a soft voice. He then opened up the bottle and poured it into the glasses as he filled them half full and smiled gently "Have a drink, we're stuck with eachother anyway now so let's enjoy the time we have." He said as he sat down once more and relax in the couch. "I'm not going to take advantage of you, I'm not that kind of person and whatever you think about me doesn't matter to me at the moment, you'll get to know me and trust me."

Trevor looked at her "Do know this, I will never hurt you, as you are in some way precious to me now, you're a gift from the boss and what I have learned is to treasure the gifts that I get in this world, for they will help me in another" he said with a smirk on his face. "I do so want you to promise me one thing." he said before a small moment of silence. "Promise me that whatever I tell you, whatever we discuss or talk about, it will not leave our mouths and it will never get known to other people. Do we have a deal?" he asked her as he looked her straight in the eyes.
 
"Well, I really am not even supposed to tell you..." She mentioned. He once again left, returning with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. As he handed her a glass, she looked to the glass. "Um...I cannot drink. Well, I am not old enough." She let him know. Not that it had ever really stopped her before. She had gone to parties in college and drank. Why did she have to mention that she was underage now...she had no idea. Apparently they would be here for a while. Great. Why was that? Did he live here or something? Nice view at least. She was surprised to hear that he didn't want to take advantage of her. Uh, wasn't that the point of her? To use her? Something seemed a little off to her really. He seemed to be way too nice. Or maybe she was just lucky and got a sympathetic guy? Who knew. Maybe there was a little luck in all of this.

She nodded her head gently before taking a small sip of champagne. "I promise." She whispered to him. "As for how I came to be here..." She whispered, figuring she would need to tell him sooner or later. "My stepfather had gambling debts to pay your boss. Since he didn't have the money, he decided to trade me instead since I am a virgin." Melanie replied, not looking him in the eye. "That is why I am here. I didn't go to the cops because it was implied that I would be killed." She mentioned to him with a sigh. "And before you ask, my real father and mother are dead." She explained. She had a feeling that was the next question. She blinked her eyes furiously, trying not to cry about all of this. About being traded, her family and everything.
 
Trevor listened carefully to what she was explained and once he saw her blink so furiously, he knew what he had to do. He gently picked her up and put her in his lap and as he did, he wrapped his warm strong arms around her and forced her into laying her head against his chest, his soft heartbeat resounding softly in his chest as he gently patted her head "You're in safe hands now, believe me, I will tell you in time but for now you will have to trust on my word." he said and softly smiled "That means this is a virgin room then, I am as well." he said with a warm voice.

Trevor was trying to calm her down, he hated to see a woman cry and especially one that is as stunning as Melanie. He smiled gently and patted her head more "I will not do you any harm and if you are not allowed to drink, how old are you exactly?" he asked as it had just entered his mind that normally he would not let her have drank the champagne but for now his cover had to remain as solid as it has always been.

He smiled and then looked at her as he put his thumb on her chin and the rest of his fingers underneath her chin and softly moved her head up "Please, dry your tears, you have been quite lucky to have been given to me." he said as he then just smiled warm and gently.
 
Melanie wasn't crying yet but she was slightly shocked when he pulled her onto his lap, holding her close. Melanie tensed up a bit, obviously not sure of him. He was in the mob. Why sis he seem to have a heart of gold? Yeah, there was something wrong. Could he be an undercover cop? Haha, yeah right. He probably wasn't. But then again...

Nah, she had just been watching too many cop shows. His soft heartbeat was rather soothing actually...for a little bit. She was only half listening to him as he mentioned she was in safe hands. Yeah yeah, that is what they all said right? She did seem to perk up at the mention of him as a virgin as well. She pulled away, furrowing her eyebrows at him. "You are a virgin?" She asked, sounding rather appalled. He was joking right?

Melaine blinked a few more times, letting out a sigh before touching the corners of her eyes to make sure she stopped crying. "I am twenty. I am close enough but yeah..." She added, shaking her head. Why did she even bring that up? She still had no idea why she did that. She was currently staring at the hardwood floor, just thinking about things.

