Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

by Caitlin Sharratt

  “Henry. Safe travels?”

  “Yes, thanks.” Knowing it was his own private plane that i had to book with.

  “Good. now, it won't be long until you reach your hotel, but there is a little surprize there for us all.”

  “You’re at the hotel?”

  “Indeed I am; I don’t want to miss a thing.” What the hell did the madman have planned for me? I glance at Eric, his sickening grin spreading wider as we listen to our boss.

  “See you then.” The line clipped off and we sat in silence. My mind began to ponder of what the fuck he was talking about...and what he has planned for me.

  The ride was quiet the whole time, tension filled the air as I felt Eric’s eyes on me the whole time. I had to hold the urge to punch him right in his gut. The car came to a holt, and the doors were opened for us, I followed Eric, watching his shoulders relax made me feel agitated. They sky was black and the only lights that guided me was the street lights. A tall thick building stood in our way, people sipping champagne and enjoyed there evening at posh tables inside the entrance. But instead of checking in, the guards behind me and Eric began to take me through the Elevator.

  “Why is it to the top?”

  “Mr Philips has direct orders to take you to his own suite.” Eric answered for me as we watched the doors. The bell pinged, and I was ushered to the hallway, I glanced around, knowing that something was not right. Eric knocks before entering, pissing me off at the idea of him barging into my own office.

  “Ah, Eric! Henry! Good to see you both here.” Mr Philips was nowhere in sight but his voice was deep again, masking his identity.

  “You wanted us here, now what do you want?”

  “right down to business, I like it.” He laughed as I walked around the room, noticing that there were no windows here. It was spacious, and only two doors that could exit to either the bedroom or bathroom. I sat on the edge of the leather couch, not wanting to relax and get back home and to my work.

  “A few weeks ago some of the shipments at the dockings have been going missing, we have...discreetly spoken to every person who works there and with their co-operation, they are hoping to catch the fuckers who have been stealing my profits.” He seethed, imaging a big thick vein popping on his forehead.

  “Then why did you not call me sooner? Instead of me having to put up with this shithead and no I’m not sorry Eric-Then we could have easily resolved this quicker instead of wasting my time.”

  “Then if your time is so precious then maybe you could tell me why we have a mole in our company!” A mole? How the fuck did that happen?

  “You know who?”

  “There’s more than one. A man and women, most probably fucking at the same time as well as work partners. Either way they are screwed once I get my hands on the other one.” He was menacing, his voice trailing off.

  “You already have one of them?” I was surprised, knowing that his resources were lacking behind.

  “Yes, a feisty little one, pretty, perky and delicious.” He growled. It made me sick to the stomach knowing that he could think like that but then again, I always think like that.

  “I could interrogate her if she is in holding back at home. If that is all- “

  “No, she is here, in fact, she is in the other room. But there is something I would enjoy telling you.”

  “what?” I was getting impatient, I stood as the guards head into the dark room, dragging out a woman by the neck, her head covered by a thick black sack. She whimpered as they dragged her about, her hands were bound in front of her, her clothes torn and revealed pale skin. Slight bruising marked her, making me gulp a little.

  “You. know. her.” The guard took the bag off, showing a petrified woman, her tears streaking her face as she blinked from the harsh lighting and looking around. Her large eyes widen as she stared at me. But she could not speak. Her mouth sealed by thick black tape. She muffled underneath it as she tried to pull away from the guard but he kept her still easily, my knuckles began to harden at the idea of him touching her like that. Her hair fell over her shoulders, wet from her tears. But what worried me was her nakedness, her underwear thankfully still intact. Knowing what these men are like, they would take her at any opportunity.

  “Did you have any idea that your assistant is a mole Henry? Because if you did, you should be very lucky I am not there right now.”

  “Why are you not here?” I snapped, avoiding my gaze from her, holding the urge to just get out her out of here.

  “I had another situation that I had to sort out.” I was losing my patience.

