Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Obsession ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Violet Goddess 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 605 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 605 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello my little readers. Yes chapter 4 is finally here. this chapter took me awhile to get done because i had writer's block and wasn't sure where to go next. Thanks to Nichole for helping me decide what to do with this fic.
Ok i hate long comments at the top but i have to address some comments i've recieved:
1. someone from my reviews stated that this was to much like some obsessive wacko husband going after his wife and her having to run to a shelter.
~um no. trust me this story isn't endorsing or romanticising that situation or anything like it. really. This is just a work of fiction and no one should be offended by it so everyone breath everything is going to be o.k.
2. should this work be a NC-17?
~ yeah probably but when i think of NC-17 i think of something a lot worse then this but this fic does contain some sexual situations so i may bump up the rating if things get any racier ok. as of right now this isn't any worse then you would see in an R movie.
3. they are in a limo people not a car! so they will not crash, just to clear it up since some people were alittle iffy on that fact.
Whew ok thanks to everyone for the reviews. keep them coming so i can continue to write. on with the show!
Dark Obsession
Chapter 4
Violet Goddess
The leather upholstery creaked beneath her softly as she shifted in her seat, trying
in vain to settle her nerves. Absently she watched the scenery pass in a blur of melded
colors but she didn't really see anything, her mind was on the insufferable man seated
directly across from her, talking angrily into a cell phone as he shuffled through several
files. How had he won?
His words still echoed in her mind, sharp and biting as she sat there numbly
contemplating them. "I love you." She doubted he even really knew what the words
meant, couldn't possible comprehend the promise behind them. Anger rushed through her
that he would demean those revered words by throwing them about. She gritted her teeth
as she thought of how he probably declared to ever woman who happened across his path
or more precisely his bed of his "love." And he'd wondered why his proclamation of
adoration hadn't been met with tears of unbridled joy, God the man had looked honestly
astonished that she'd just looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. Was he expecting her to
swoon or perhaps get down on her knees and thank God for her good fortune? No such
theatrics accompanied his little speech for she'd just wanted to punch him in the jaw, he'd
kissed her instead.
It had taken her a good 15 minutes to squirm away from him and his roaming
hands to call him the conceited pig he was. She'd watched his jaw clench and his hands
fist at his side as he'd calmly explained that she was going to call Jason now, well that just
started another round of screaming. Usagi sighed in frustration as she thought of the past
few hours.
"You're going to call him. Now." He had shoved the phone at her then, she had shoved it
right back.
"No."
"No?" He looked taken back that he had actually defied him. Good she thought, he
needed to know that she wasn't just some nice little pet he could push around.
"Do you have a hearing problem? I said no. I'm not calling Jase to break our
engagement." She finished with a huff and a feeling of satisfaction that the stupid ass
wasn't going to get his way.
"I thought we'd already been through this." He retorted with a hint of annoyance
coloring his words.
"Shit." She muttered, she'd forgotten about that little bit of information.
"What was that Uasko? I seem to have missed that, must be my poor hearing." He smiled
at her and they both knew she was trapped. She didn't doubt for a moment that he would
do everything he threatened, Mamoru was not a man to make idle threats.
"Why does it matter so much? Why can't you go harass someone else and leave me in
peace?" She didn't even bother to try and hide her exasperation. This situation was just
to bizarre and the migraine starting to pound in her head wasn't improving the situation.
Rubbing her temples vigorously Usagi eyed the man in front of her disgruntedly and
stalked over to her desk to hunt for some aspirin, muttering to herself about how stupid
this all was.
"Really Mamoru I'm sure there are tons of gorgeous women who would be more than
happy to hang on your every word adoringly while batting their eyelashes and generally
basking in your presence." She was only half aware of what she was saying to him as her
search for that elusive bottle of much needed aspirin continued. Slamming drawers open
and closed in frustration she continued on. "Yes I bet you have several now, just waiting
breathlessly for your call. So why can't you go and ask them to drop everything,
including their fiancé, just because you say so and leave me alone?" Sighing Usagi was
forced to give up her search and so sank back in her leather chair in defeat as she
prepared to listen to his answer.
