Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

by Caitlin Sharratt

  “well…I haven’t really had the best of lives but it could have gotten a lot worse.”

  “How so?”

  “I could have died.” I close my eyes, feeling like I was reliving the memory I kept so hidden flashing before me.

  “Is this about when you were a kid?”

  “How do you know about that?” I frowned.

  “It’s protocol. I have to check everyone background before giving them the job.” I should have known about that, but still, knowing that Henry has known a little about my past for so long made me feel uneasy.

  “Well if you have read the news clippings then you haven’t heard the whole story.”

  “What happened out there Emily? Truly, I would like to know.” I signed, sitting up more before looking down.

  “I was stranded, lost at sea for a long time, I didn’t have a clue. Minutes felt like hours out there but by the time I was rescued, I was severely dehydrated and could of easily of drained in seconds if it wasn’t for the man in the boat.” Even to this day, I could still hear the ocean waves splashing into my ears and nose, trying to drawn me as I clung to the tiny piece of wood that could barely keep my weight.

  “Man in the boat? That wasn’t mentioned in the news clippings.”

  “No. they had to keep this private from the press or else everyone would end up going on a mass chaos back then.”

  “Was the man that dangerous?” More dangerous that you Henry.

  “More than you could imagine but still, even though he was a criminal, he still saved me. I don’t know why; it was either to keep his little boy some company or just to shut up my screaming for help. The man was difficult to understand.”

  “Did he hurt you?”

  “No. Never. But he did warn me a few times that he would push me towards the sharks if I didn’t keep my mouth shut.” I shivered at the memory, still seeing the cold, dark eyes peering back at me, watching me closely as I cuddled the blanket while I was still soaked from head to toe.

  “How did you know he was a criminal?”

  “His son told me, he was the same age as me and even showed me their stash of stolen drugs and guns. Back then, I would have never of realised it but his father was dealing in side arms and smuggling. I’m sure you could relate to that.”

  “Yes, I could.” He laughed, showing his pearly white teeth and I smiled up at him.

  “What happened to him, after when you were left on the beach?”

  “He left me there, saying that I should get back to my family instead of wasting his time with his son, he wanted his little boy to grow up just like him and not make him soft. His exact words.” I grumbled, watching the little boy waving good bye to me on the boat as they sailed away, my feet burning from the sand as I cried out for someone to help me.

  “You told the police who the man was?”

  “Yes. And if I knew what a dangerous man that he was, I would of never of gotten on that boat.” Henry brushed the tear falling on my cheek and I did not even realise that I had started to cry.

  “You miss the boy, don’t you?”

  “Yes. I have always wondered what had happened to his It was a shame that he never told me his real name, maybe I could have found him easier.” He was sweet, brave and caring and a lot more mature for a boy his age back then. It made me a little afraid of what that boy would be like right now. Would he be in his father’s footsteps? Following his crimes?

  “So...tell me about you?” I changed the subject, wiping away the tears as I grinned up at the handsome man.

  “There isn’t much to say. Mother and father were wealthy, had me a lot older than they originally wanted me but still kept me in the family business and name until they died of old age. Now I’m here, having my own company, smuggling and dealing weapons that could shoot over thirty a second.” He shrugged.

  “That sounds a little dangerous.”

  “What can I say, I like to live in the moment.” He leaned over, kissing my cheek before standing.

  “I’m going to go and have a shower, if you’re hungry, be sure to have one of the staff members get something for you.” He stood, butt naked and not a care in the world. He walked off, heading for his shower and I heard the water running. I leaned back, a smile of my face that I couldn’t get rid of and all I could do was feel the moment. We had sex. Very hot fucking sex that even the devil could blush at. Stepping into his company and getting kidnapped seemed like it was worth it. As much as Henry would hate to admit it, I could see something different about him, he was softer, a little kinder but still a total pain in the arse...but that is what I loved about him. Including his Kinks.