When he made her gaze meet his, she slowly then pulled away. "If you say so. So is this where you live?" She asked, looking around. She just wanted to move on from this. Honestly? She was exhausted. She just wanted to take another hot bath or shower and sleep. Oh and get food. She had been living on crackers and some water for the past 4 days.
 
Trevor shook his head and smiled gently "My place looks a little bit better" he said as he gently put her besides him again and stood up slowly. He then went back to his gun and put it back on his belt and then turned around to look at her "Put that bathrobe back and I'll take you to my place" he said and then took out his cellphone as he walked to the front of the door and grabbed his jacket and put it back on.

He then unlocked his cellphone, started dialing a number and then smiled as he got connected with someone. "Max, go to my appartement and prepare a lovely dinner for two and get some red wine as well" he said as the voice on the other side just confirmed what Trevor told him to do. Trevor then hung up the phone and looked over to Melanie as she came out of the bathroom and smiled again as he could see her figure again, she was a sight to never forget and that he would never do. "Are you ready to leave?" he asked her gently as he smiled and looked at her "And yeah I really am a virgin." he said with a soft and tender tone.

Now who was this Max, Max is someone a mafiosa would call a slave. He wanted to be in the mafia only to be ensured that he was protected from whatever happened to him so he became one of the lowest positions there is in the mafia. And so Max became a delivery boy, a lower mafiosa that had no speech into the family but had the protection of the family.
 
Looks better? What did he live...in the White House? This apartment was fantastic! Better than what she lived in. She lightly touched the corners of her eyes again, slowly standing when he told her to put the bathrobe back. She walked into the bathroom, shrugging off the plush robe and placing it back on the hook. She looked at her reflection again, adjusting so that she wasn't exposed. Damn this dress. She couldn't wear panties with it.

Melanie slowly walked out, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. She brushed her curled hair back, looking up as he asked if she was ready. "Yeah." She simple stated. He even mentioned again that he was a virgin. "Okay.." She added, still not believing him. He was probably just saying that to make her feel better. Maybe so when he screwed her, she would let him. Who knew. She followed him out of the area, going to the elevator. Could she run? No, that was certainly a death wish for her. She would be found and killed. Plus, like she could outrun anyone in these stilettos. She would trip and face plant in a few seconds.

In the elevator, she let out a sigh and lightly rubbed her arms. "So where do you live here?" She asked him. She had only moved here a year ago. She didn't know the terminology well. West 83rd. 5th Avenue. Eh, she only new bits and pieces.
 
Trevor had seen the discomfort that the dress was giving her but had yet to discover that she hadn't been wearing panties the entire time. This fact would definetly intrigue him beyond the borders of his virgin mind but that hadn't happened thus far. He smiled gently and looked at her "Upper Manhattan, my loft is there, you'll find out." He said as he smiled and continued to wait until the elevator reached the bottom floor. And as he did he exited the elevator and held out his arm for her to hold as they walked over to his sweet new ride that he had just gotten a week ago. And it was noticable, the paint was fresh and shiny, the wheels looked brandnew and the car itself looked incredible, even for a mafia member, this car was the tip of the iceberg.

Trevor made his way to the passenger door and as he got close, the car unlocked itself with the flashing of it's headlights. The new technology that the car-keycards held was amazing and left quite a good impression with the drivers. He smiled gently and opened the door for her to sit down and then shut it as she got in. He then travelled back to the driver's side and opened it up after which he sat down and closed the door. The seats of the car were made out of black and brown leather which made it look professional but still comfortable. He smiled gently and then buckled up as he inserted the keycard into it's slot and voice-recognition started. "Identify yourself" a voice from the steering wheel said "Trevor Delacroix" Trevor responded and as he did, the car's engine started and they were good to go.

Trevor smiled gently as he shifted gears and started driving towards their next location. One of few places where he actually felt safe from all the stuff that was going on in his life.
 