He looked stunned. Usagi didn't know if that was a good thing or not but was
determined to figure out just exactly what this was all about. She was a little annoyed
that his mouth was still agape but decided that yelling at him probably wouldn't help
matters so she held her tongue, for the moment. Abruptly everything changed. He jaw
clenched tightly, his body tensed in what Usagi could only describe as outrage but the
worst were his eyes. They'd become as cold and hard as chips of ice and she felt a shiver
of fear slid down her spine as his gaze found hers.
"Find someone else? Tons of women just waiting for me hmm? Let them bask in my
presence?" His voice was chilling as the sarcasm dripping off each word. Slowly he
walked towards her, his steps measured, like a predator stalking its prey.
"Well yes. Find someone else." Usagi blurted out as he continued to stalk towards her.
His face was a mask of determination and restraint as he hauled her up against his chest.
"God you still don't understand do you?" It wasn't a question and so she only stared up
at him blankly. "I don't want anyone else. I want you." His voice was barely above a
whisper as he stroked her silky hair almost reverently. "I've wanted you from the first
time I saw you." His hand gently slid around her waist and he slowly began to rub her
back in deliberately soothing motions. She was almost asleep when she heard him
whisper something as his chin settled on top of her head. "You're mine Usagi."
Snapping his cell phone closed Mamoru sighed in annoyance at all the minor
inconveniences that were demanding his immediate attention. One of his smaller shipping
companies was going public in a few days and the new president of the company was
being overwhelmed in the details of the operation. Mamoru wasn't worried though, the
man was young but he knew his trade and it was only a matter of time before his company
would net Mamoru a tidy profit.
But that wasn't the real reason why frustration was rushing through his veins, oh
no he could handle a few mishaps and an anxious executive what he couldn't handle was
the temptress in front of him. Her long, slender legs were crossed almost delicately as she
stared out the window and he didn't have to see her eyes to know she wasn't really
looking at the scenery. He knew she was furious with him but shrugged it off as a
necessary evil. She was HIS damn it and if the only this was the only way she would
realize it then so be it. No rich brat was taking her away from him, even if they did have
mommy and daddy's money to play with.
It had taken her longer than he would of thought to come to terms that he could
and most definitely would take down the Andrews family without a qualm. But finally
she'd realized what he'd known all along, that he would ultimately win this little game of
theirs. He smiled slightly as he thought of that moment when she had surrendered, when
she had accepted his terms and when she had dismissed her little puppy once and for all.
Oh Andrews had ranted and raved, demanding to know why she was "forsaking their
undying love." The man had always been a little over melodramatic, an attribute that
Mamoru had always detested in people. One more mark against the man he already hated,
the man who had dared to touch HIS Usako. That was the main reason why he hadn't let
her tell Andrews why she was leaving him. His smile turned cruel then, as he remembered
the man's desperate pleas to know why she was leaving him, what had he done wrong? Of
course there was always the fact that he didn't want anyone to know he had Usagi, it was
his secret and he wanted to keep it that way, for the moment.
He was not a man who liked the public eye, guarding his privacy jealously, but he
was pushed into it all the same. Mamoru was the mysterious rogue of society, never with
the same woman twice, never seeming interested in the social affair so many of his class
thrived on. His never-play-be-the-rules attitude captivating the media almost as much as
his all American, "rags to riches," story. Mamoru Chiba had been that unfortunate boy that
everyone vaguely knew, saw from a distance for the few fleeting moments he was in their
life but who no one really got to know. His parents had died when he was a small boy,
killed in a car accident that would cause people to look at him with sympathy he couldn't
understand and a pity he didn't want. He remembered watching t.v. and seeing cookie
cutter families with a mom and dad and wondering if it wasn't all some big fantasy, some
fairy tale because he knew no one who had that life, no matter how much they craved it.
