The Seduction

by Jessie Jones

  "Going somewhere?" John asked, pulling Gillian's body flush against his. When her eyes met his, he could see the anger changing them from green to blue. Why the hell was she suddenly angry?

  "Yes, to the restroom," Gillian spat out, her eyes shooting daggers at him as she jerked her arm away. She then glanced at Pandora before saying, "Somehow, I don't think you'll miss me, John. It appears as though you will be too busy enjoying the show."

  John stood there a moment as the two stared at each other before a brilliant smile crossed his handsome face. His kitten was jealous of Pandora! Apparently, the American cared more about him than she let on. The massive, British man pulled Gillian's struggling frame back against his chest before he slammed his mouth down on hers. His hands ran down her frame to cup her bottom. When Gillian's small, porcelain hands slipped into his hair and her tongue began mating with his, he knew her anger was gone. Breaking the kiss, John placed a chaste kiss on her slender neck before whispering in her ear, "Hurry back, kitten."

  John released Gillian and watched her stumble backward before quickly making her way to the restroom. He motioned for a female guard to follow her before he turned around to look at Pandora. The stunning Greek woman stood up and wrapped her arms around the Brit's waist.

  "Now that the riff raff is out of the way, Master, maybe the two of us could go someplace quiet." Pandora smiled, her body already on fire for John. Since the stupid American had come into their lives, her lover had refused to touch her. Clearly, John was bored with the bitch.

  John rolled his eyes as he roughly pushed Pandora back. As she fell on the couch beside Patrick, he barked, "Get out of my sight, Pandora! You're acting just like a whore in heat!"

  "But John, I…" the Greek beauty pleaded as her blue eyes began to tear up. Why was John being so mean to her? She knew the reason, and that American bitch would pay.

  "Leave, Pandora," John ordered as the woman quickly jumped up and disappeared into the crowd. He glanced at Patrick who sat with a surprised look on his face. Motioning for a drink, he downed the liquid the moment it showed up. Looking at Patrick, John again said, "I know what you're thinking, mate, and I'll beat your bloody ass if you say a fucking word."

  In the restroom, Gillian was looking at herself in the mirror as she fought back tears. Luckily, John had sent a female guard named Bailey who had cleared everyone out of the room so she could have some privacy. She couldn't believe that John had allowed Pandora to touch him so openly, but that small act just proved that Gillian didn't really know him. She knew John had been with multiple women, but to see him with one hurt her to the core. He clearly enjoyed women, and Gillian was just another notch in his bedpost. The Irishman had said that she was nothing more than a fuck, so she couldn't fault them for not telling her the truth. Gillian had just felt something deeper in her soul when she had been intimate with John and Patrick. For a moment, she thought she had seen that same emotion flash in their eyes too.

  At that moment, the door to the restroom swung open and Pandora waltzed in. She was immediately stopped by the guard, but Gillian said, "It's okay, Bailey. You can let her in."

  Pandora walked up to the mirror to stand beside the American. Although the Greek model hated to admit it, Gillian Morgan was simply stunning to look at. If Pandora was being honest, she put the Greek to shame. The woman was not only beautiful, but Pandora had heard that she was a doctor. Leave it to John and Patrick to find a woman of Gillian's caliber! What hurt Pandora most was the fact that she had stood back and watched both men interacting with Gillian. She had been with John for several years and had never been able to make him laugh the way the doctor did. John's handsome face was softer…kinder…when he looked at Gillian. Pandora had often dreamed of her British lover looking at her like that and had hoped that he would ask her to marry him one day. Now, because of Gillian, that dream would never come true.

  "Well, if it isn't John's little American." Pandora smiled as she eyed her reflection in the mirror. "Sorry about what happened a minute ago. John has never really been able to keep his hands off me." When Gillian said nothing in response, Pandora said, "Oh, forgive me. I'm being rude. My name is Pandora. I'm John's fiancée."

  "John's fiancée?" Gillian gasped in surprise as she looked at Pandora. "He didn't tell me he was engaged."

