Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (new reading .TXT) 📗

I've observed how Charles makes certain that they keep my day full with odd appointments when he isn't available to join me. I was getting my hair and nails done, among other things. I have staff prepare my everyday clothing, and one of the major things he is concerned about is food. He has requested that particular meals be prepared for me. This fiancée thing is stressful because I'm now practicing how to walk and speak around whomever I'll be seeing, just as he wants his people to move around him. 


 

Control

 

He wants everything influence by him, down to the smallest detail. I am being prepared for our first dinner out tonight, I am told to wear a white dress, but when I had put in on, it was so tight that it had actually rip when they zipped it up, the maids who are trying to help me all panic hearing this sound, one even started tearing. I guess this is Charles doing again, he instilled fear even the smallest changed will have a grave consequence.

I urged everyone to calm down, grabbed the blush brush, and leaned against the table where all of the makeup was put, purposefully knocking a foundation container, causing it to fall over the white dress. "I'd appreciate it if someone could air swipe Rich to inform him that there's been an accident". I say, giving them a kind grin and wink, which causes them to giggle. 

After a few minutes, a new helper brought a black dress hanger to the table. When the package was opened, I have observed the freshness of the fabric, which made me want to see the dress, which is the same outfit as before but in a dark red shade. I smile as I realize how difficult it is to outwit Charles. I had them style my hair straight tonight matching it with dark eyes and light lips.

When everyone left, I had waited in the room for Charles to collect me. I could tell right away when Charles steps into the room, his presence is so commanding, I slowly stood up from my seat very careful with my movements as to not rip this tight dress again.

"You look so beautiful tonight, and this color is so sexy on you. Tell me Baby are you trying to seduce me that's why you dirtied the white dress on purpose?" Charles says, his eyes were so bright and I couldn't tell any emotion. I knew there's some type of camera in the room and he would see what really happened. I had to do something to spare the lives of those helpers.

"You look so handsome tonight, and this white suit looks so sexy on you. I'm so sorry that I'm clumsy, It would be nice to match you" I placed both hands on his collar sliding it down the lapel of the suit, as I spoke. He only smiled, kissed me gently on the lips and head out of the door but not before clamping the same thick diamond bracelet on my wrist. 

The Grand restaurant was full of personality once again but it's odd how there aren't any photographers around to take any photos. I guess that's how Charles remains faceless to the world. 

As we reach the hall, I see that magnificent-looking musical instruments are being utilized to establish the atmosphere, emitting such a relaxing sound that produces a lovely feeling, which I immediately notice. It's the sort of music that makes people might feel good about going out tonight to socialize.

Dinner was good. I was slowly being introduced to a few people who Charles thought mattered. I was trained to be next to his left side at all times and if there was someone who wanted to speak to him privately, I was to remain on his back.

I did all of that in the training and once the event was done. We were ushered straight to another large function, but this time I knew something bad was going to happen. I see another man kneeling on the floor.

I come to a complete halt in my steps and stare at Charles with imploring eyes, begging him not to let me see what is about to take place. "Breathe Baby, relax this ought to be entertaining." As Charles describes it, "His hand was flat on my back, gently nudging me to take a step forward." As I get closer, my heart begins to race, transporting me back to the horrific massacre I saw before he took away my innocence.

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Dear Dark Quill lovers,

 

I get a little sad whenever I'm nearing the end of the story. Hug me please!

 

I have a couple of endings in mind and I have the habit of writing endings first. hahahahaha Do anyone of you authors do that?

Thank you also for understanding all the typing errors, but don't worry whenever I see it I always edit it right away. My laptop broke and it's really challenging to type using a phone. 

 

I'm one of those authors who truly like telling a story and I hope that this chapter makes someone feel stimulated or on that sort! lol

 

I love you for even reading my message

 

kisses

Artemisdianne22