The only children he really knew were from the orphanage he had been shipped off to
when it was realized he had no other family. He hated the word orphanage, it sounded like
something out of a Charles Dickens Christmas story, picturesque, he preferred the more
accurate title, prison.
The stout, gray government building where he had spent a majority of his
childhood had always been more a prison then a home. He still remembered the formidable
Mrs. Fitzpatrick who had ruled that building with an iron fist to shame any communist
dictator. Her plump hands had always seemed to be fisted at her hips in annoyance at
something or other as she proceeded to glare down anyone in her path. The woman hated
children, that much had been plainly obvious to anyone with eyes, so why had she chosen
to work in Social Services or most specifically with orphaned children? That was simple,
power. Everyone was sympathetic to the "little unfortunate children" but no one wanted
to take responsibility, they just wanted the problem to go away and so the
out-of-sight-out-of-mind policy was often used. If you can't see the tired, dirty faces of
parentless children, if you don't have to look into their tear-filled eyes, if you don't have
to hear their anguished cries at night then you can pretend they don't exist. What
government official wanted to make the weekly checkups to see the thin, solemn faced
children that ran through the somber halls, eyes averted when they should have challenged,
voices quiet when they should have been laughing? And so they stayed away and there
was none to question the woman's authority and how she gloried in abusing it.
He'd been shuffled around from one foster home to the next, no single one ever
working out as he always found himself back in that damn orphanage within a few months.
Fitzpatrick had always been there to gloat smugly and remind him that no one wanted him,
the woman had tried to break him but he'd only shrugged her comments off. It only made
him more determined to beat them at their own game, to become someone no one would
ever leave behind or forget. He'd always been good at school, despite all the nasty
comments Fitzpatrick had been unable throw his grades or intelligence at him and he'd
kept that close to his heart, his balm for her snide, biting remarks.
He still remembered his eighteenth birthday when he had been able to leave that
place, whistling nonetheless as he walked away from his prison. He still smiled when he
thought of that day, Fitzpatrick fuming on the top step, children kept behind her dingy
gray skirts as they eyed him and his freedom longingly. That was eight years ago and he
had never once looked back.
He was a powerful man now and that power was what so fascinated people. He
had come from nothing, no home, no family to give him that head start, no he'd worked
his way to the top on all by himself. And at the top he was, society spread out at his feet
and the business world was only to eager to follow as his fortune grew and his flawless
sense for the business soon proved irrefutable. He had worked hard for everything he had
but with that accomplishment came a natural distaste for those few people who thought
they should be treated better because their family had money, because they had had it easy
their whole life, people like Jason Andrews. He had never been able to respect a man who
had had everything given to him on a silver platter, who had never known hard work and
wouldn't know it if it bit them in the ass.
"Where exactly are we going?" Usagi's annoyed voice snapped him back to reality and he
once again turned to look at her, drinking in the sight of her.
It hadn't taken him overly long to purchase the Nitsa corporations and secure that
she would be out of a job and have no where to go but to him. Truthfully he didn't know
why he was so determined to have her, she just...called to him. Her long golden hair, her
milky skin and blue eyes that were now snapping with anger as she waited for his answer
drew him to her. Shaking his head slightly to clear it of his disconcerting thoughts he
smiled back at her.
"My estate."
"Your estate? Where exactly might that be?" God the man was just so irritating, sitting
there looking all enigmatic and staring at her with that one eyebrow arched in a silent
question. Gritting her teeth she swore that if he wasn't straight with her soon she was
going to just snap and God help him then. She was already looking around for any
possible weapons but the beyond his cell phone there was nothing to clutter the interior of
the limo. Typical, she thought sourly, the man would keep everything to the essentials; bare,
neat, cold and most exasperating, leaving her without a weapon.
"It's of little importance, we wont be staying there long."