  I climb off the bed and grab his robe, a lot large that mine but it will have to do. I leave his room, smiling like a fool until I reach my own room. My clothes were already laid out for me, so I quickly got changed before henry left the shower. I fast walked into his room again, knocking onto his bathroom door before popping my head inside.

  “I’m going to get a drink, would you like one?” He was washing his hair, his smooth fingers rubbing the dark matte of silkiness that I was tugging on a few minutes ago.

  “A coffee, please.” He said without turning around and I give him one last look before ascending to the kitchen. It was nightfall outside, giving me a little chill before working the coffee machine y the side. I glance up, seeing Oliver filliping the newspapers.

  “Let me do that for you, Miss cooper.” I couldn’t argue, I felt bone arse tired and I could feel my eyes slightly dropping.

  “Thanks.” I knew Oliver could make my drink just the way I like it.

  “So, Is Mr Clinton resting upstairs?” I blushed a little at his question before taking the stool next to him.

  “He’s taking a shower then I am going to take the drinks upstairs.”

  “So he is expecting you to go back up?”

  “Yes.” Why was he asking me this?

  “very well. Please, do drink your tea and join me as I read.” I glance at the door, chewing the inside of my cheek.

  “Okay.” Oliver passes me the steaming mug and I sip a little, tasting the warm drink sooth my throat.

  “Have you known Henry long, Miss Cooper?” Maybe he is just wanting to have small talk? Surely he gets bored waiting around as butler until Henry showed up in the same room as him.

  “No, not very long, I got an interview at his company and before I know it, I’m his assistant.” I laughed before taking a big gulp of my drink. It tasted a little sweet.

  “It must be scary for you, knowing now that your boss is a murder.”

  “Excuse me?” I frowned, my body feeling a little light.

  “Oh, hasn’t he told you? He’s killed hundreds of people before. Just like his boss ordered him too.” His voice seemed slurred, his face blurring my vision a little.

  “W-What…are you talking...about?...what…what did you give me?” I held the cup again, seeing a discoloured tea that was half empty and before I know it, my body falls to the ground.

  “Oh don’t worry, just a little drug to keep you knocked out for a couple of hours. Enough time for me to take you away from Henry for good.” I can’t move…I can’t move my hands or legs. I want to stand, to scream for Henry, for help but I was helpless…I felt cold.

  “Why?..” I wheezed, my eyelids feeling heavy as I stare up at the ceiling light that was quickly fading in my vision.

  “Why? Because Henry does not deserve you. I do, we promised each other that we would look out for each other, remember? Or have you forgotten about me already?” No..please..Oliver..please let me move, let me stay awake.

  “No..i-“

  “Shh, it’s okay Emily. Oliver is here to looked after you from now on. No…leave me alone.

  “H-Henry…help...me..”

  “Don’t worry, Henry will not destroy your life anymore.” He was mad, Oliver was fucking crazy! I have to move! To kick! To scream! But all I could do was feel my eyes closing before me and a deep sleep eluded me.
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br />   Henry! Save me!

  Henry.

  The shower was hot, just the way I like it. My hair freshly washed and my body scrubbed clean, the only thing I need now was a hot, and sweaty Emily pressed against the wall so I could kiss and fuck on. Her lips were soft and firm at the same time, and when she rode me, fuck! What a sight! She looked perfect. Beautiful as she sang my cock deeper into her hot heat. I could let her crawl my body again and again as long as we were both satisfied. But even if we had fucked, it was making the new deal I made with Mr Philips a lot harder. I thought that maybe I could fuck her and forget her, then maybe I could move on with my life and she can move on with hers but as soon as I got a sweet taste of her, I don’t think I ever want to let her go.

  I shut the shower off, drying myself with the towel before stepping back into my room, finding Emily nowhere in sight, maybe she is waiting downstairs for me? I change into casual jeans, even though I’m guessing its late already, I slip on my shirt, letting my feet pad bare against the cool floor in the hallway. There was a soft scent of coffee in the air and my throat begged for some. I stroll into the kitchen, frowning as I find out of the staff members cleaning up some spilled cups on the floor.

