6. He called her

Rosia woke up with higher hopes of beginning a new life. The beautiful morning had given her the strength to walk down the tarred roads of life with happiness.

"Today, I will go in search of a job. My phone has been off for the past few days. But not anymore, because I know my life has a new turn now," she assured herself.

!!Phone rings!!

"Wow, I have missed the ringtone of my phone. For many days, I abandoned you. It's an unknown caller. Who could this be?" she asked, puzzled, to no one in particular.

She prayed it wasn't Madam Sweet. She had been avoiding her calls since the last incident with that bastard.

"Hello, who is this, please?"

"Rosia Angelis…." The familiar voice laughed evilly.

She could recognize that voice even in the midst of a million people.

"Mr. Raymond Christio," she said, panting heavily and already sweating.

"Darling! How are you, my sexy ass bitch?" he asked, but she could sense the wickedness in his voice.

"You bastard! You're an animal! You should be rotting in hell!" she fired.

"Hey, calm down, sweetheart. Take it easy, or else you might have a crack in your voice, and that wouldn't be good because it would make your moans not sound sweet."

"Don't you ever call this line again, or else I will be forced to call the cops on you and charge you for abuse, threats, and assault!"

"Go ahead, darling. Let's see who will end up in jail. I am Raymond Christio. The cops dance to my tunes as long as the money is there, so go on and call them," he threatened.

"No matter how hard you play, Rosia, I won't let you be and have your way. Not until you agree to what I said. Or better still, let's sit and talk," he smirked.

"You will never have your way, so stop all your daydreams because no such thing will happen!" she yelled.

"It will. So wait for it."

"Please, just let me be… just let me be, I beg of you," she pleaded.

"No, Rosia. No woman dares turn me down, and you are no exception."

"Get the hell off my phone! And just so you know, none of your threats scare me—not even a little bit!" she yelled and hung up.

"What is wrong with this arrogant bastard? Why can't he let me be in peace? He's just adding to my problems. The same fear I'm trying so hard to overcome keeps coming my way."

"Oh God, please get me out of this mess," she prayed.

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She had hung up rudely, and Raymond laughed hysterically.

"Sir Ray, don't you think all these actions are turning into an obsession? I mean, all you do these days clearly shows, and the workers have started taking notice of it," Richy said.

A resounding slap landed on Richy's face.

Richy, Raymond's personal assistant, was a very humble person, but Raymond dared not compliment him for any of his work.

"How dare you talk to me in such a manner? Where are your manners?" Raymond yelled.

"I'm sorry, sir. It will never happen again. I only said what I heard the other staff saying," Richy replied quickly.

"I don't care what others think. This is my life and my company, and I can do whatever I wish without questioning. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Richy answered shakily.

"Now, get out of here!" Raymond ordered.

Richy quickly ran out of the sitting room, slamming the door behind him.

Raymond went into his room and slumped on the bed. On a very comfy bed.

"If I don't have you, Rosia, then no one else will. I will make sure of that," he muttered.

Raymond lay down on the bed, smiling mischievously as a woman cat-walked into his room, dressed in a very short and revealing gown.

A smile escaped his lips at what he was seeing. She twerked seductively as he grinned from ear to ear.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"I'm Eva," she said, licking her lips.

"She's nothing close to my big-ass Rosia," he thought.

"How do you wish to have it, baby?" she asked.

Raymond laughed.

"Every style," he muttered, and she rolled her eyes.

She gently took off her skimpy clothes and her undies.

Raymond switched off the lights to make the atmosphere more romantic as she stylishly joined him on the bed.

They glued their lips to each other's hungrily.

"She was quite hot, though," he muttered.

She was totally naked, leaving only her panties on so it would be easier…

Raymond sucked her boobs hungrily as she moaned softly.

"Women are nothing but cheap sluts, but I wonder why that crazy Rosia is playing real hard to get," he thought.

He quickly put his hands into Eva's panties, and—gosh!—she was damn wet.

"Cheap bitch," he murmured.

He started fingering her, and she screamed at the top of her voice, which gave him the go-ahead for the pleasure.

He grabbed her boobs and fondled them while his face went down to her wet pussy. With all pleasure, he tongued her pussy as she came on his face.

She moaned in pleasure.

He slowly inserted his already erected dick into her wet, dripping pussy.

Her moans became louder as he rode on.

He continued penetrating faster and deeper. He fucked her at every corner, giving her no space to breathe. He fucked her with all pleasure until he reached his climax and released into her.

He fell off her body onto the bed, panting heavily as they both drifted to sleep.

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UNKNOWN POV

In a dark room, a woman sat on a wheelchair, gulping down a bottle of vodka with a cigarette in the other hand.

"It's time, Raymond. I'm coming back just for you. You are still the same Raymond, and you can't love anyone else other than me."

"Just wait a little bit longer, and the hatred in your heart for me will vanish into thin air. I promise you that. My black money. My cash extractor. That's who you are to me, RAYMOND CHRISTIO," she said, laughing evilly.