Here's part 5 guys. Hope you enjoy!
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The next afternoon, Eva was doing her best to avoid Tom, and it seemed to be working. She hadn't heard from him all morning. She started to grow suspicious the more she thought about it, but then realised how silly that was and started to feel more at ease.
Then the phone rang.
"Good afternoon, The Lord Bellington," she chirped in her cheeriest phone manner. Her heart stopped as she heard his voice.
"Miss Winter," he said, in a professional yet slightly patronising manner, "could you come up please? I have a guest who would like some champagne."
She was confused, her heart in her mouth. "What is he up to?" She asked herself.
"Of course Sir, I'll have room service bring a bottle up right aw-"
"No no," he interrupted, "I would like you to deliver it. Personally." She thought for a moment, but there was nothing she could do. Benjamin had assigned her to tend to him. She'd thought of calling in sick for the rest of the week, but it was still her job and she wanted to be taken seriously, she couldn't let him intimidate and toy with her like this.
"Of course sir," she mumbled, "right away."
She straightened herself out as she approached the elevator. Her palms were sweating as she stepped inside, greeting Billy with a weak smile as she requested the eighteenth floor.
"Seeing Mr Darlington again Miss Winter?" He asked, a defeated look on his face as he eyed the ice bucket she was holding with the large magnum chilling inside.
"Just delivering this, he has a guest," she replied calmly, using every ounce of strength she had in her to keep her nerves from showing. She had no idea what he was up to, nor did she know who was in there with him, or whether there was anyone in there at all and whether this was all just a ruse to get her to come to him. Either way her mind and her heart were racing.
The digital reader on the screen read, "18."
As she entered his room, Tom was nowhere to be seen. She could smell cedar wood, and sensed that the air was slightly humid, then realised he must be in the bathroom. She took a deep breath and entered to see Tom, wearing nothing but black swimming trunks sat in the large pearl white jacuzzi. Sat beside him was a young tanned woman, pretty with short blonde hair set into a sharp bob, topless with a glass of champagne in her hand.
"Kirsty?!" Eva cried, so shocked at the sight of her colleague sat half naked in his jacuzzi that she nearly dropped the bucket. Tom quickly pulled Kirsty towards him and whispered something to her that Eva couldn't make out, then waved her away dismissively, as if he were batting away a fly.
"Oh, Miss Winter!" Tom exclaimed amusedly, "I forgot you were coming up. Champagne?" He held out a crystal flute to her, beckoning her forward with an evil smile on his face. Kirsty was doing her best to cover up her chest as she hurriedly got out of the tub, grabbed a towel along with her pile of clothes and ran towards Eva who scowled at him.
"I'm sorry Evie, please don't tell Mr Darlington," she pleaded, panic in her eyes as she flung herself into Eva's arms. Eva comfortingly put her arm on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring look.
"Come on let's go," she whispered, ushering her out of the room.
"Kirsty, you can leave," Tom called after them coldly, "although I'd like you to hang on Miss Winter," his words harsh and demanding. Eva held her breath as she looked over at Kirsty who was clearly desperate to get out of there, and nodded her head allowing her to leave. Kirsty gave her one final look and sped out of the room, the door slamming behind her.
"What the hell are you playing at?" She shouted, visibly angry at the display she'd just witnessed.
"Well I was hoping for a threesome," he replied somewhat innocently, flashing her a wink, "but then seeing you made me ask myself what I'd want with that cheap blonde tart when I could just have you all to myself instead." He got out of the tub and removed his trunks as she stood in front of him, shyly averting her eyes as he grabbed a towel from the rack and tied it around his waist, tiny beads of water rolling down his perfectly carved torso. He laughed to himself as he strode towards her.
"Is there really any need for that? You've seen it all before darlin', if my memory serves me right you had it in your mouth around this time yesterday," he teased. Her cheeks flushed red at the memory.
Her hands were clamming up again, her mouth had gone almost completely dry. "I think I will have that champagne now," she mumbled, as he took the flute from the side of the tub and handed it to her. She drained the entire glass in one gulp, and instantaneously felt a little light headed.
"There's plenty more if you want to join me in the tub," he purred, circling her as she stood rooted to the spot, "Kirsty seemed to enjoy it. Don't worry though, I didn't fuck her," he whispered into her ear as she shuddered, stepping away from him.
"How could you humiliate her like that?" She asked, "how could you be so cruel?"
"Oh don't be so dramatic. Besides, she'd be back up here on her hands and knees carrying that bucket with her teeth if I asked her to," he said menacingly, standing behind her holding her by the waist, the other hand pulling her hair from behind her neck and putting it all to one side over her shoulder, and placed his lips over her ear.
"I assume you heard what I said yesterday and that's what made you run out of here so fast," he whispered.
"N-n-no," she stuttered, "I left because I realised it was wrong. I love Freddie and he doesn't deserve this." He was holding her hands behind her back as he explored her jawline with the tip of his nose, taking in her scent, moving his way down to her neck.
"You know exactly what I said," he murmured into her neck.
"You're not capable of l-love. You treat people like they're yours, like toys. That's not love." Her voice was shaking as she tried to control herself.
"Ah so you did hear me," he chimed softly, "and maybe so, but they are mine if I want them to be. Maybe it's a fucked up kind of love, but I'm a man who knows what he wants Eva, and nothing stops me from getting what I want." His hands were sliding along her hips as his lips traced her collarbone, her whole body shaking.
"Don't," she whimpered, "I can't."
"Can't? Or won't?" He held her arms firmly by her sides, "I'm tired of playing games with you Eva, I'm a powerful man and I'm used to getting what I want," he whispered coldly, "if I have to play a little dirty, so be it, all I know is that I'm not letting you leave this room until I have you at least once." His words were calm yet demanding, soft but aggressive. She became frightened and tried to struggle free from his hold.
"Stop it, please," she pleaded quietly, her eyes filling with tears, "you're scaring me now, I don't want this please let me go."
"Oh Eva sweetie, I can't keep up with you. Yesterday you were all over me and had my dick in your mouth. As much as I've enjoyed our little games of kiss chase, I'm getting a little frustrated with you," he chimed maliciously, his once green eyes darkening, like a man who had lost control of his senses.
He quickly turned her around and gripped the back of her head, forcing her towards him. He held her hands behind her back as he forced his lips upon hers so quickly she could barely catch her breath, holding her in place. She squirmed in his arms until he loosened his grip on her and she pulled her head away from him, breathless and panicked, her groin burning in arousal.
"I said no!" She exclaimed, slapping him hard across his cheek, however he didn't even flinch. She stepped back, terrified of what she'd just done. He looked at her with that beautiful, evil grin.