"What the hell do you mean it's not important, I want to know where we're going! I ref-
we wont be staying long? What the hell are you Mr. World-traveler or something?" As
soon as the question was out of her mouth she knew it was stupid. Of course the man had
to travel, he owned businesses all over the world. Sighing in frustration she sank back into
her seat and eyed him angrily.
"Ok so you wont tell me where we're going, will you at least tell me what we are going to
do when we get there?"
"Oh Usako but that's the best part." A sly smile crept across his lips at that. "Trust me."
His arrogant smirk only fueled Usagi's anger as she resisted the urge to thrash him where
he sat.
"Would you stop being so mysterious!" The word came out in a sneer of contempt and
she took a deep breath to still her temper. "What are you trying to be coy? I think it's
about time we stop these stupid games because they are quite frankly starting to aggravate
me. Why are we going to you estate?" He almost laughed at the scene she made, arms
crossed angrily over her chest as her mouth formed a petulant pout all the while her
luminous blue eyes snapped with anger.
"Why do you think we are going there?" A scream of frustration echoed through the small
interior and Mamoru finally lost the battle to keep his laughter inside. "Will you be quiet.
Lord what do you think I'm going to ask you to become my mistress or something?"
Usagi's face immediately reddened and he knew he'd hit the mark with that statement, he
laughed again.
"Well umm sort of, yeah."
"I'll admit the idea does have some merit,"
"Pig."
"BUT it's not exactly what I have in mind." She arched one eyebrow at that as she leaned
haughtily back against her seat.
"And what pray tell do you have in mind oh Mr. Chiba?" All this talking in circles was
wearing her patience thin and Usagi felt that she was prepared for anything, she already
knew she didn't have to sleep with him what could he possible come up with to outdo
that?
"I want you to work for me." Her jaw dropped to the floor, whatever she had been
expected it had certainly not been that. She thought maybe a few threats, expected a few
insults but a job offer? No that definitely had not been on her list of things to prepare for.
"You want me to what?" He sighed in annoyance.
"I'm offering you a job Ms. Tsukino, simple as that."
"Simple as that my ass."
"Tsk tsk such vulgar language is unbecoming of a lady." His voice was full of amusement
as he watched her face slowly turn red in rage.
"Why you, you-" For the first time in her life Usagi was at a loss for words, she just could
not summon up a word vile enough, "vulgar" enough to describe him.
"What's wrong Usako? Cat got your tongue?" His smile only infuriated her further and
she finally snapped and gave into that urge she'd been dutifully stomping on since he'd
waltzed into her office like some conquering hero. With a battle cry to rival any amazon
she launched herself at him and his Armani suit, hands outstretched in search of his throat.
She wanted to throttle him, to wipe off that arrogant smirk that was fast topping her list of
most annoying things in existence.
He never even blinked, the bastard, he simply grabbed her wrists and pulled her
onto hip lap. His LAP! Ok somehow the situation had gotten way out of hand. She could
feel his coarse hands trail down her hips as he inched up her knee length skirt until it
rested against her upper thigh. She could feel each fingertip as they traced small trails of
liquid heat across her skin and repressed a moan of pleasure that came to her lips. Opening
her eyes slowly she met eyes that had gone almost completely black, shivering at the desire
she saw there, she immediately felt herself stiffen, disgusted with herself, she was playing
right into his hands but completely unable to stop.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" The retort wasn't as biting as she wanted it to be and even
she heard the slight tremor in her voice, but she mustered a glare and was pleased to see
him his stiffen slightly in reaction. Her victory was short lived however when he pulled her
closer, his lips barely touching hers as he smiled at her confused expression.
"Immensely." And with that he drew her down for a slow, drugging kiss and she suddenly
felt herself melting against his hard body and only able to glory in the feel of him. His
tongue swept inside her mouth with languid movements that set her blood boiling and she
moaned into his mouth, causing him to deepen the kiss.
