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I had no home. I belong to whoever has enough money to buy me like a commodity sold from person to person. I'm a maid for some, a whore, a cook. I'm whatever they want me to be just as long as I can survive. We had a one-night stand and that was it. No strings attached or so I thought. Like a property, I was sold to him. He became my new owner and I exist only to serve him. I'm his property and I belong solely to him. He has rules for me to follow. He has intentions driven by me. He has cravings that I can satisfy. No one should be treated like that but I do enjoy the way he treats me. He is my master whom I desire and want for my life. Our relationship is toxic yet I don't want it to end. I had one taste and I'm craving for more."

Chapter 1 No.1

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~INTRODUCTION~

Billionaire, CEO of a Fortune 500 company, Stefan Pierce had just one night with a mysterious lady. After that, he was determined to find her no matter what and make her his.

Lina Grant, a desperate lady, who would do anything to make ends meet. She had no other option but to sleep with Stefan Pierce, she just had to. She imagined it would be a one-time thing and put it behind her. Little did she know, he wanted her.

**ONE**

**LINA**

I rolled my suitcase from the porch of his house. I had just gotten fired from my job as a cook. I enjoyed that job but as always, I had to screw it up. It wasn't my fault that men found me sexy, the owner wanted to claim me as his, his wife found out and of course, he turned the story around and put the blame on me.

Being the cook and the third party, she sided with her husband and they threw me out of the house with nothing more than the clothes I had and the ones I was wearing, no severance pay what so ever. His last words to me as I packed my things in tears were....

"None of this would have happened if you just let me have you."

Over the years,I've come to know myself as a commodity, most men make me feel like I'm sold. All of them want the same thing, to make the feel that I belong to them. It's disgusting. I had no where to go, being their cook meant I lived with them, I didn't have to worry about accomodations.

I walked on the streets aimlessly not knowing what to do next.

**HOURS LATER**

It was getting really dark, I had no where to sleep for the night, I was becoming desperate.

I got my phone from my pockets, I managed to get one a few months ago and I dialed the only number stored on it.

It rang and I waited for her to answer.

**Hello Sharon. I sniffled the moment she answered.**

**Oh my God, Lina is that you? Her voice came out hoarse.**

**Yeah, it's me. I really need your help, I'm stranded. Could you come pick me up. I pleaded nearly in tears.**

**Sure, of course I'll come pick you up. Tell me where you are, I'll be there right away. I smiled hopefully and quickly texted her my address. I cuddled myself feeling a little chilly waiting for Sharon.**

I met her during my last job as a maid. Although she quit the job weeks after I started, we formed a bond and she gave me her number so we could stay in touch, I didn't think to call her up until today.

Minutes later, I saw a car approaching. I sighted Sharon inside, she opened the door and I got in. The last I checked, Sharon worked as a maid with me, it's nearly impossible she could afford a car.

"It's okay, I'm here now." She rubbed my shoulders tenderly before driving off.

****

"You what!" I fired after she explained. Sharon droved me to "her house" imagine my surprise when she had a mini mansion.

I got even more surprised when she explained how she got it.

"Lina, you need money just this once. You don't need to do it over and over again, just have sex with the guy, once he's asleep take as much money as you can and that's all." She says nonchantly.

"You're actually suggesting I steal!"

"No, I'm saying you use what you have and get what you want. Lina it's just the one time I promise." I gulped and thought about it for a second.

"Ok..." I mumbled incoherently.

"Ok, I was going to have this guy for the night but since you need the money, I'll let you and afterwards you can go away." I nodded my head still unsure of what I was about to do. She reached into her purse and handed me a card.

"Stefan Pierce" I muttered.

"Yeah, that's his name and here's his picture." She showed me a picture of him on her phone and it got stuck into my head.

"Ok, I'll do it. Just the once, no strings attached right?" I asked for confirmation.

"Definately." She beamed and I clicked my tongue.

****

The image of the man I was about to have sex with in the next one hour remained in my head,his dark eyes and his strong figure. I lost my virginity due to a college fling so sex was not a new thing. Still, I didn't feel good about doing it with a stranger much less to steal from him. Sharon explained that all her clients were rich so they wouldn't notice a few bucks that we would take from them. I was desperate and I had to do this but I still didn't feel good.

My palms were sweaty, Sharon "dolled" me up applying little make up, the gown I wore barely reached my knee, I didn't wear a bra so my breasts were on full display with a teasing amount of cleavage. The door creaked open, the room wasn't well illuminated, I could barely see his face. Sharon explained what I had to do, make him cum first so I would have enough time to do what I wanted. His footsteps towards me were slow, calculated even. He finally reached where I sat on the bed, pulled me by my arm to stand up and without warning crushed his lips on mine. His lips tasted like a mixture of tequila and vanilla, it gave me the hint that he must have been drinking but why?

I didn't have time to ponder over the issue, his hands were roaming all over my body, taking my clothes off. I was un clad in minutes and he proceeded to doing same.

I got scared glancing at his fully erect d**k. He raised my chin, brushing my cheeks like he sensed my fears. From the corner of my eye, I stared deeply into his still unable to see his face properly, he drove his tongue inside me kissing me passionately, I couldn't help but moan. It was wrong but he was an amazing kisser, so good I felt myself getting lost.

Again, without warning, he rubbed his d**k at my entrance and plunged himself inside of me as far as he could go. We moved backwards towards the bed, he started off slowly increasing his pace as I held onto the sheets. I rolled my eyes back in pleasure, the feeling building up inside of me quickly. I was close and so was he with the way his d**k tightened around my walls. I tried to push it down but it was no use, the feeling was too intense to ignore.

Seconds later, he buried his seed inside of me, I felt myself reach orgasm after him, I didn't worry too much about getting pregnant as Sharon had given me some pills to take. Something about the men liking it raw. We layed side by side not uttering a word. The window opened up a little and I got a chance to stare at him face properly in the flesh, he looked really handsome. My eye lid shut on their own accord, too tired to do what I had planned.

****

I blinked rapidly checking my surroundings, I looked to my side and Stefan was still sleeping peacefully, I had to act fast. I quickly sprung up searching for his pants, I got as much money as I could, he already sent my payment to my account. I got dressed quickly and tip toed to the door. I was about to walk out, I turned and took one last glance at him.

"Goodbye Beautiful stranger." I mumbled under my breathe and walked out through the door.

****

A/N:

This is a new story, let's see how I can go with it. Much love, C.

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