  “Mr Clinton.” The handmaid said as she bowed at me.

  “Do you know where Emily is?”

  “Oliver said that she has excused herself in her private quarters. Shall I fetch her for you?”

  “No, that won’t be necessary.” I breathed, confused as to why she isn’t in my bed instead of hers. I knock on her door, finding no answer before trying to open the door. Finding it locked.

  “Emily? Open the door.” No answer.

  “Emily? Open the door, you are testing my patience.” Still nothing. Fine, we can both play that game.

  “If you don’t open this door you can stay in here the rest of the night.” I was met with silence and I shook my head.

  “Fine, be that way.” I stormed off, walking back into my own room. I tug my jeans off, leaving my boxers and shirt on before laying in the soft sheets. Had I said something to upset her? Surely she could just tell me what is wrong? Maybe she Is having lady problems? Damn it. I don’t know how to do this…how to sort this shit out.

  I turn to the pillow that she was laying on before, pulling it towards me and smelling her rosy scent. Maybe I should kick her door down? No...that would just scare her more.

  I close my eyes, smiling at the soft delicate flowers that would lay upon Emily as I dreamt of her.

  Of Emily.

  My rose.

  Morning came all too quickly, the light through the window waking me up from a dream state that even my cock could get excited from. I glance around, finding my door wide open. I stand, stretch and yawn. I haven’t had a good sleep like that in a while. Maybe it was because of-no, she has locked herself in her room and I am not going to keep on thinking about her if she is acting like a child. I Brush my teeth and do my business, my morning routine before getting my breakfast. The sun was bright today, and my coffee was already made for me, my handmaid was cooking by the stove and I halt in my tracts.

  “Where is Oliver?” I asked, making the feeble girl jump.

  “Um, I’m sorry sir but he had to leave due to some urgent family matter.” Great, my favourite butler who can cook better than my handmaid was gone but at least I won’t have his eyes flaunting at Emily every second. I eat my breakfast in silence and I was soon left alone in the kitchen. My mind was bugging me to go to Emily and my own body betrayed me as I knocked on her door again. Maybe she is still sleeping? But the idea of her locking the door because she didn’t want to see me angered me.

  Emily is the type of woman who would tell me that she was angry with me, or upset. She shouldn’t coward away and hide in her room like some sort of child having a tantrum. I unlock her door anyways, using the spare key for every room in this estate.

  I found her room cold, empty and left untouched. Her wardrobe doors were half open and I check inside them. They were gone. All of them. All of the belongings that I have bought for her. Gone. I check the bathroom, seeing if she was just playing some sort of game and I was not amused.

  “Come out Emily, I’m not playing.” I growled, checking under the bed and it was bare. I look out of the balcony, the windows wide open as the curtains swayed with the wind. Maybe she is out there? I quickly walk there, find her out of sight. Only one thing I could see was a thin piece of paper on the table, small handwriting etched against it.

  Henry.

  I can’t stay here any longer, I want to be free.

  I have to leave, I’m sorry.

  Good-bye.

  No…this can’t be happening! She cannot be gone! I search the Estate, my hands frantic to find her, to feel her so she will be in my arms. Why would she leave me? Why leave this place when she knew that it is dangerous? Maybe I revolted her so much that she had to leave. That she had to go.

  “S-Sir?”

  “What!?” I spin around, my handmaid looking agitated by the door.

  “You have a visitor.”

  “Who?” I stare at the piece of paper in my hand, the delicate handwriting somewhat looking strange and tiny.

  “He said that his name is Johnathan Philips.” Shit, another problem I have to fucking fix.

  “Send him to my office, I will be down in a second.” I shove the piece of paper into my jean pocket, trying to rid the memory of her from my mind. I go back to my room, making myself look more presentable before I meet with my boss. He was sat in the guest chair, a coffee in his hand along with the freshly packets cigar in his hand.