Upper Manhattan. That was a good place right? Expensive. As the elevator finally stopped, they walked out and he offered his arm to her. Melanie slowly slid her arm into his, looking to the people who were watching her as she exited the lavish lobby. She was expecting there to be a town car waiting or perhaps even a limo. Instead, she was met with an expensive sports car. Mercedes or BMW from the looks of it. Mercedes it was as she looked to the emblem on the hood of the car. Very nice, very expensive. Apparently he was well liked in the mafia. A very top member at this organization. Just what had he done to earn the title?

She waited for the door to be opened before she would open hers. But he ended up opening the door for her. "Thank you." She mentioned, trying not to expose herself as she gingerly got into the luxury car. This was rather hard to do...Once safely inside without flashing too much, she buckled herself up. Trevor soon joined her, settling in before she heard a voice asking to identify himself. "Your car asks you to identify yourself?" She asked. She had no idea cars could do that. When did they start doing that? Strange. Melanie just settled in, pressing her legs together and resting her hands on her lap as he pulled away from the curb.

Well, now what would her life be like from now on? She was curious of that herself. Was Trevor planning on losing his virginity to her? Well, at least that is what he "claimed" to her.
 
Trevor nodded and smiled as she mentioned the car's voice activation "Yes it's the newest technology that I've agreed on testing out, sometimes it acts up though, especially when I have a cold." he said as he looked over her and then smiled warmly. They were driving for about 25 minutes until they arrived at a fancy looking appartement building at which he then parked his car and looked at her "We're here." he said as he took out his keycard, opened his door and closed it behind him and then waited for her to get out of the car so that he could lock it up and waited for her to get next to him so they could move to the lobby of the hotel.

After they moved to the lobby, he smiled at the receptionist and the receptionist nodded and pushed in a button that got the private elevator to open up at the bottom floor. As it arrived, Trevor made his way to the inside and pressed the 6th floor button. He looked at Melanie and smiled at her "Do you want to take a shower once you get there or what do you want to do?" The elevator doors closed infront of them and the ride up had started.
 
Why even have a car in the city? Didn't most people use the subway or take a taxi? Or was that considered "low class" now? It took forever to drive sometimes and parking was a rip off. Some people, she heard rumors at least, paid like a million dollars a year for a parking spot. They clearly had way too much money. He approached a fancy apartment building, shiny and seemingly newer or at least renovated. Trevor went into the garage, parking his car before Melanie unbuckled and got out.

Heading up to the lobby, they then headed towards the elevator. Once again, there was a look from the receptionist. He was eyeing her, watching to see if she would expose any more skin. She really needed more clothes. She didn't want to wear this every day. Her feet were already killing her! Turning around in the elevator, she watched as the door slid shut and the elevator started ascending. "A shower sounds nice. Maybe some other clothes..." She added, looking over to him. "What really sounds nice is some food. I haven't really had much to eat in the past week." She explained. She would settle for a sandwich at the moment. Just anything but crackers...
 
Trevor smiled gently and nodded to her "I'll arrange you some clothes, just tell me what your sizes are and what you need and I can have some clothes brought over" he said gently as the elevator soon started approaching the sixth floor. "I'll make you some food while you take a shower, I guess by that time, the food would be done" he said as the elevator doors started to open upon the sixth floor. And as Trevor came out of the elevator doors he turned left and walked until the very end of the corridor in which he slid his keycard through the lock of the door and entered his loft which looked almost brand new. The floor was made from Greek Marble which looked beautifull in reflection to the white painted walls and black furniture. The black cupboard at the start of the medium-sized hallway was designed entirely for the use of putting shoes in it and above it, there were 5 coathangers ready to take the heavy task of carrying whatever clothing a person would hang on it. If Melanie would look further down the hallway, she would see the large living room which contained a nice flatscreen tv and some black leather couches. to the left of the hallway she would see a door and on the right side she would see two more doors.

Trevor continued into the living room after taking of his shoes, hanging up his coat and closing the door behind Melanie. He smiled as he took place in one of the two big leather couches and looked over at Melanie "So your sizes?" he asked her politely as he looked over at her with a handsome smile on his face. When Melanie would enter the living room, she could see that on the left side it contained a large black closet which seemed to have been locked with a key and then further on there was a wall with a doorway but no door in it. Through the doorway she could see clearly that it was the built in kitchen of the loft that looked rather nice as well.
 