  “So what now?”

  “Now, I want you to dig deep into that pretty little head of hers, torture her, fuck her, I don’t care just get it out of her.” He cut the line again leaving the room become silent as I watch Emily struggled against the man, he had enough, throwing her across the carpet floor and no doubt bruising and burning her skin.

  “Bitch.” He huffed before standing over by the door.

  “How are you going to do this?” Eric said as he kneeled down to the girl, a sickening grin on his face as he began to lick his lips. I watched her crawl back away from him but her body failed her.

  “I don’t know but I prefer not to have an audience, so to imply put it. Fuck. Off.” Eric’s grin slid off his face, before standing to face me.

  “You think you’re so tough don’t you? That you have your little thrown and office at the very top of your little castle. But sooner or later I will be taking your place, I can fuck who I want when I want, and defiantly all over the office.” Too late, fucker, I beat you too it.

  “We will finish this later.” I growled as I watched them all walk out, leaving me to the frightened Emily. I kneel down to her, her bright green eyes building out of her eyes as she backed away from me.

  “I am nothing like him Emily, trust me.” No... I’m worse.

  She shook her head, trying to at least cover her body as much as she could so I did the only thing I could do, I took my jacket off and draped it over her, she frowned as she watched me do so. I stood again, seeing a women no longer, but a scared little girl...the same little girl in the picture.

  What have I done to her? Her life is ruined, truly fucked and I know what Mr Philips is like…He would never let a person go. He would kill them…like he would do to Emily.

  Chapter Four.

  Emily.

  I felt heavy, but cloudless at the same time. I was cold to the bone and my skin burned and chaffed. I willed my eyes open but I was too tired…too exhausted to move. There was a beat against my ear, soft and hardly noticeable. I moved slowly, feeling something move underneath me as I did.

  “Your awake.” I opened my eyes to his voice, it was soft and smooth, almost lulling me back to sleep.

  “W-where are we?” I croaked, sitting up from his body heat, I suddenly grab onto the coat that covered my shoulder, seeing that I was still half naked. Why would he pull me up to him like this? My head resting on his chest as if I was his lover.

  “I have changed my hotel destination, figuring that you hate the place more than I do. Please, rest.” His hand guided me back to his chest from my shoulder, gently coaxing me to him. But I kept my guard, pulling back from him and sit next to the seat far away from him and covering my body, pulling my knees to my chest as much as I could.

  “How can I rest Henry? I was taken, forced to undress to a man-who is your work college!? What the fuck is happening here?” I gripped the coat, forcing myself to look at him and watched his expression.

  “You have every right to be mad, if it helps, you’re not the only one who is feeling like this.” He stared me straight in the eyes, not testing my limits or pushing my boundaries. He gave my body a quick check before sitting forward.

  “They didn’t touch you did they?” Thankfully they didn’t but if they did, I don’t think I would have been as strange as I was now.

  “No.” He signed in relief while rubbing his face, he opened the side of
the compartment, taking out a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

  “I’m guessing your wanting one of these.” He poured into a glass before handing it to me, a sniff it, unsure whether if I should try it before taking a sip

  “Neck it back, makes it easier.” I watch him take a gulp before swallowing, his perfect jaw and his Adam’s apple move. I had the urge to kiss it.

  I took a swig, cringing at the strong taste before swallowing. A deep burn began at the back of my throat before warming my belly. I love the feeling. I take another swig before I finish the glass.

  “Not a scotch fan?”

  “Never tried it before...but i like the burn.”

  “It’s my favourite part.” He filled his glass before taking a bigger swig, His eyes never leaving me.

  “Why did they take me?” I played with my empty glass, my feet becoming cold from the leather seats.

  “All i can say is that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I should never of allowed you to work as my assistant..I've endangered you.”

  “I was a mistake?”

  “No...if you would believe me, I think you are the best assistant I have ever had.” maybe because I’m not trying to get into your pants like every other women would do.

