Innocent Lust

Power

Baylor:

I sit across from Alec eating dinner. He's chews loudly per usual.

As I slowly eat I begin to prepare myself for how long this plan will take. One month? Two? A year?

"What's wrong?" Alec asks me.

I look up surprised, "Oh, just missing Sage."

Alec laughs, "Don't you worry. Soon enough you won't miss him at all." He winks at me.

I give a small unconvincing smile.

Alec stares intensely at me for a moment.

"You will warm up to me soon. I know it."

I quickly change the subject, "So what will I be doing around here?"

Alec laughs, "For now you will just be trained. Once I can trust you I will start using you to take over your beloved Sage."

I look at him confused.

"If you are wondering why I am telling you this it's because I took your phone and you will be tightly monitored at all times. You will be put into your room at exactly ten every night and woken up at eight every morning. There will be a woman who will guard you at night. I want to make sure you are comfortable."

Comfortable? Right.

I nod my head. This might be harder than I thought.

Natalia:

I pace back and forth in my penthouse. I didn't really need to buy a penthouse this big but I love the view. I walk over to the balcony and stare at the city around me.

The sun is setting by this point and I can only imagine everything the Russians have done to Baylor by now.

My first night there...

My thoughts trail off. I pushed those memories so far down I never want to relive them. Never want to think of them again.

I decided to give Sage a couple days before I warn him of what may happen to Baylor.

Sage never came out of his room. Beck and I both tried to go in. Even Marcus and Carmelo tried. He wouldn't let anyone go in though. Only Emerson.

Poor Emerson. He's been balling his eyes out since the moment Baylor left. She said goodbye this morning and he refused to leave her side. I had to physically drag him away.

The memories of my time with the Russians suddenly strike me. Them dragging me away from parents. The endless nights of 'training'.

I take a deep breath. Blink a couple times. The sun has set and it's the city is still awake. I get dressed and head to the bar.

I wear a tight, black mini dress with heals that wrap all around your ankle. I don't take anything with me. A man will buy me a drink and Baylor is there wonky person I would answer if I brought my phone.

***

I sip my third drink fairly bored. No attractive men have bought me a drink. Only wrinkly men.

I sigh as I get to the bottom of third. No sign of any man buying me an fourth. I am not even drunk yet.

I stare at the dance floor as someone sits next to me.

"Four shots of tequila," a deep husky voice says.

I quickly turn in his direction.

"Four?" I say before I can think.

He looks at me and chuckles, "Yeah. Two for me, two for you."