I control you

Chapter Twenty-Two

Christian Valentino POV

As I stepped out of her office and into the cool evening air, my mind raced. The way she used her looks and dominance to control every moment... to keep me on edge. When she was on top of me earlier, I could feel the power shift between us. Her body, that scent, all of it my mind couldn't forget it. Even now, my body remembers the way she held herself, confident, in control, like she was daring me to break.

I slid into the driver's seat of my car, the engine purring to life. Before I could focus on the road, my phone buzzed an incoming call from my secretary.

"Mr. Valentino, I need those papers signed today before the deadline," she said urgently.

I barely responded before hanging up and pulling out of the parking lot. I needed to get away from everything for a while, clear my head. But no matter how fast I drove, my thoughts kept circling back to her. Something about her... She was a puzzle, a mystery I couldn't stop trying to solve. Every interaction with her felt like another piece of the enigma falling into place. And I wanted to know more about that beautiful, dangerous mind of hers.

I arrived at my office a couple of hours later, signed the necessary papers, and did some work, but the clock kept ticking. At six, I headed out, but not for home. I found myself driving to a spot I'd been frequenting lately, a place I liked. The late-night dances, the silence, the way she'd be standing outside, lost in her thoughts. Her hair flowing in the wind as though time had paused just for her. I couldn't help but wonder why she was always awake at that hour, like me, battling insomnia. It was something I hadn't been able to shake.

When I reached my apartment, I automatically checked her lights. Another habit of mine. I was waiting for the telltale flicker, the sign that her place was alive, just like mine. I didn't know why I cared so much, but something about her always seemed to pull me in.

I showered quickly, the hot water easing some of the tension in my muscles. Just as I finished, my phone buzzed again, pulling me from my thoughts. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grabbed it from the table. An unknown number.

 I answered the call, my smile slipping the moment I heard her voice on the other end.

"Rebeca?" I snapped, my patience already thinning. She was drunk, slurring her words.

I rolled my eyes, cutting the call short and placing the phone back down. But no sooner had I done that it rang again.

This time, I answered without checking the ID.

"Rebeca, take the damn hint," I said, my voice icy. "Leave me the hell alone."

Her voice came through the line, teasing, almost playful. "Aww, having girl problems, Mr. Valentino?" she said 

"Good evening, Mrs. Gomes. I see you kept my letter. Did you like what I wrote? I made it specifically for you."

"No, I threw it away with your flowers. I don't want any more of them arriving at my work. I told you." "Why, is it will you start liking me?"

"No, I won't. But just to crush your belief that you'll ever have a chance with me.

The silence on the phone stretched before she replied, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Aww, did the poor little neonato get his feelings hurt?"

I bit back my frustration. "No."

"Good." She paused, then shifted the conversation. "I was calling to ask when this meeting will take place. Unlike you, I have a tight schedule with many other, better things to do." There was a sharp edge to her words, but I couldn't ignore the undercurrent of something else... something I couldn't place. "Like doing your nightly routine of dancing, hmm?"

She snapped back, "What about your nightly routine of watching me, Mr. Valentino? The same sarcasm, as always."

"No," I said flatly.

"Oh, really?" She teased. "I don't see you having any places or houses around here."

I couldn't help but let a smile slip. "I'm flattered that you're stalking me."

"Now, Mr. Valentino, who would I be if I didn't look into someone I might be doing business with?"

 "Are you watching me right now?" I asked, stepping out onto the balcony. As I did, I saw her, her short shirt revealing more than I cared to admit. I grabbed my shirt from my shoulder and put it on.

I took a deep breath. "I take that as a yes, then."

 Trying to shake the tension. My voice sharp through the phone. "Yes, now you've made your point. Go back inside and change."

"I don't take orders from you," she hissed back.

I closed my eyes, the image of her dancing. I couldn't shake the thought that she was putting on a little show for me the stalker she seemed to think I was.

I went back inside, glancing through the tinted windows. I watched her every move. I didn't want her dancing for anyone else. The thought of others seeing her, looking at her, made something twist inside me.

Her beauty, her confidence as she moved, her voice from the other end of the phone, all of it was a slow burn. She wasn't just dancing; she was performing.

The flashback from the office hit me hard her cold hands, the way they had gripped my neck, I clenched my fist, trying to push the thought away.

The way she dropped to her knees, her hands gripping the pole like she was sitting on someone just like in my office, where she had held me so effortlessly in her power. She was in control, as always. Her movements were deliberate, fluid, and her presence, undeniable. I could hear her voice, heavy with focus, as she worked her way around the pole. Each movement she made seemed designed to captivate, to pull me in further, even though I knew I shouldn't be watching.

I stayed quiet, almost frozen, as I looked at her from a distance. There was something about the way she carried herself, the way she owned the space, that kept me rooted where I stood. She chuckled softly, a sound that sent a chill through me, as if she knew exactly the effect she was having on me.

It looked like the second one, but it was hard to say for sure from this far away. Then, I saw her leg slide down the pole, the slow, deliberate motion of it making my pulse spike. I made my hand move to my towel as i sat down i moved my hand over my buge she had this effect on me as i hear her voice from the other end i groan like her dancing She made it look effortless, as if it was nothing more than a dance. But I knew better. She wasn't just performing; she was controlling the room controlling me.

I was falling for it. Her voice comes through the phone "Are you enjoying the show i don't want her to hear what she was doing to me I knew if i would say something my voice would give me up. I nod my head like she is right here watching me but she not she far away " use your words" her voice in control "yes" I said back I couldn't do this it felt wrong and i wasn't going to fall for her trap   "Keep talking" I said I wanted to hear her voice. "No manners Mr. Valentino lost for words to say she said " I want you to beg for it" she knew what she was doing to me but i wasn't going to beg "no i won't". "I hope you enjoy the show this was the last you will ever see."  she chucked and hung up her words lingering on my mind the only thoughts that were going through my mind was her image body i came. She makes my body go crazy and i almost fell for her trap.