Finally after long moments he pulled back, grinning in satisfaction at the bemused
look on her face. And with that she knew that they could never just be business partners,
could never work without touching and once they touched it was all lost. This attraction
was fatal and she knew it. Good God what had she gotten herself into?
Ok i hate long comments at the top but i have to address some comments i've recieved:
1. someone from my reviews stated that this was to much like some obsessive wacko husband going after his wife and her having to run to a shelter.
~um no. trust me this story isn't endorsing or romanticising that situation or anything like it. really. This is just a work of fiction and no one should be offended by it so everyone breath everything is going to be o.k.
2. should this work be a NC-17?
~ yeah probably but when i think of NC-17 i think of something a lot worse then this but this fic does contain some sexual situations so i may bump up the rating if things get any racier ok. as of right now this isn't any worse then you would see in an R movie.
3. they are in a limo people not a car! so they will not crash, just to clear it up since some people were alittle iffy on that fact.
Whew ok thanks to everyone for the reviews. keep them coming so i can continue to write. on with the show!
Dark Obsession
Chapter 4
Violet Goddess
The leather upholstery creaked beneath her softly as she shifted in her seat, trying
in vain to settle her nerves. Absently she watched the scenery pass in a blur of melded
colors but she didn't really see anything, her mind was on the insufferable man seated
directly across from her, talking angrily into a cell phone as he shuffled through several
files. How had he won?
His words still echoed in her mind, sharp and biting as she sat there numbly
contemplating them. "I love you." She doubted he even really knew what the words
meant, couldn't possible comprehend the promise behind them. Anger rushed through her
that he would demean those revered words by throwing them about. She gritted her teeth
as she thought of how he probably declared to ever woman who happened across his path
or more precisely his bed of his "love." And he'd wondered why his proclamation of
adoration hadn't been met with tears of unbridled joy, God the man had looked honestly
astonished that she'd just looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. Was he expecting her to
swoon or perhaps get down on her knees and thank God for her good fortune? No such
theatrics accompanied his little speech for she'd just wanted to punch him in the jaw, he'd
kissed her instead.
It had taken her a good 15 minutes to squirm away from him and his roaming
hands to call him the conceited pig he was. She'd watched his jaw clench and his hands
fist at his side as he'd calmly explained that she was going to call Jason now, well that just
started another round of screaming. Usagi sighed in frustration as she thought of the past
few hours.
"You're going to call him. Now." He had shoved the phone at her then, she had shoved it
right back.
"No."
"No?" He looked taken back that he had actually defied him. Good she thought, he
needed to know that she wasn't just some nice little pet he could push around.
"Do you have a hearing problem? I said no. I'm not calling Jase to break our
engagement." She finished with a huff and a feeling of satisfaction that the stupid ass
wasn't going to get his way.
"I thought we'd already been through this." He retorted with a hint of annoyance
coloring his words.
"Shit." She muttered, she'd forgotten about that little bit of information.
"What was that Uasko? I seem to have missed that, must be my poor hearing." He smiled
at her and they both knew she was trapped. She didn't doubt for a moment that he would
do everything he threatened, Mamoru was not a man to make idle threats.
"Why does it matter so much? Why can't you go harass someone else and leave me in
peace?" She didn't even bother to try and hide her exasperation. This situation was just
to bizarre and the migraine starting to pound in her head wasn't improving the situation.
Rubbing her temples vigorously Usagi eyed the man in front of her disgruntedly and
stalked over to her desk to hunt for some aspirin, muttering to herself about how stupid
this all was.
"Really Mamoru I'm sure there are tons of gorgeous women who would be more than
happy to hang on your every word adoringly while batting their eyelashes and generally
basking in your presence." She was only half aware of what she was saying to him as her
search for that elusive bottle of much needed aspirin continued. Slamming drawers open
and closed in frustration she continued on. "Yes I bet you have several now, just waiting
breathlessly for your call. So why can't you go and ask them to drop everything,
including their fiancé, just because you say so and leave me alone?" Sighing Usagi was
forced to give up her search and so sank back in her leather chair in defeat as she
prepared to listen to his answer.