  "That's because he isn't," Bailey calmly said as Gillian's eyes darted to her. "Boss man would never marry the hired help."

  "I'm not the hired help, you fucking bitch, and you know it!" Pandora yelled as the guard chuckled. "John loves me! We've been together for years, and it's only a matter of time before he proposes. After all, I'm his favorite."

  "His favorite what, exactly?" Gillian asked, her expression flat and casual although she felt her blood boiling internally.

  "Mistress." Pandora smiled, composing herself. She could tell that she was getting to the American and that made her happy. "He didn't tell you that I live at the manor? He probably didn't think it was important since you won't be staying with us long. From what I understand, you will be leaving once you give John information, is that correct?"

  "Yes, actually," Gillian replied as her eyes met Pandora's. The woman was intentionally trying to make her mad, and Gillian refused to give her the satisfaction. Two could play the Greek woman's game. Licking her lips seductively, Gillian leaned against the large vanity. "I wanted to leave tonight, but John insisted that I come to this party. He has been on me…and in me…all night. You know, it's funny. I would think that if you're so important to him, he would have mentioned you at least once. There has been a name crossing his lips tonight, but it hasn't been yours."

  "Sweetie," the Greek supermodel said condescendingly, "I've seen at least a hundred women like you come and go. John has women he can call for sex all over the world anytime he wants. There are women who would walk through the fires of Hell to simply suck him off. The only woman who has remained a constant in all of that is me."

  "So, do you enjoy playing the role of whore?" Gillian asked with a pleasant smile on her face. "See, right there is the difference between you and me, Pandora. I use my brain to make my money, and you lie on your back. How does it feel to be passed around to all of John's friends like a used tissue? They put their fluids in you and then discard you in the trash. Doesn't sound like much fun to me."

  Pandora was seething inside. How dare this bitch talk to her like that! Most women feared her, not only because of her association with John, but because Pandora had made it known that she was the top of the food chain. There was a piece of the Greek woman that was intimidated by Gillian, but she would be damned if she would let her know! Hiding her anger with a smirk, Pandora said, "Well, if lying on my back means that I keep John and Patrick, then I'm fine being whatever they want me to be. Now if I heard right from the manor staff, you have been in John's home all week and he is just now fucking you. Hmm…maybe you're a pity fuck. You are a little on the fat side. Kind of plain to look at too."

  Pandora's words struck Gillian to the core. A piece of her soul sank as she looked at the beautiful Greek woman. What if Pandora was right? John and Patrick had been photographed with women all around the world and they were all gorgeous. Next to them, Gillian was plain and plus size, not exactly a hot, sexy billionaire's type. Refusing to let Pandora see her sadness and hurt, Gillian chuckled as she turned to look in the mirror and apply some fresh lipstick. "Say what you will, Pandora, about my appearance, but John clearly likes what he sees. Honestly, I think you feel threatened by my presence, honey. Only a woman who is intimidated would go to such great lengths to find out about her competition. Who knows? Maybe John will be the one left with wanting more when I leave tomorrow. I actually think it would be quite funny if you were replaced by someone like me. Talk about a blow to your self-esteem."

  "We'll see who John wants when I step up on the stage in a minute to strip," Pandora replied, her calm façade beginning to crack with anger. "John, Patrick, and their friends will forget that you're even sitting
there. Don't worry, though. I'll make sure to call out your name while they fuck me in front of you. I hope you stick around to enjoy the show."

  A slow, seductive smile suddenly crossed Gillian's face as an idea popped into her head. If Pandora wanted a war, then she was just drunk enough for the challenge. Gillian only hoped that she came out victorious, especially if John was the prize!

