The Seductress

Selene groans internally. “Bill… I’d tell you all about it, but definitely not now”. She had asked Bill to stay at home and he had bregrudgily accepted, he wasn’t aware she would employ Wayne. Bill stared daggers at Wayne. He knew him quite alright, knew of the asshole that embarrassed Selene. He return his gaze back to Selene and his gaze softens.

“Alright Selene, I’d just drive the car in” He mutters, and she sigh in relief. Bill stride past Wayne, intentionally brushing his shoulder against his. He gets into the car and drives it into the mansion, the gates closed automatically. Wayne archs his brows but says nothing. It was normal to see him angry, could be some clingy boyfriend. Wayne had seen him in a lot of gossip magazines Fiona has.

“I would have loved to compliment you about today’s work…. but you just started working today wayne… I’d see how well you can keep up with whatever you’re doing” Selene taunts. Wayne chuckles quietly.

“I don’t have a problem with that” He says as he watches her features. Selene scoffs internally.

“Goodnight….” She tells him and turns to walk into the mansion.

“Selene…” Wayne calls and she stops and turn back to meet him. Wayne stalks towards her and stop inches away from her. She tries to keep calm as heat crawls up her spine.

“Thanks… for saving my mom” Wayne gives her a small smile as he look down at her. Selene angry mood lifts with just that single smile. She bats her lashes and smile back.

“You’re welcome Wayne…” Her voice was low, and whatever angry emotions she bottled up was gone. They stood there, awkwardly staring at each other, taking in the exotic fragrance of the cologne they wore.

“Goodnight” Wayne finally breaks the silence and step back. Selene bats her lashes to focus and forces the frown back on her face. She walk back to the gates and step in, her heartbeat had suddenly gone wild. She smiled absently at the few guards sprawled around the compound and made her way up the stairs to her room. She flung her bag to a single couch and stalked to the bed. Why the heck did she feel that way when he had stood close to her?. Damn!… Its just been a day since he started working for her and the anger she felt had already dissipated. She couldn’t just back off now. He’s always so proud, acting like she was some random lady. kicking off her shoes, she wrapped her hair as the opens. She sighs, knowing who it was.

“Bill, courtesy demands you knock before you enter a room, especially a lady’s ” she says with an eye roll.

“Unfortunately I don’t have that courtesy…. who was that?” He asks and walks to the single couch to sit.

“Wayne Anderson… my new secretary” She muttered as Bill face goes taut.

“what the fuck happened to Gwen?” He furrows his brows at her.

“I settled for a change Bill!” Selene scowls at him.

“The same guy who embarrassed you in that fuckin restaurant? He blurts out.

“Exactly the reason I employed him…. and seriously could you just cut the crap already and stop acting like my boyfriend” She grits out and he goes quiet. Bill sucks in his breath. He knew Selene didn’t just employ him for the sake of it. She probably wanted to get back at him for what he did to her that night. And the guy, Zayne, wayne or whatever his name is, doesn’t look like someone you mess with. He still couldn’t forget how tall and well built he was.

“Alright Selene… I’m just trying to look out for you… that was the promise I made to Mrs grace” He gets off the couch Selene sighs.

“I know Bill, and u appreciate that, but just trust me on this one okay…. I know what I’m doing” she smirks at him and Bill shrugs.

“Alright…. Goodnight” She smiles in return and he walks out.

“Jeez!” Selene growls out and reached for a pack of virgina slim on the nightstand. she wedges it between her thumb and index finger before she lit it. She brings out her laptop and boots it on. Now was the time to start getting rid of those idiots who raped her, atleast she’s has one down and she has the contact of another two. She swipe at the screen of her phone and types the name of one of them. She relax against the headboard, smoking her Virgina slim and watching with a smile as the information on the guy pops up on her screen.

••••••

Closing the door of Susan’s ward quietly, Wayne stares at her unconscious self on the bed. Fiona was asleep with her head placed on the bed. Wayne watches them with a sad heart. Once Susan Anderson was the prettiest or one of the prettiest woman in Los Angeles. Had the most brightest smile and a blunt attitude towards challenges. The more reason his dad Greg Anderson was deeply in love with her. He was younger then, probably about twenty years and Fiona fifteen.

Things happened faster than anyone could imagine. They had dinner the day before Greg was to leave for New york for an international business conference. They were a small happy family, and he had left that night, leaving him to look after the companies he owned in Los Angeles. And it was barely up to a day before the news was shown live on the net, Greg Anderson was involved in an airplane accident. It was the start of a ugly drastic side of life. Two weeks later and it was discovered he owed huge debts and the mansion and companies were used to pay up. They had to leave all their plush life and move down to Florida. Miami was a bustling happy city to live in, and with the amount of money Wayne had in his life savings, they would survive well… or so he thought, until Susan took to smoking and drugs. Two years later she was down with lung disease. All the cash he had was spent in treating her and he still couldn’t till now.