He looked stunned. Usagi didn't know if that was a good thing or not but was
determined to figure out just exactly what this was all about. She was a little annoyed
that his mouth was still agape but decided that yelling at him probably wouldn't help
matters so she held her tongue, for the moment. Abruptly everything changed. He jaw
clenched tightly, his body tensed in what Usagi could only describe as outrage but the
worst were his eyes. They'd become as cold and hard as chips of ice and she felt a shiver
of fear slid down her spine as his gaze found hers.
"Find someone else? Tons of women just waiting for me hmm? Let them bask in my
presence?" His voice was chilling as the sarcasm dripping off each word. Slowly he
walked towards her, his steps measured, like a predator stalking its prey.
"Well yes. Find someone else." Usagi blurted out as he continued to stalk towards her.
His face was a mask of determination and restraint as he hauled her up against his chest.
"God you still don't understand do you?" It wasn't a question and so she only stared up
at him blankly. "I don't want anyone else. I want you." His voice was barely above a
whisper as he stroked her silky hair almost reverently. "I've wanted you from the first
time I saw you." His hand gently slid around her waist and he slowly began to rub her
back in deliberately soothing motions. She was almost asleep when she heard him
whisper something as his chin settled on top of her head. "You're mine Usagi."
Snapping his cell phone closed Mamoru sighed in annoyance at all the minor
inconveniences that were demanding his immediate attention. One of his smaller shipping
companies was going public in a few days and the new president of the company was
being overwhelmed in the details of the operation. Mamoru wasn't worried though, the
man was young but he knew his trade and it was only a matter of time before his company
would net Mamoru a tidy profit.
But that wasn't the real reason why frustration was rushing through his veins, oh
no he could handle a few mishaps and an anxious executive what he couldn't handle was
the temptress in front of him. Her long, slender legs were crossed almost delicately as she
stared out the window and he didn't have to see her eyes to know she wasn't really
looking at the scenery. He knew she was furious with him but shrugged it off as a
necessary evil. She was HIS damn it and if the only this was the only way she would
realize it then so be it. No rich brat was taking her away from him, even if they did have
mommy and daddy's money to play with.
It had taken her longer than he would of thought to come to terms that he could
and most definitely would take down the Andrews family without a qualm. But finally
she'd realized what he'd known all along, that he would ultimately win this little game of
theirs. He smiled slightly as he thought of that moment when she had surrendered, when
she had accepted his terms and when she had dismissed her little puppy once and for all.
Oh Andrews had ranted and raved, demanding to know why she was "forsaking their
undying love." The man had always been a little over melodramatic, an attribute that
Mamoru had always detested in people. One more mark against the man he already hated,
the man who had dared to touch HIS Usako. That was the main reason why he hadn't let
her tell Andrews why she was leaving him. His smile turned cruel then, as he remembered
the man's desperate pleas to know why she was leaving him, what had he done wrong? Of
course there was always the fact that he didn't want anyone to know he had Usagi, it was
his secret and he wanted to keep it that way, for the moment.
He was not a man who liked the public eye, guarding his privacy jealously, but he
was pushed into it all the same. Mamoru was the mysterious rogue of society, never with
the same woman twice, never seeming interested in the social affair so many of his class
thrived on. His never-play-be-the-rules attitude captivating the media almost as much as
his all American, "rags to riches," story. Mamoru Chiba had been that unfortunate boy that
everyone vaguely knew, saw from a distance for the few fleeting moments he was in their
life but who no one really got to know. His parents had died when he was a small boy,
killed in a car accident that would cause people to look at him with sympathy he couldn't
understand and a pity he didn't want. He remembered watching t.v. and seeing cookie
cutter families with a mom and dad and wondering if it wasn't all some big fantasy, some
fairy tale because he knew no one who had that life, no matter how much they craved it.