"Oh okay...I just need like a few shirts and a few pairs of pants." She explained. She didn't want to make him pay a lot. Then again he probably had enough money to buy her some decent clothes. She followed him out of the elevator, waiting for him to unlock the door. After stepping inside, she looked around the place. It was very nice. Very modern. She was more a fan of color in her place. Colored walls, furniture that was browns or grays against a colored wall. But not everyone liked that. So she wasn't going to make a comment. "Your place is very nice." She said honestly. It really was nice. She wasn't lying about it.

"Oh uh... I am like a 12 or 14 in pants...maybe a large in tops?" She asked him, moving over to the coat hangers and taking off her heels. Once she was out of her heels, she let out a sigh. So much better. She was now much shorter, her looking around to him. "You don;t have to cook me anything. Uh...idn't that my job?" She asked him, biting on her lower lip.
 
"That will be all ? Are you sure you don't need anything else?" he asked her as he picked up his cellphone and started typing in instructions to one of their runners that was waiting for his next orders, he give in the sizes that were needed and which items that were needed, if she did gave up more, he would add them to the list. And as soon as the message was out, an "Okay" message appeared back on the screen of his smartphone. Trevor nodded and smiled as he took in the compliment and then looked over to her "You just make sure that you've cleaned up yourself and that you feel comfortable" he then motioned towards the door on the left side of the hallway "That's the bathroom, there's bathrobes inside and fresh towels for your use"

Trevor stood up gently and smiled as he started moving towards the kitchen "Yell if you need anything and one last thing before I lose my sight over you" he said as his face then turned to a stern look "Don't try to run." he said as he then smiled once more and moved into the kitchen to start preparing the food for the two of them. He was whistling softly and he then continued of by taking off his shirt because of the warmth in the kitchen as he was cooking. He also opened up the blinds that covered the entire wall of the living room and revealed an amazing sight over the entire area of NYC.
 
"Well I mean, I figured I am staying in your apartment every day until you come home right?" She asked. So the point she was trying to make was the fact that she wouldn't be going anywhere. If only he had a dog or something to spend her time with. Otherwise she was going to be rather lonely. She looked over to him, then looking towards the door that housed the bathroom. "Okay." She replied, then rubbing her neck. She had no idea that he had planned a special dinner with wine. Even if she was only twenty.

Melanie looked away when he told her not to run away. Where was she going to run? Jump out of the sixth story window? "Yes Si...." She replied, pressing her lips together and just lightly turning on her heels. She went into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. She pressed her back against the door for the moment, just to think. Letting out a deep sigh, she moved towards the shower and turned it on to heat up. She looked through the drawers in his bathroom, trying to find something to tie her hair up with. She eventually found a pen, her securing her hair into a bun with the pen. So much for all the makeup. She didn't want to keep that on her face. Testing the shower, she found it to her liking before then stepping in. Letting the hot water pour over her nude form, she let out another sigh and let her shoulders drop a bit. The hot water was rather relaxing, letting her unwind a bit.
 
Trevor had started cooking what was going to be quite a nutricious meal for the both of them. Low fat chicken slices alongside with cooked potato slices, lettuce and cucumber. Trevor was quite an experienced cook as he always had to take care of himself, he had a decent household experience and this reflected in his appartement. It was neat and clean and everything was quite in order except for some minor stuff. Trevor smiled gently as he softly yelled through his appartement "The food is ready!" as he took the pans from the fire and put them on holding platters, in which he followed to fill two plates with the delicious looking food and walked over to the dinner table that was in the living room and dressed it up quite nicely with fork and knife on each side. Trevor moved towards the kitchen again as he went to fetch a nice red wine bottle and took two wine glasses to the table and poured them half full with red wine just as it was supposed to.

He then sat down at the one of the chairs and smiled as he awaited Melanie's arrival from the shower.
 