  “Someone looks down in the dumps this morning.”

  “Had a busy night.”

  “I bet you did.” He grinned as he had this strange look in his eyes.

  “What do you want?”

  “I just wanted to check in, make sure you are you doing your work.”

  “I always do my work. I’m a work-a-Horlick remember?” I sat in my thrown, pleased to see my own boss look a little cross of having an estate like this.

  “Yes well I just thought you would be distracted by your little pet. Where is she by the way? I would love to have a little get together.” There was that sinister look in his eyes again, a plan ticking away in his aging mind that I was bursting to know about.

  “She’s busy.” If only that was true. At this very moment, she would have given my boss the finger and a piece of her mind if she heard him speak to her that way and I would approve her to do so.

  “Go get her.” He had this smile, a knowing one. Does he know that Emily is gone? No, if he did, he would be tracking her down this very second just to get his greedy hands on her.

  “She’s resting. Last night was overwhelming for her so I told her to take the whole day to rest and relax.” I could not hold back the strain in my body as I spoke, knowing that my way of telling lies was starting to weaken. I can’t let Mr Philips know that I was getting weak, or else he would strike, strike as hard as he could.

  “So do you think the plan is working.”

  “Yes, for now.”

  “You know what woman are like Henry, if you offer them food, a bed, a safe place they will come crawling on your lap like a dog and beg for more.” Not Emily, she never begged, only when I asked her too.

  “I had this one woman, back in the nineties. Beautiful, innocent and had the greatest rack I have ever seen. But they always want more, she was like a pet, easy to follow all of the rules and of course, I got bored. So I snuffed the light out of her and killed her.”

  “Why did you do that?” I stared at the hard man, seeing a different monster than before.

  “Because she found another man. Someone who gave her everything she was looking for. The marriage and all that bullshit. But she knew about what I do, so either way, I had to kill her.” Sick bastard.

  “You should have seen the look on her face, henry, the same looks in their eyes when all hope is lost, that they knew they were about to die. T
he same look in the ones that you have killed.” The ones you made me kill! All of their tears, the blood, the screams etched deep in my mind forever. If I could, I would carve out the memories myself and burn them to ashes.

  “If there a reason you are telling me all of this?”

  “Yes actually. You see I know all about your little secret.”

  “What secret?” I cross my arms, walking around my desk so I could put some distance between us.

  “I know all about your...feelings with Emily. You can try and deny is all you want, but I see the way you look at her, the look in your eyes. A woman, a nobody has made you weak, she’s made you soft.” I stare the old man down, my anger bubbling deep in my chest, knowing that every second that ticks by, is another second closer to me punching the living shit out of him.

  “You know what happens when you let a woman take control of your life. They control your work, your empire, your thrown and soon you will be kicked down from it by others.”

  “You won’t do shit to me, you know I can take you down easily.”

  “Oh it isn’t me you have to worry about. It’s your little butler. Ever wonder why she left a note? Why she is gone the same night as Oliver?” Rage filled me and consumed me, I push myself towards him, gripping the base of his collar and slamming him to the wall.

  “What the fuck have you done to Emily!?”

  “Me? I haven’t done nothing, its Oliver who has taken her.”

  “How do you know this!? How do you know anything!?” I slam his body again, making sure I give him a taste of what’s to come. Emily…my sweet Emily, what have they done to you?

  “Remember who the fuck you are talking to! I’m your boss! I’m the fucking king! I have eyes everywhere and I make sure they tell me every single fucking detail!” He gripped onto my hands, gripping onto me so I could release him but I hold onto him twice as much, not wanting to let go.

  “Where is she!?” Spit flew down my chin as I growl with anger, my body overpowered with adrenaline that I knew I had to calm down, the problem was, I didn’t want to. I wanted to cave in his fucking head from the very beginning.