Chapter 1 Trapping her

Adrian's POV

"She's been fired, sir," Victor said. "We've put a tracking device in her phone. We'll know exactly where she is at all times."

"Good." A cold smile spread across my face.

Everything was moving exactly as I had designed it.

Soon Maya Sinclair would be under my control on a leash of my making, with nowhere left to run.

"Set the meeting," I said. "Tell her I want the eight hundred seventy-five thousand dollars she lost the company. She's to come to the club tonight. We'll discuss how she's going to repay me."

"Yes,sir. I'll take care of it."

He left. The door clicked shut, and the office went quiet.

I leaned back in my chair, the city glittering far below the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. A cold, satisfied smile curved my mouth.

Of course, she had no idea the entire catastrophe was my creation. I was the mastermind behind the fake scam invoice that trapped her, tricking her into wiring company funds straight into a trap. She was currently shouldering the blame for a devastating financial loss, completely unaware that every single step of her downfall had been orchestrated by me.

With no way to pay off a debt of that magnitude, she would have no other option than to bend to my will.

I sat down and woke the monitor on my desk. The camera over the third-floor finance office had become a habit. At first, I'd told myself it was oversight. By the second week, I stopped lying to myself.

There she was. Dark hair pinned up with a pencil, a pale blouse, a frown of concentration that deepened the small crease between her eyebrows. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear without looking up. She had no idea anyone was watching.

I leaned back and stared at her.

It all started the very first day I laid eyes on her in the office. Maya Sinclair was the living, breathing image of Davina, my late fiancée. The resemblance was so uncanny it knocked the breath right out of my lungs; I couldn't tear my gaze away. From that very moment, I knew she was going to be mine. I had to claim her.

​Hours spent locked in my office had quickly dissolved into an obsession. I had requested the private CCTV footage of her workspace, watching her from the safety of my screen while she remained blissfully ignorant. The way her blouse pulled tight across her breasts when she reached for something on a high shelf. The slow, unconscious sway of her hips when she walked down the corridor. The way her male coworkers' eyes lingered on her ass long after she had passed.

I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted Maya Sinclair.

No that wasn't true. I had wanted Davina like this once. And then she was gone. Now the universe had handed me a second chance in the form of a girl who looked like my dead fiancée and had no idea she had already been claimed.

I wasn't going to sit back and wait for one of my employees to make a move. I had made mine first.I had to force the game myself. Now, she was walking straight into my domain, my club where I would finally seal her fate and make her understand that she had stepped permanently into my world.

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I arrived at the club early, driven by a dark, relentless anticipation. Tonight was the night I finally laid claim to Maya the girl whose entire life was now resting firmly in my hands.

The VIP section parted for me without a word. Side glances followed-recognition, respect, a touch of fear. They knew who owned the place. I settled into the black leather booth at the back, the one with the best view of the entrance, and waited.

Before long, Victor approached, stepping close to whisper, "Sir, she's here."

My eyes shifted toward the floor, locking onto her immediately. Maya looked small, hesitant, and entirely out of place amidst the heavy bass and flashing lights. But my focus quickly turned to annoyance as my gaze swept over her clothes. Why was she wearing such a plain, ordinary outfit in my club? It hid everything I wanted to see.

​Without taking my eyes off her, I murmured, "Put her in lingerie. Get her something to wear."

Maya's head snapped toward me, lips parting on a protest that never quite formed. The hostess guided her away before she could speak. I watched them disappear down the private hallway.

Minutes later she returned.

My eyes locked on her the second she stepped out. The fabric hugged every curve so tightly I could see the exact shape of her body underneath: the soft swell of her tits, The material was almost nothing. Through the lingerie I could clearly see her nipples pink, stiff, and peaked hard against the translucent fabric. My gaze dropped lower, admiring the way the fabric held her sweet cunt.i could clearly see the way her pussy rested on the fabric, the material so see-through I could make out the smooth, bare shape of her cunt and the way it sat plump and inviting between her legs.

My cock twitched hard, thickening instantly at the thought of dropping to my knees right there, peeling that useless lace aside, and putting my mouth on her,sucking on her clit, tasting her while she stood in the middle of the club.

I stood.

"Come with me."

​I turned on my heel and walked toward my private office. I didn't need to look back; her quiet footsteps followed close behind. Once she stepped across the threshold, I shut the heavy door behind us, the final click sealing her inside my domain.