The only children he really knew were from the orphanage he had been shipped off to
when it was realized he had no other family. He hated the word orphanage, it sounded like
something out of a Charles Dickens Christmas story, picturesque, he preferred the more
accurate title, prison.
The stout, gray government building where he had spent a majority of his
childhood had always been more a prison then a home. He still remembered the formidable
Mrs. Fitzpatrick who had ruled that building with an iron fist to shame any communist
dictator. Her plump hands had always seemed to be fisted at her hips in annoyance at
something or other as she proceeded to glare down anyone in her path. The woman hated
children, that much had been plainly obvious to anyone with eyes, so why had she chosen
to work in Social Services or most specifically with orphaned children? That was simple,
power. Everyone was sympathetic to the "little unfortunate children" but no one wanted
to take responsibility, they just wanted the problem to go away and so the
out-of-sight-out-of-mind policy was often used. If you can't see the tired, dirty faces of
parentless children, if you don't have to look into their tear-filled eyes, if you don't have
to hear their anguished cries at night then you can pretend they don't exist. What
government official wanted to make the weekly checkups to see the thin, solemn faced
children that ran through the somber halls, eyes averted when they should have challenged,
voices quiet when they should have been laughing? And so they stayed away and there
was none to question the woman's authority and how she gloried in abusing it.
He'd been shuffled around from one foster home to the next, no single one ever
working out as he always found himself back in that damn orphanage within a few months.
Fitzpatrick had always been there to gloat smugly and remind him that no one wanted him,
the woman had tried to break him but he'd only shrugged her comments off. It only made
him more determined to beat them at their own game, to become someone no one would
ever leave behind or forget. He'd always been good at school, despite all the nasty
comments Fitzpatrick had been unable throw his grades or intelligence at him and he'd
kept that close to his heart, his balm for her snide, biting remarks.
He still remembered his eighteenth birthday when he had been able to leave that
place, whistling nonetheless as he walked away from his prison. He still smiled when he
thought of that day, Fitzpatrick fuming on the top step, children kept behind her dingy
gray skirts as they eyed him and his freedom longingly. That was eight years ago and he
had never once looked back.
He was a powerful man now and that power was what so fascinated people. He
had come from nothing, no home, no family to give him that head start, no he'd worked
his way to the top on all by himself. And at the top he was, society spread out at his feet
and the business world was only to eager to follow as his fortune grew and his flawless
sense for the business soon proved irrefutable. He had worked hard for everything he had
but with that accomplishment came a natural distaste for those few people who thought
they should be treated better because their family had money, because they had had it easy
their whole life, people like Jason Andrews. He had never been able to respect a man who
had had everything given to him on a silver platter, who had never known hard work and
wouldn't know it if it bit them in the ass.
"Where exactly are we going?" Usagi's annoyed voice snapped him back to reality and he
once again turned to look at her, drinking in the sight of her.
It hadn't taken him overly long to purchase the Nitsa corporations and secure that
she would be out of a job and have no where to go but to him. Truthfully he didn't know
why he was so determined to have her, she just...called to him. Her long golden hair, her
milky skin and blue eyes that were now snapping with anger as she waited for his answer
drew him to her. Shaking his head slightly to clear it of his disconcerting thoughts he
smiled back at her.
"My estate."
"Your estate? Where exactly might that be?" God the man was just so irritating, sitting
there looking all enigmatic and staring at her with that one eyebrow arched in a silent
question. Gritting her teeth she swore that if he wasn't straight with her soon she was
going to just snap and God help him then. She was already looking around for any
possible weapons but the beyond his cell phone there was nothing to clutter the interior of
the limo. Typical, she thought sourly, the man would keep everything to the essentials; bare,
neat, cold and most exasperating, leaving her without a weapon.
"It's of little importance, we wont be staying there long."
"What the hell do you mean it's not important, I want to know where we're going! I ref-
we wont be staying long? What the hell are you Mr. World-traveler or something?" As
soon as the question was out of her mouth she knew it was stupid. Of course the man had
to travel, he owned businesses all over the world. Sighing in frustration she sank back into
her seat and eyed him angrily.