  Chapter 3

  John sat back on the plush, leather sofa nursing his glass of whiskey. His eyes scanned the crowd for his beautiful, emerald eyed American. What the hell was taking her so long in the bathroom? John knew that Gillian was angry with him, but that had not stopped her body from responding to his last kiss. Maybe he had misread her anger as jealousy. What if his fiery kitten was trying to escape? He had kept her a prisoner in his home for the past week knowing that she desperately wanted to leave. John had felt as though Gillian was having a good time until Pandora had arrived moments ago. Her laughter and smile had taken him by surprise and had only emphasized the beauty of her features. When Gillian's soft, smiling eyes had touched his, he had felt a warmth spread through every inch of his body. The ebony haired woman was such an enigma to him. He knew damn well that the American beauty had thoroughly enjoyed their sexual encounter in the game room, but now she was pissed at him and trying to avoid him. What if Gillian had suddenly changed her mind and was trying to leave? John would be damned if he let her slip away that easily! This woman belonged to him, and he had no intention of letting her go. John would simply drag her luscious ass out of the bathroom and fuck her into submission.

  Just as John leaned forward and got ready to stand up, he heard Patrick say in Gaelic, "She's coming back, boyo. No need to go and drag her out of the bathroom like a fucking caveman. You've already caused quite the spectacle tonight. If you're not careful, Johnny, everyone here will assume she's the next Mrs. Kenric."

  "Fuck you, Pat," John growled, leaning back in his seat to cast an angry glance at the Irishman. Patrick sat with a smug smile on his face as he watched the women stripping on the stage. Damn his brother for being able to read his thoughts! "I was simply going to make sure Gillian isn't trying to leave. I'm not done with her yet."

  "Neither am I, Johnny," the Irishman calmly replied as Pandora took the stage to strip. He had never noticed before how plain looking the Greek beauty was until tonight. "But you have the guards watching her every move. Your little kitten would be stupid to try to escape, and we both know she's anything but that, so stop making an ass out of yourself and enjoy your Greek bitch taking her clothes off."

  The large man watched Patrick roll his eyes before grabbing a bottle of beer from the table to drink. As Pat pulled out his phone and began checking his emails, John glanced up to see a very naked Pandora seductively walking toward him. His eyes blackened with rage and his body tensed as the Greek woman straddled his lap and snaked her arms around his neck.

  "Kenric, you lucky bastard!" Benito laughed as he watched Pandora's movements. "First, the luscious American and, now, your lovely pet. You know, mate, if you are tired of Gillian, I will gladly take her off your hands."

  John shot Benito an icy look that had the Italian immediately becoming quiet. His eyes then met Pandora's and his voice was taut as he said through clenched teeth, "Pandora, get off me and put your fucking clothes on!"

  "But, Master, I need you," the Greek beauty purred as she began to undulate her hips, the friction between her legs causing her pussy to weep with anticipation. She would show that little American bitch just who was John's favorite. "Please fuck me! It's been so long since I've had you inside of me."

  Pandora cried out as John gripped her arms painfully and stopped her movements. He brought her face only inches from his as he growled in anger, "Get off me! What the fuck is wrong with you tonight? You're acting like a low-class whore!" John then cast a glance across the room just before Luther appeared beside him. "Luther, have one of our men take Pandora back to her apartment and see to it that she stays there."

  "No, John, please don't make me leave!" the woman begged as tears sprang to her vivid blue eyes. What the hell was wrong with him? John had never been able to refuse her before. She couldn't understand why he was so angry at her but knew it had something to do with the American bitch. Could she be losing John? Anxiety had her clinging to John as Luther tried to pull her away. "Please don't make me go, John! I love you, and I know you lo—"

  John froze at the woman's words as he loosely gripped her throat. Leaning close to her, he growled, "Not another fucking word, pet. I would hate for you to say something you would regret. I told you from the moment I met you that you were nothing more than my mistress. Now you're no longer even that. Get her out of my sight, Luther!"

  Just as John finished his verbal command, Luther jerked Pandora off his employer's lap. John could hear her pleas as the guard carried her naked, sobbing frame out of the room. Pandora's words had made his blood run cold. What the hell was wrong with his mistress tonight? He had known the woman for several years, and she had always obeyed him. John had often gone to Pandora when he was on the edge because she never asked questions and she had kept her emotions out of their relationship. John had enjoyed Pandora sexually over the years, but those feelings had never come anywhere near love. There wasn't a woman alive he could see himself falling in love with. Well, maybe one. No way in hell, John shouted to himself as his thoughts drifted to Gillian. He liked her, but love?