He shakes off the ad memories and ambles towards them. Fiona wakes up at the light sound of his footsteps and smile up at him.

“Hey brother… back already” She grinned and he nods.

“I spoke with Doctor Mac.. the first surgery was successful” Wayne mutters and Fiona nods happily.

“Yeah Wayne and I’m so happy!… I just hope she could become concious and they could treat her lung disease… gosh I’d be so happy!” Wayne chuckles and drops the pack of MacDonald’s on the empty chair beside him.

“Yeah Fiona…. that’s all we want and if we believe it could come to pass… it’s just about having that strong hope.. that’s what is gonna keep mom going throughout the surgery” He says and Fiona sucks in her breath.

“It’s good knowing I have you as my brother… and a hot one at that” She smirks at him and he laughs.

“I can bet a lot of guys out there are dying to have your attention with how pretty you are Fiona” Wayne teases and Fiona giggles.

“Oh brother come on.. you know me, I’m always the shy type?” She rolls her eyes and they laugh.

“She’s gonna get through isn’t she?” Fiona mutters as she return her gaze back to her mom, with IV fluids bag connected to her wrist. Wayne puts his arm around her.

“She will Fiona… now stop worrying and eat up… I guess you’re famished” Wayne coos.

“You got that right brother…. and this smells good” She smacks her lips and picks up the pack of MacDonald’s as Wayne chuckles quietly.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Tell me I look great!” Stacey says and twirl in front of Zoey. She palm her face and groans.

“For the umpeenth time you look great bitch… now get the fuck out of my room!” She scowls and gently shoves her towards the door.

“Come on Zoey I’m stopping at Zach’s and I’m definitely gonna see Wayne!” Stacey fusses and stops at the door.

“And I told you already oldie.. you look great” She roll her eyes and finally pushes her out, slamming the door shut and groaning. Stacey chuckles and stride out of the apartment. She slides into her convertible and run her palm down her red hair as the cool morning air ruffles her hair. Red actually looks good on her. She ignite the engine and drive out, her thoughts all on Wayne.

She arrives at the office thirty minutes later and she hopped out of the car and walked into the lobby of the company. She arch her brows and looked around at the workers. They weren’t actually working, instead they were loitering around and gossiping. What the fuck!, Zach was a no nonsense boss, why didn’t he notice this. They scurried back to their office cubicles when they spotted her and she roll her eyes before stepping into the elevator. She punches the botton for his office floor and suck in her breath. Jeez!… would Wayne ever accept her as his girlfriend. She might be older than him but she could pass for a young woman. No matter how hard he proved, she would continue to push untill the she got him. The door slides open and she stepped out, her frown returns to her face when she sees another lady sitting at his office cubicle. Did Zach employ another.

“Good morning ma’am” The girl smiles at her.

“Is Zach in?” She asks ignoring her greetings.

“Yeah ma’am but he doesn’t wanna see anyone” She scowls at the girl and walks to the office. She punches the code and step in despite the girl’s protest. Then she saw him, sitting on the office couch with two bottles of wine on the table.

“Zach!” She calls in alarm and stride to him. He looks like shit

“What’s wrong with you… aren’t you aware you’re at work?” She blurts out and he sighs.

“Where’s Wayne?” She looks around the office and it’s in a mess. Goodness what’s going on.

“He doesn’t work for me any longer Stacey” He slurrs.

“What do you mean… you sacked him!… how dare you do that!” She grits out.

“Fuck Stacey keep it low… he’s working for my Selene…. my darling Selene, and she’s abandoned me… I’m a fool… ” He chuckles and she gasps.

“Selene… the…. fair skinned goddess!?” She asks in disbelief. Zach chuckles and nod.

“Damn it Zach… you really are a fool how could you allow him to work for her you fuckin cunt!” She yells in anger. Zach shrugs a shoulder and reaches for the bottle. Stacy cusses and snatched it away.

“You’re so dumb Zach.. I’m coming back to deal with your lame ass… your company might go bankrupt with the way you’re acting!” She puts the bottle down and storms to the door.

“Where you going” He asks through dilated eyes. She scoffs.

“Paying him a visit asshole” She twist the knob and step out.

“Tell my Selene I love her alright!” Zach yells and she shakes her head before slamming thedoor shut angrily.