"Ok so you wont tell me where we're going, will you at least tell me what we are going to
do when we get there?"
"Oh Usako but that's the best part." A sly smile crept across his lips at that. "Trust me."
His arrogant smirk only fueled Usagi's anger as she resisted the urge to thrash him where
he sat.
"Would you stop being so mysterious!" The word came out in a sneer of contempt and
she took a deep breath to still her temper. "What are you trying to be coy? I think it's
about time we stop these stupid games because they are quite frankly starting to aggravate
me. Why are we going to you estate?" He almost laughed at the scene she made, arms
crossed angrily over her chest as her mouth formed a petulant pout all the while her
luminous blue eyes snapped with anger.
"Why do you think we are going there?" A scream of frustration echoed through the small
interior and Mamoru finally lost the battle to keep his laughter inside. "Will you be quiet.
Lord what do you think I'm going to ask you to become my mistress or something?"
Usagi's face immediately reddened and he knew he'd hit the mark with that statement, he
laughed again.
"Well umm sort of, yeah."
"I'll admit the idea does have some merit,"
"Pig."
"BUT it's not exactly what I have in mind." She arched one eyebrow at that as she leaned
haughtily back against her seat.
"And what pray tell do you have in mind oh Mr. Chiba?" All this talking in circles was
wearing her patience thin and Usagi felt that she was prepared for anything, she already
knew she didn't have to sleep with him what could he possible come up with to outdo
that?
"I want you to work for me." Her jaw dropped to the floor, whatever she had been
expected it had certainly not been that. She thought maybe a few threats, expected a few
insults but a job offer? No that definitely had not been on her list of things to prepare for.
"You want me to what?" He sighed in annoyance.
"I'm offering you a job Ms. Tsukino, simple as that."
"Simple as that my ass."
"Tsk tsk such vulgar language is unbecoming of a lady." His voice was full of amusement
as he watched her face slowly turn red in rage.
"Why you, you-" For the first time in her life Usagi was at a loss for words, she just could
not summon up a word vile enough, "vulgar" enough to describe him.
"What's wrong Usako? Cat got your tongue?" His smile only infuriated her further and
she finally snapped and gave into that urge she'd been dutifully stomping on since he'd
waltzed into her office like some conquering hero. With a battle cry to rival any amazon
she launched herself at him and his Armani suit, hands outstretched in search of his throat.
She wanted to throttle him, to wipe off that arrogant smirk that was fast topping her list of
most annoying things in existence.
He never even blinked, the bastard, he simply grabbed her wrists and pulled her
onto hip lap. His LAP! Ok somehow the situation had gotten way out of hand. She could
feel his coarse hands trail down her hips as he inched up her knee length skirt until it
rested against her upper thigh. She could feel each fingertip as they traced small trails of
liquid heat across her skin and repressed a moan of pleasure that came to her lips. Opening
her eyes slowly she met eyes that had gone almost completely black, shivering at the desire
she saw there, she immediately felt herself stiffen, disgusted with herself, she was playing
right into his hands but completely unable to stop.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" The retort wasn't as biting as she wanted it to be and even
she heard the slight tremor in her voice, but she mustered a glare and was pleased to see
him his stiffen slightly in reaction. Her victory was short lived however when he pulled her
closer, his lips barely touching hers as he smiled at her confused expression.
"Immensely." And with that he drew her down for a slow, drugging kiss and she suddenly
felt herself melting against his hard body and only able to glory in the feel of him. His
tongue swept inside her mouth with languid movements that set her blood boiling and she
moaned into his mouth, causing him to deepen the kiss.
Finally after long moments he pulled back, grinning in satisfaction at the bemused
look on her face. And with that she knew that they could never just be business partners,
could never work without touching and once they touched it was all lost. This attraction
was fatal and she knew it. Good God what had she gotten herself into?