His Battered Possession

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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.

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