Arya and Emilio

Arya paced up and down within her apartment. She was trying hard to control the urge that had manifested out of thin air. Arya was a proud person who was not used to rejection, yet, a man had rejected her for the very first time in life.

Of course, Lorenzo was an exemption for her. No matter how much he rejected her, she knew how to play him like a puppet on a string. He was too easy to manipulate. As the years passed by, she grew bored with the man and his naivety.

Jasmine's presence in their lives gave meaning to their boring lives. Her definition of fun was unique like her lifestyle. She considered playing with someone's life a game. Watching those she believed were beneath her suffer was a welcome show for her to enjoy.

Alas. Jasmine's death ruined her fun. " The bitch took a shortcut out of the hell I created for her. Why does thinking of her still make me boil in rage? It's like I was jealous of her or something. Or was I? No of course. She was just another naïve orphan with no name or wealth to her existence. I hope you are rotting in hell whore. That's the price you pay for taking away my man's attention. "

The girl talked to herself as though she was addressing a ghost. That was all Jasmine was to her at the moment. A dead body rotting away in a forgotten burial ground. Her main issue, however, was a certain man called Emilio. The make-up artist who had attended to her during the event.

At first, she was angry since he rejected her. Later, she realized that she has found a new person to have ' fun' with. It was not easy to find the man's contact information. Now that she had it in her hands, she was in a dilemma on whether she should first give him a call or wait for some more days. She recalled what happened between them at the event make-up room.

A few days ago.

Arya was in a bad mood after running into the class-less woman. Who would wear a mask to such a place? The woman must be one of the helping staff for the event. For reasons she could not pinpoint, she hated the woman at first glance.

Her mood was getting sour by the minute. Then the make-up artist kept her waiting. As though making her wait wasn't enough, the man also wore a mask. She felt her rage go out of control and started shouting at him.

" Who do you think you are? Don't you know how important my presence is in this event? You should have attended to me first. I don't believe this. Why does every lowly servant think that they can annoy me and get away with it? Hey, you imbe..."

Before she could finish her words, she found herself being held by the neck. There were only the two of them in the room. Emilio looked at the woman who was insulting him. So, this was the devil that made his sister's life a living hell. His grip tightened enough to hurt but not to leave a mark.

" You know, this beautiful world is made ugly by people like you. What makes you feel entitled to such an extent that you have no sense of humanity when addressing your subordinates? If you utter one more curse word out of that beautiful mouth of yours, I will kiss you until you won't have enough air to even breathe. Understood?"

Arya was captivated by his voice. When he choked her, she felt both excited and afraid. The man brought out her submissive nature. She nodded helplessly after he gave his instruction. She wanted to feel his lips on hers yet she was afraid.

" Cute. Now be a good girl and make my work easier for me. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut, and wait for me to make you look more beautiful. For your information, I know who you are. You are welcome to compare our social status. A little warning though, whatever you find about me, make sure you don't fall in love with me. Now, close your eyes and let me do my job."

The minute she closed her eyes, Arya knew that she was doomed. She could feel the man's subtle touch here and there. She was used to being taken care of. Albeit going through such processes for almost all her life, it was the first time she felt seduced by a man's innocent touch.

What she didn't know was that none of the touches were innocent. Emilio was seducing her bit by bit. He had collected enough information about her and knew how to gain her attention. Now, he got exactly what he had aimed for. His brush seduced her as did his touch.

The girl shivered under his torture.

The torture she enjoyed. He had left without a goodbye after doing his work. By the time she opened her eyes, everything felt like a dream to her. She had to sort him out and asked for his number but he had left her hanging feeling rejected and seduced. Such a frustrating combination.

Back to the present Arya felt the frustration from that day as her fingers dialed the number. Her heart pounded away in her chest in anticipation. Emilio was already in a bad mood as he tried to comfort Jasmine. He heard his business phone ringing. At first, he declined the call. When it rang again for the second time, it attracted Jasmine's attention.

"Brother, just pick the phone. I feel much better now. " she encouraged. Emilio picked the phone and waited for the other person to talk.

Arya: Hello, this is Arya calling. Am I speaking to Mr. Emillio?

Emilio: yes. This is he. How may I help you.?

Arya: ooh.. umm... I... I wanted to apologize for what happened the other day at the event. I am sorry for hauling insults at you.

Emilio: Ooh. So, you are that model who had no manners. I hope that was the first and last time I would work with you. Have a good...