Melanie didn't really hear him when called out that dinner. She just resumed her shower, washing her body down and removing some of the body glitter and such. Next came her face, removing all of the makeup from her face. It took a while but she was soon finishing up, turning off the shower and wrapping the small white towel around her. She moved out of the glass shower, then stepping towards the mirror and wiping the condensation away. It was different to see her without all the makeup. After a few moments watching herself, she then started to dry herself off. After getting dry, she picked up what she assumed was his robe and put it on. Taking down her hair and tying the robe, she came out to see him at the table. She looked over, following to the dinner. She looked down to see two plates with a fairly nice dinner for the two of them. "This is dinner?" She asked, sitting down. "Well thank you." She mentioned, waiting for him to start eating.
 
Trevor smiled gently as he saw her come out in his robe, which was frankly way too big for her but it suited her a little as he could see her curves through the robe which frankly made him smile a bit more. She was stunningly beautifull and had been nothing but kind to him, even if she was strangely his property, which he couldn't really exploit. He smiled and nodded "This is dinner" he said as he started eating from the delicious tasting food. "How are you liking it so far Melanie?" he asked after taking a sip from the well riped red wine. He looked over at the door and shook his head "The delivery boy is late." he said as the stern look returned to his eyes and for the first time of meeting eachother, Melanie could see that his eyes now contained something else than just a stern look, it was some kind of disrespect and disgust that he felt towards the delivery boy. She wouldn't be able to tell if it was just because of him being late or just because now that they were finally alone, he could finally let his emotions go.

Trevor then returned to his original warm smile and looked at her "What do you want to know about me? Ask away."
 
Cucumbers and lettuce with potatoes? That was about the weirdest thing she had ever seen. "You didn't have to do all of this." She mentioned, picking up her fork and knife. She cut up the chicken breast into small pieces. Placing her fork down, she took a bite of the chicken. This was soo much better than crackers. Hell, she probably would have eaten anything at this rate. She looked up when he mentioned the delivery boy was late. And the look in his eye...well it scared her a bit. He looked super pissed off and she honestly didn't know what he would do. Was he the type to get violent? Would he get violent with her was another question. She had no idea about him. She looked away, taking another bite of her food and leaving her wine untouched. She looked up from her meal when he asked her a question. "Oh...I don't know. What do you want me to know? Is there like rules I should know?" She asked, licking her lips after. There was probably rules that she had to abide by. Now what they were...she was unsure.
 
Trevor nodded and smiled "I didn't need to but I wanted to." he said as he continued eathing for a while until she answered "There are some rules you have to follow" he said and continued eating for a bit until his plate was empty. He took another sip of his wine and smiled "So are you ready for the rules?" he asked her as he stood up and went to put his plate in the sink as he returned to sit in front of her. "First rule: whatever you do in here is our business and our business alone, nobody has to know what is said, discussed or seen here. Second rule: You will never ever look into that cupboard" he said as he pointed to the locket closet that was in the living room. "Third rule: Never run. And finally the fourth rule: you will do as I say whenever I say." And as he said that he smiled gently and looked at her "First things first, you will clean the dishes and after give me a good back massage" he said as he stood up and went towards the couch to sit down and relax after having to make up the rules on the spot. He wasn't sure if she would follow them all but he had to make sure that she knew what he was all about.
 
Of course there was rules. Now, what were those rules? She looked up to him, nodding her head at the mention of being ready for the rules. Alright, she would get to hear these rules. First one was nothing left the apartment. Alright. Who was she going to tell anyways? That was fine. Her eyes then moved to the closet that he mentioned. What was in there? Perhaps a dead body? Or maybe it was weapons. Who knew but it was probably locked anyways. So how would she look in there? The third rule was never run. Well she kind of figured that. They would find her and kill her. That much she knew. Besides, he would probably make it so that the door was locked at all times. The last one, Melanie just sighed. She knew that was coming. "Yes Si..." She started, catching herself again. She just figured "sir" fit a lot more. Plus, she had no idea if he would change it and end up preferring Sir.... She finished up her food, then taking her plate in and starting to clean the dishes. She set out a towel next tot he sink, then starting to wash the dishes before rinsing them and letting them dry on the towel. It didn't take long before she was wiping her hands and then heading over to the couch. "Would you like to lie on your stomach?" She asked her eyes traveling over his form.
 
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