The Debt Collector

Chapter 7

Alex stood over the crying man on the floor.

“I’ll give you one more chance to tell me the truth. Where the fuck is Aaron Jones?” he asked.

“I swear I don’t know where he is! He won’t answer the phone, and he…”

Alex slashed the guy’s cheek with his knife before he finished his sentence. The guy grabbed his cheek

with the palm of his hand and yelled out in pain.

Fucking pussy, Alex thought.

“Don’t spout bullshit at me, Ricky. It’ll only piss me off more,” he said and smirked.

“I AM NOT! I swear to God, Alexander. He disappeared on me, man. Please just let me go,” Ricky

cried.

Alex kicked him in the ribs. This fucker was really testing his limit.

“I’ll give you 24 hours to find him and bring him to me. If you fail, I’ll grind your bones and feed them to

my dogs, got it?” he snarled.

“Y…yes,” Ricky held his stomach and groaned in pain.

“And remember, I don’t give people second chances. If you try to run away, I’ll consider it as a betrayal

to me,” Alex let him know.

“I won’t let you down,” Ricky said.

“Good,” Alex said.

Alex and his men left the building. That fucktard Ricky put him in a bad mood. He needed to do

something to ease his tension.

“Take me to see Sheila,” Alex told his chauffeur. Sheila was one of the many women he regularly

visited. She was beautiful and voluptuous and had curves in all the right places. A perfect person to

see when he needed to blow off some steam.

“Yes sir,” his driver Sam said and started to drive to her house.

Out of many women, Sheila was one of the best. He had been seeing her often. He meant to pay her a

visit after his debt collection business yesterday but ended up not going since he took that girl home. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

The girl…

“Turn around,” Alex ordered Sam.

“Sir?” Sam was startled.

“Let’s go back to the Villa,” he said.

“What about Ms. Sheila?” Sam asked.

“I changed my mind,” Alex said. “I am going home instead.”

Why go to Sheila when he had a perfectly lovely fuck toy at home? This way, he can be comfortable in

his own home instead of worrying about driving back. Besides, the girl was still too fresh and naive. He

needed to get her used to him more. He got aroused thinking about her sweet lips and tight little pussy.

He walked inside the house and went straight to her bedroom. He opened the door and expected her to

sulk in the room since he kept her by force but was surprised to find her sitting by the window and

knitting. She had a relaxed expression on her face like she was at her own home. The sun hit her

blonde hair, giving it a golden hue. She didn’t hear him coming as she concentrated hard on her

knitting.

“The fuck are you doing?” Alex demanded to know.

Saoirse was startled and dropped her things on the floor after hearing Alex’s voice so suddenly. “Aah!

You made me lose a stitch! Now I’ll have to start over,” she said in a scolding manner.

Alex was dumbfounded for a moment. Did she really just scold him? Who the fuck did she think she

was talking to?

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“Oh…um…I was knitting, so when I dropped it, the yarn came out of the needle, and now I have to start

the whole thing over,” she said.

“You were knitting? What are you, my grandma?” Alex chuckled.

“Knitting is not just for grandmas silly!” she exclaimed. “I do it because it relaxes me.”

“You any good?” he asked.

“I am okay, I guess. I once made an entire sweater, but I made the armholes too big, so it didn’t fit me,”

she pouted.

Alex stared at her intently. She was talking to him with such ease as if he was her friend. Was she not

scared of him anymore?

“You know what relaxes me?” he smiled mischievously.

“What?” she was curious.

“Putting my dick in your hole,” he smirked.

“Oh right…is that why you are here?” she frowned.

“Why else would I come in here?” he said, annoyed.

“Oh, okay, um..can I take a shower first?” she asked.

“I don’t think that’s necessary. Besides, I don’t feel like waiting that long, so just take your clothes off

and come over here,” he said and flopped down on the bed.

Saoirse didn’t argue anymore and started to strip down to her underwear.

“All of it,” Alex ordered.

She looked like she was embarrassed about doing it by herself. Her face was flushed red, and her

hand was shaking a little. It was kind of cute.

She walked over to him slowly and stood in front of him awkwardly.

“Why are you trying to cover your boobs and pussy? It’s not like I haven’t seen them already,” Alex

scoffed.

“It’s still embarrassing,” she said quietly.

“Well, cut it out and move your arms. Let me see that beautiful body,” he smirked.

“It’s not b..beautiful,” she said quietly.

“Huh? Says who?” he said.

“You said I was too skinny,” she said and looked away.

“Did I say that? It still makes my dick hard, so I’d say it’s quite sexy,” he said.

She blushed. “Thanks,” she said.

Alex was surprised. Why is she thanking him for objectifying her body? This chick was weird as hell.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. He trailed his fingers on her body and felt her shiver.

He then pressed his lips on hers and kissed her hard.

She had her lips tightly shut, so he had to push it open with his tongue. She gasped as he licked the

inside of her mouth.

“Unzip my jeans,” he said gruffly.

She started to fumble with the buttons on his jeans but struggled to open it as her hand was shaking

too much.

“Ss..sorry,” she said.

“Fucking hell,” Alex groaned and unzipped it himself. He pulled it out and pushed her down to her

knees.

She just sat there frozen.

“Well, don’t just stare at it, suck it,” Alex said. He was starting to get annoyed.

“Uh…um…I don’t know how?” she said and stared at him with her innocent eyes.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, Alex thought.