Arya: wait. Wait. Don't hang up. Please. I..I... I wanted to meet up with you so that I can apologize properly and maybe get to know each other better. Can you give me a chance?

Emilio smiled slyly. The plan was going the right way. " I will give you a call after making a decision. Have a good day." He hung up the phone and looked at the girl who was now watching him curiosity evident in her gaze.

" That was the woman in the portrait you drew. The snake. I think the plan is going as we planned. Is that enough to make your sadness disappear? " he asked. He hated seeing Jasmine in pain. Their mother died early yet she was the best mother and teacher for them.

She taught them to appreciate girls and protect them. She laid a firm foundation for the men to follow. Each one of them knew how to treat their ladies. Jasmine was now part of the family. Protecting her was their responsibility.

" Brother, I feel guilty for dragging you into my mess. I am sorry. I am forcing you to be a monster that you are not. You are free to back out of the plan anytime you want. I am sorry for burdening you with my messy past." Jasmine felt extremely guilty for dragging her loving family into her mess.

" Princess, You keep forgetting that we are a family of ruthless businessmen. I don't care who I have to hurt if it will make you feel better. Who said am a good man? Only you are privileged to see the good side of me. Don't stress your pretty mind over such small things. I can handle it."

" If you can't handle such a small thing, then you aren't my son. " Edgar and Travis just got back from the office and found the two hurdled together. Looked like their princess needed comforting. The father and son duo walked towards Emilio and Jasmine.

Travis was the same age as jasmine and often behaved like a little kid with her. This would always work wonders when it comes to comforting Jasmine. He walked towards her, sat down on the soft carpeted floor, and placed his head on her lap. " Sis, I had a very hectic day at work. Can you give your favorite brother a message.?" He asked in a spoiled tone.

Jasmine let out a sweet melodious laugh. Of course, she would. She silently began to massage Travis's head while Edgar hugged her from one side. Emilio was on the other side. Their body warmth surrounded her and made her feel protected and loved. She finally had people she called a family. Those who protected and loved her unconditionally.

" Papa, thank you for having me. I love you all. I don't know how I would have survived without all of you. Thank you for accepting and cherishing me. Thank you for being my family. " Max walked into the beautiful scene of his family members in such a beautiful embrace. He had the baby in his hand.

" This is not fair. You guys forgot to include me. Come on, let me sit with my first princess. I have missed her. " As he moved towards them, his eyes fell on the painting that looked fresh. " By God princess, you are a virtuoso in the making. I dare say that no one could compare to your talent." He praised. He was not being biased. He was being honest about his thoughts.

Jasmine chuckled again. The sad feelings that had lingered after she finished the painting were long forgotten. " Big brother, there sure is someone who can give me a run for my money. The said someone is someone you know very well. You should probably start to get to know him better. He draws better than I can ever do. "

Jasmine knew her capability and acknowledged that there was someone better than her. That someone happened to be both her boss and best friend. Beau. Max was astonished by the revelation he just had. So the beauty could also draw and paint? Mmmh. Jasmine was right. He will create time to get to know the man better.

" Princess, If you say so, I will have to trust your opinion. I still think you are magnificent though. " Every member of the family was present as they sat around Jasmine's studio sharing the warmth that could only be found within a loving family.

The family of protective brothers and a doting sister. While Jasmine was enjoying such a rare love, Arya was busy fantasizing about meeting Emilio. His voice was especially sexy whenever he was being rude. Arya was not only a sadist but a masochistic person. Not many knew this part of her.

This could also explain why her feelings and clingy behavior towards Lorenzo lasted this long. She liked games and one of the games she enjoyed was being a submissive little girl to a dominant man. Emilio was proving to be what she had been looking for all her life.

Lorenzo was alright but he had never satisfied that hunger she had for a dominant partner. She realized that he was only ever dominant with the dead bitch. Arya scoffed. That was one of the things that sparked and fueled the fire she felt inside. It fed her hatred and helped it grow to an unbearable extent.

Emilio's hand wrapped around her neck came into her mind. ' Damn. I wish he could do that to me again. Ugg. God. Call me soon. I can't wait to seduce you and make you mine. ' Her gaze was stuck on the last number she dialed.

Little did she know, her greediness for the forbidden things would lead to a painful end. She was used to tormenting others without feeling any remorse. It was her turn to be tormented. If she had known what was in store for her, she would have avoided it. Karma has a way of catching the villains off guard.