  “Can I leave?” I knew the answer already; I just need to make sure I was right. But Henry ignored me, his eyes busy looking out the window. If he's going to act like a child, then I can do the same. Two can play that game Mr.

  It was still dark by the time we got to the new hotel, my eyes were heavy again to even notice my surroundings outside the window, but before I could leave the car, I put the coat on, thankful that it was long enough for me to cover my naked body. But I was shoeless. Shit! we leave the car and a chill swept over me. The streets were bare but I could feel eyes all over me. Discreetly I was led through the back, my feet becoming numb from the cold pavement. Henry stayed by my side and even sometimes touched the lower part of my back but I brushed him off me each time. I couldn't let him touch me, not after what I saw what he was like. He was like a monster, cold and calculated. He seemed like a different person from the office. He’s cruel.

  I was quickly guided to a dimly lit room, a large couch was calling to me, and before I know it my head was hitting the pillow. I curl up, ignoring Henry's gaze as I began to sleep.

  “What are you doing?”

  “sleeping, like any other person would do at night.” I mumbled.

  “Not on the couch.”

  “What?” I glance over my shoulder, seeing his suit jacket being removed. His shoulders were large and perfect, I wondered what they would feel like? would they be hard and sculptured like a god? What is wrong with me!? I can’t think like that with him anymore, he's...a criminal.

  “Your back will be fucked in the morning so there is a bed in the back room.” He was tieless so he removed his dress shirt easily, showing his defined biceps. Fuck me, he was glorious!

  “Fine.” I huffed, doing as he said. The room was large, along with the bed. Soft cotton cream sheets covered the king size bed, and I would be hogging the whole mattress like a baby koala would do to its mother.

  “Here, it will be more comfortable for you.” His voice was behind me, too close for comfort. His breath fanned across my hair, making the hairs on my skin stand strait. I faced him, his hand holding his suit shirt and passing it to me. I accept it, not wanting to argue with the grumpy bastard. I glance at him, raising my brow so he could get the hint. He turned around, giving me his back. Fuck, I could see every little groove of his muscles. Picturing my nails scratching against the skin, marking him as he would mark me with his kisses. I change quickly, noticing his shirt stops at the base of my knees. His smell was all over me, making my pussy throb with excitement. If my body was going to carry on like this, it’s going to be a long night for me.

  I climb into the bed, signing with content as i noticed it was warm inside, thankful for the warm room temperature. Henry heard the rustling of the bedsheets so he turned around, his eyes glued on me. He began to remove his trousers, making me sit up.

  “What are you doing?” I tried not to sound alarmed but my voice failed me.

  “Getting ready for bed.”

  “You’re not sleeping in here!” I kept my voice calm, but it ended up being demanding.

  “You bet your sweet arse I am, I paid for this room and I will sleep in that bed.” Fuck, now I have angered the beast.

  “..Fine, just please...Don't touch me.” I pulled the covers to my neck, seeing his face soften as I did.

  “We both have had a hell of a day, touching you is the last thing on my mind.” He removed his shoes, trousers and socks before climbing in next to me, feeling his body heat all around me was torment. My fingers gripped onto the bed cover, resisting to grab and hold him. But I guessed he is not the cuddling type.

  “So...you think about touching me?” Wanting to get the awkwardness between us out of the way, he faced me, covering himself with the cover as he did.

  “I Don’t think right now is the best time to talk about that.”

  “Why? It's the best time as any time. right? I Mean I might not be alive by the end of week.”

  “why do you think that?” He sounded bored, turning on his back so he could look at the ceiling.

  “Come Mr Clinton, a man like you, I would of guess that I will be killed the minute I step back into the real world.”

  “See that is the problem with you women, you think you can be swept away like some fairy tale, but the truth is, this world, the people, the environment, it’s cruel, it's dangerous. People get killed, slaughtered every day and no one would miss them.”