  "So, you're giving Pandi her walking papers?" John heard Patrick ask in Gaelic, breaking him from his thoughts. "I can't believe you, mate! Giving up Pandora for the American? You think that's wise?"

  "I think it's my fucking business, Pat!" John growled back in Gaelic. "Sending Pandora away has nothing to do with Gillian. The bitch pissed me off! Pandora was acting like a common street trollop."

  "You know, for a man who likes to keep his personal life private, you're really mucking it up tonight." Patrick chuckled, dimples making his face appear boyish. He secretly loved to rile his British mate, and John was definitely on edge tonight. "I'm sure you can feel the whole room watching you as we speak. Not to mention, Chen and Franco are confused as fuck by your actions this evening. The only common denominator in all those things is your precious kitten. Are you sure you didn't lose some of your common sense when you came inside her?"

  "Are you trying to piss me off, Pat?" John asked between clenched teeth as the vein in his neck pulsed.

  "Yes, I am," the Irishman answered honestly, completely unaffected by John's dark rage. "If you're pissed off at me, then you won't be thinking about Gillian. Get a fucking grip, Johnny!"

  Before John could bark out a reply, he felt a powerful, electric shock race up his back and settle in between his shoulder blades. Turning around, he nearly came undone as he watched the topic of their conversation walk out on the stage before them in black, lacey, almost see through lingerie. John's cock instantly hardened and the wind was knocked out of his chest as he watched her luscious body begin to seductively dance against the stripper pole. With each undulation Gillian made, John's dick pulsed with need. He could tell by her innocent actions that she had never spent time on this type of stage before. Although her movements were innocent, every inch of her body screamed sexual prowess. The lace Gillian wore hugged her body intimately and emphasized her round, apple shaped ass, narrow waist, and large, fluffy breasts. Hearing Patrick's sharp intake of breath beside him had John tearing his eyes away from the stage momentarily. Raw, untapped anger, mixed with desire and jealousy hit John like a punch in the gut as he watched men and women alike openly drool over his kitten as she dropped to her knees to seductively crawl to the edge of the stage. The woman made every nerve ending in his body stand to attention. and clearly, Patrick was feeling it too by the look of raw hunger on his face.

  The British man licked his dry, parched lips as he watched his kitten massage her breasts before running her hands up her milky white thighs. As John's eyes momentarily locked with Gillian's an
d she nervously bit her lip, the Brit abruptly stood up and growled, "Everyone out! Get the fuck out!"

  Gillian jumped to her feet as she saw the flash of rage darken John's chestnut eyes. Misunderstanding his emotions, she shyly walked back to the pole and began to nervously bite her bottom lip again. John clearly was pissed off at her, and she didn't understand why. Initially, he had appeared aroused by Gillian's seductive movements, but now he was yelling for the entire room to leave. As she watched the men and women scramble from the room quickly her own mind raced with thought. Maybe she had taken things too far, or maybe John no longer wanted her? What if John was aware of the conversation between her and Pandora in the bathroom? The Greek woman's words had enraged her with jealousy, and if Gillian was truly being honest with herself, Pandora's words had hurt. It showed her just how little she knew about the British billionaire and the Irishman. Damn Duff for giving her that shot of liquid courage before she stepped on the stage. The homemade Irish whiskey had clouded her judgment, and now, she felt more confused than ever. Maybe she should just leave, like everyone else?

  "Where the fuck do you think you're going, wench?" John barked as Gillian walked toward the stage exit. Her emerald eyes locked with his once again as she turned to abruptly look at him. Dr. Gillian Morgan was the most sensuous creature the Brit had ever laid his eyes on. Softening his tone, John wanted to see if he could get his American to play along. "My brother and I rather enjoyed your dance, sweetheart. I don't believe I have seen you before. Come here and tell me your name."