A Game Of Love: Book 1

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Notes:

Hello 'Shhh' Readers! I'd like to express the point and warning that this is a story with Rape in it. I do not support Rape and never will support anyone who commits rape. This will have a lot of talk of discrimination and unfair treatment including abuse to others. I try my best to write with great punctuation, but my IPad (which I write on) does many unneeded autocorrects and I usually don't have a lot of time to write or check over what I've written properly, so please tell me when you see a mistake.

I am very open to ideas and comments. I appreciate any constructive criticism (unless you're a dick saying my work is completely crap, because you don't like the plot.) I will openly accept you all and I will try to make this work as enjoyable as possible. Much love ❤️

With every game there is a winner and a loser, with challenges that make it competitive. Some players enjoy manipulating the rules to their satisfaction so that they may achieve a goal whilst preventing their opponents possibilities. When did my game begin? Well...when I met him...

It was a very simple day with a very simple start.

Mornings for Ella Jones started with the torturous tones of her alarm clock waking her up at five in the morning. Breakfast was the classical toast and jam with a cup of tea on the side. And her style of clothing was just plain tights and the plainest blouse along with her hair in a long brunette braid.

Ella Jones was simple and plain.

Her work was as freelance as she was Ella Jones. Her sinful pleasure was taking photos. Sometimes her Uncle Maurice would allow her to take images for his work in the police force. And write little news articles online under a pen name. Of course without the police department having any knowledge of a precious civilian risking their life whilst snapping a couple of drug dealings.

So, Ella Jones was also...Adventurous...

She enjoyed her simple life and viewfinder wonders. Ella Jones felt complete, except sexually. Yes, Miss Jones was a virgin. Dwindling her plain and simple life away on takeout pizza and corny soap operas as she waited for a prince to sweep her off her naive feet. She was indeed, very naive of how dark the black market in drugs could become, especially for her. Naive of the men and women that ran companies and what they'd do to prevent their fall.

Miss Jones was naive, until she met him....

It was a very interesting day with a very interesting start.

The early hours of Britains greatest salesman Thomas W.H Silverman was met with a four o'clock phone buzz and coffee brewer. This British villain dressed for a life of power and dominance. Fetching dark suits with leather shoes and cologne of jaguar black. He preferred slicking his dirty, blonde hair every day just to feel his bold bravado aura signifying that he was in charge.

Tom Silverman was interesting and powerful.

His full time career was as rare and valuable as his lifestyle. The alpha male was the boss of a the family business called 'Silverman's Mints'. Though he was so much more villainous. Lately he'd been accused of using his mints to traffic cocaine and other terrible drugs. He became very popular and in his leisure time he would waltz about his many night clubs and seeing the highlights of his money at good use.

On the contrary, Silverman was very popular.

Alas, He was bored with his interesting life and luxurious purchases. Thomas Silverman admired his dominant power, but not without a submissive hand. Indeed he was a strong male. Copy after copy of paper work completed for no reason as he knew his secretary could handle it, such boredom he had in life. Bored of all the men and women that drank and held meetings on the newest poster advertisement and police reporters after him.