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Trapped in her love

"I want to do things to you. Things only a man can do to a woman." he breathed on her neck. "I want to touch you in places that will make your toes curl. I want to have your body pinned under me in my bed. I want to pleasure you until the only thing you can think of is my name. I want to rake my hands all over your naked body and have you beg me for more. I want to hear you chant my name like a spell Allison. That is what I want to do to you." He finally pulled away and looked at her face. He smiled at her flushed and dumbstruck expression. Her lips parted like she is going to say something but no word left her lips. She opened her mouth again and closed it. "Breath." he said to her "Wh...you ... how...I". She closed her mouth again not knowing what to say. ********* A man who is used to getting whatever he wants, he lacks nothing; women, power, money, fame. Promiscuous and unfeeling, he will do anything to get what he wants Allison's only sister has been recently diagnosed of leukemia and a lot of money is needed for her treatment or she might die. Out of desperation, Allison finds herself in the office of the cold CEO seeking for a high paying job as one of his employees but the CEO has another job for her. Will he take pity on her? Will he make her do something against her will? Will she go any length to save her sister?

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Friends?

Calvin stared at the men dumbstruck for a moment. Hannah is dead? How? when?

"How are you sure?" he asked.

"We found her body in an old abandoned cabin in the woods. She seemed to be hiding there."

"Did you know what or who killed her?"

"She was shot in the head. We couldn't find the killer."

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~Three days earlier.

Lisa relaxed lazily on a small sofa inside a small cabin, her legs resting on one of the armrest and her back resting on the other, allowing her long brunette hair to fall back. A stunning red dress hugged her body from her bust stopping at her mid thigh, accentuating her curves. She had a pair of six inches pencil heel on her feet. She looked like she was going to grace a very important occasion. She was twirling a small gun in her hand, and her gaze was fixed at the door.