  “Just like I won't be missed.” My father would end up tracking down the killer himself, but the idea of the grief my father would go through, losing another person he loved would devastate him. I watched Henry’s features, his eyes crinkled as I spoke next, wincing as if he was in pain.

  “Have you killed before?”

  “Yes.”

  “Will you kill me?”

  “I..I don’t know.” I chewed my lip, holding the tears back at the idea of being murdered by this man...a man who I trusted so easily with a matter of days.

  “...If it comes that...I want it to be quick, knowing those sick bastards who took me, they would end up enjoying it too much.”

  “You think I would enjoy it?” He faced me, his eyes darken from tiredness and sleep deprivation.

  “..No...I don't think you are capable of enjoying killing me.” I pulled the covers closer to me, ignoring the heat blooming over my chest. I could not tell if it was lust...or fear.

  “I’m incapable of enjoying a lot of things Miss Cooper, but killing you would never please me.”...He was confusing me, saying he is a killer but having to kill me would not please him made it sound like he liked me in a way.

  “Do you desire me, Henry?” Why the hell did I say that!?

  “yes, very much. But in the end we both lose.” Fuck, my clit began to heat and throb at the idea of henry wanting me, wanting me and fucking me all at the same time.

  “How would we lose?”

  “Because fucking you won’t change a thing, at the end of the day, you will be killed and my life would carry on like it has too.” His voice was laced with sincere regret.

  “Who said anything about fucking?”

  “Because it's the only thing i could give you. I don't love Emily. I never have and I never will. So don't try to change that.” He rolled over, giving me his back as he switched the bedroom lamp off and was greeted by the darkness. I heard his heavy breathing calm, sleep must have invaded him and before i could argue, it invaded me too.

  It was heavy, thick and dark, and ever so deadly. I couldn't breathe, my mouth gasping for air but each time I did, my mouth filled in with more water. My darkest nightmare, the sea.

  I moved my arms, remembering to swim but my body was becoming so weak, failing my commands. My head bobbed out of the water, allow
ing my lungs to breath. My legs kicked out frantically, pushing myself up more. Starlight’s shined above me as well as the half shaped moon, guiding me as little light I could have.

  I screamed, shouting for help, hoping someone could hear me, but I would have guessed that no one is as far out here in the sea, other than my parents. My throat was sore, parched for water even though there was plenty of it around me, I willed my body to calm, trying to save as much energy as I could. Something knocked against me, and I turned in the water, my eyes instantly recognised the object. thick wood can easily float in water, and I pushed myself to grab onto it. It was half the size of my body, but I would have to be my only survival thing I have out here. I rested my head against it, my body exhausted and wanting sleep.

  My eyes lulled shut, just for a second but felt like a century. A loud honking noise woke me, and I was surprised to see the sun rising ever so slightly at the horizon but what covered the view was a thick, large tanked boat. Sailing away from me, leaving me here.

  “Help!” I screamed as much as I could but my voice was hoarse, heavy and cracking.

  “..please..Help me!” I tried kicking my legs to them but by the time I could even swim a meter to them, they were out of shouting distance. making any thought of being saved by them left with their abandonment.

  “...Mommy…” I closed my eyes, wishing the tears could stop as I screamed for my parents, picturing there loving faces in my mind, smiling, happy, beautiful. I didn't want my last sight of them, screaming for me to get into safety from the storm. The weather had pulled me in, endangering me. The waves had dragged me about, the safe yacht leaving my sight before the sea began to calm...I was alone. all alone...and cold.

  “Daddy…”

  I was shaken awake, my shoulders gripped by powerful hands. The room was dark but I could still see through it. Henry hovered over me, his face watching my every move. I moved away from him, cowering away from his precious touch. I wipe my face, checking for tears and with no surprise I had found plenty of them as well as blood. It swirled inside my mouth and my tongue ran against my cheeks, feeling the soft tissue cut open by my teeth.