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."
I try my best not to let my surprise show.
"Thank you."
The tan man is wearing a white button up with the top two buttons undone and black dress pants. His dark hair has a slight curl to it. His eyes are somewhere between blue and green.
The shots are placed in front of us. I pick one up to take it but he stops me.
He places his hand on my wrist that has the shot in it. He leans in and whispers, "I was thinking we take a different type of shot."
My mind instantly goes to a gun shot. I look at him confused and slightly concerned.
His hand slowly travels to my waist, his eyes asking for permission.
His breath is hot on my ear as he whispers, "Body shots?"
A smile spreads over my face, "How about we take these shots here and body shots at my place?"
He slowly drags his eyes up my body. Goosebumps spread over my skin.
"As long as you give me consent before you are drunk."
I give him my consent and take the shots.
We walk out with his hand on my waist.
***
I open up the door to my penthouse.
He quickly shuts the door and pins me against it. His lips instantly on mine. He slowly, so so slowly, drags his fingers along the sides of my body. I play with the buttons on his shirt before wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his hair.
I pull on the ends of his hair earning groan from him. He then picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, he walks us over to the island in the middle of my kitchen. I sit on the edge and arch my back his dick rubs against where I need him. I can feel him already hard.
I use one hand to stay wrapped around his neck and the other to palm him through his pants. He groans into my mouth. I grab my hand and pins in down against the island before thrusting his hips against me. My breath catches for a second.
He pauses kissing me so he can start to take off my dress. I unbutton his shirt at the same time.
His eyes stay pinned on my body.
Soon enough we are both in our underwear. He begins kissing me again. His hands grab my boobs. I run my fingers along his abs, down his v-line, and across the waist band of his underwear.
He moves his to my underwear. He slowly runs his fingers over it.
"You're already so wet for me," he whispers quietly in my ear. "I can't wait to fuck you. I'll make sure you are screaming."
Goosebumps cover my body. I swear I got even more wet.
"Now, this body shots we talked about," he steps away from me.
I am breathless already.
He walks around my kitchen looking for the liquor. He find it quickly. He pours the liquor down my chest licking it all slowly. Then he pours it on my stomach. He then pours it up my legs, licking all the up to where I need him. He stops at the edge of my thong.
"Your turn," he smirks seeing my reaction.
I stand up off of the counter. I pour the liquor on the top of his chest. I start at the middle of his stomach and lick up. I then go back down to his v-line and slowly lick what is left. I make sure to lightly run my fingertips along his length.
Before I was even fully standing again, he pulls my underwear down and sets me back on the island.
I lean back on my hands as he begins circling my clit. I gasp.
