Faith POV
I was panting hard as he was hovering over my body on the bed, his breath fanning my neck arousing some unknown desire within my body. He moves his rough big hand slowly inside my dress caressing my thighs, goosebumps were all over my body.
I wasn't able to see his face in the dark but even in the dark, his green eyes were like a dark rainforest making me lost in its density.
"Mmm...so soft" he whispered in a husky tone; his hand dangerously moving close to my private part down below while he was now planting sloppy wet kisses on my neck nibbling, biting it, and slowly moving down towards my collarbones.
"ahh...pl-please" I don't even know what I was begging for as he was feverishly kissing my body. He removed the straps of my dress and pulling it down. Trailing his mouth down to my hard erected nipples, he bit it as if he was hungry for days to taste it.
"ahh...wh-what are you doing" I stammered. He slowly raised his head from the valley of my breasts, looking at me with those lustful eyes. But there was another kind of emotion as well which I was unable to understand and it wasn't a kind of emotion which will give you butterflies but rather will give you an eternity of fear.
"Who are you?" I asked him desperately wanting to know the person. At the same time, my body was under some kind of spell, I wasn't able to move.
"shhh baby girl just relax, let me do whatever I want. This body is mine"
I was confused now. Who is this man and how dare he say my body is his. I was about to reply when his hand suddenly went inside my panty and he started rubbing his thumb over my clit while he tried to move his middle-finger inside my pussy.
"Fuck so tight. Tell me baby, has anyone ever touched you like this?" his voice was now toneless and cold.
My eyes widened at his statement. How can someone say such a thing blatantly. I was busy staring at his eyes when all of a sudden he inserted his middle finger inside my pussy. It was so painful and uncomfortable.
"I asked you something, TELL ME HAS ANYONE TOUCHED YOU BEFORE ME" he asked harshly while pumping his finger inside-out vigorously.
"N-no, no one has t-touched me" I whimpered and my body started shaking as something was building down inside my body.
"Good girl" he praises me while going back to kissing my left breast and inserting another finger inside my vagina.
My back arched and my eyes rolled back, I was making noises which I have never imagine that I can make. I clenched hard his fingers around my vagina and was about to release when he abruptly slowed down his movement of fingers.
"Not so easily baby girl. Not until you beg me to make you cum" he whispered near my ears in a dark seductive tone.
"I-I...please" tears drops flowed down from the corner of my eyes.
"Please what?" he kissed my tears away. I was ashamed of saying what I want and was about to beg him to make me release when I heard someone else's voice. It was distant and unclear.
"wake up"
"wake up now or else I'm going to..." I was unable to completely hear what the voice was saying when I felt something wet and cold poured down my face.
"wh-what the heck" I jerked up suddenly wiping my face down with my hands.
Looking around to find the culprit, I saw Keith was laughing like a maniac while clutching his stomach.
"l-look at your face" he said while trying to control his laughter. I threw the pillow directing at his face but missed it by an inch or two.
"Why did you wake me so early in the morning K" I groaned pulling the blanket off my body.
"what early babe, it's 8:30 now. And did you forget what day is today?" I looked at him in confusion.
"Oh god Eve today is our interview"
It took me five seconds to realize what day is today. How can I be so careless. It's been a week since the test had been conducted for the workshop and fortunately, Keith and I both were selected along with Dylan, Ryan, Amara. Even the queen bee Lauren was selected I don't know how. There were few other people also and today is the interview where they will be finalizing ten candidates for the workshop.
"Damn how can I forget that, now I need to hurry up"
I quickly moved to my closet to choose the outfit for the interview. For some unknown reason, I was nervous which usually doesn't happen to me for any kind of interview. Keith went to his room to get ready after warning me to be ready by 9:15. Del Rossi Enterprises was almost about 20-25 minutes away from our home.
I rummaged through my closet to find the perfect outfit but impossible for me to decide on my own. Usually, Ruth helped me with these kinds of things but she was staying with Nina for a day or two to do gods know what.
After debating with my brain what to wear, I finally chose a black pencil skirt which just falls below my knees with a white blouse. It was the best professional outfit I can choose without looking overdressed or underdressed.
While showering, my mind went to the dream I had this morning. Never in my life, I had such kind of dream but in the last 7 days, these kind of dreams were getting more frequent. Every time I wasn't able to see the face of the man which frustrates me even more. Maybe it was because I was a virgin and the body has its own need that is why I'm having such dreams.
Shaking my head, I took shower and did the rest of my morning routine. After wearing my outfit with 3-inch black pumps, I did my make up normally and applied my vanilla flavored pink lipstick. My hair was in a tight ponytail as I like it that way.
Keith had already made our breakfast which contains cereals and smoothies. We ate our breakfast silently but I noticed Keith was being extra quiet right now which was not normal.
"what happened K, since when you are nervous about the interview and all" I tried to joke to lighten up his mood but he was in deep thinking.
"Keith?" I called him again.
"hmm??"
"I asked you something" now I was getting suspicious. Something was definitely up with him.
"Nothing, just your dad called a few minutes ago" there was a deep frown on his face. Usually, dad always meets me every three months and when he needs to tell me something, he always sends the message through Keith to avoid any kind of call tracing which can lead to the discovery of my existence to dad's enemies.
"what did he say?"
"Some other mafia men are in L.A right now for some business. He told me to be careful and to be always with you. There is some disturbance going on in the underground." I can sense the tension in his voice as he is probably worried about my safety.
"relax K, I will be careful and probably there is nothing much to worry about. They are here for business and doesn't know about my existence"
"Alright just be careful wherever you go"
"come on let's go now or else we will be late"
"sure sure" he murmured, still in deep thoughts.
After 20 minutes of the drive, we finally reached the Del Rossi Enterprises building, and let me tell you it was astonishing. I can't even imagine how many floors are there in this tall building.
We entered the front door and immediately I felt self-conscious, everyone single person was so well dressed like they were some models for some GQ magazine.
I clutched the file in my hands harder as I look down at myself. Keith noticed my nervousness.
"relax Eve, you look beautiful. No need to get so worked up. You will do great in the interview" he held my hand to calm down my nervousness.
I gave him a tight smile as we approached the front desk.
"Hello, how may I help you?" the lady on the front desk asked professionally.
"Hello, I am Faith Martinez. Me and my friend Keith have an interview scheduled at 10:30" I gave her a nervous smile.
She looked down at her computer to check something. "Yes, you may take the elevator at the left straight from here then press the floor 39th. "
"Thank you" I mumbled taking Keith's hand and almost dragging him towards the elevator.
"Calm down babe, we are before time" he chuckled shaking his head.
We reached the 39th floor and it was the epitome of perfection. Every single thing was either black or white without a hint of dust. As we enter further, everyone was already present and seated on the couch.
"Hey Dylan, Amara, Ryan" I smiled at them and Keith did their weird handshake.
We all were chatting in a low voice while Amara was in the next level of excitement as she told me about how much she wanted to be noticed by Mr. Rossi. She was almost drooling over him. Then there was Lauren who was wearing the shortest possible skirt and the tight-fitted blouse while glaring in my direction. Damn, she and her glares.
Sighing, I thought about Mr. Rossi. He was a very mysterious man but was very much popular among the female population. I googled him a few days back and what I saw made my eyes pop out. Mr. Rossi had been seen with different women every single week. According to the L.A Times, he never sees a woman for more than a week and then moves on to the next. How can someone be so casual about such things and even after such a reputation women are ready to fall down for him every single time.
Later a tall woman, looking like a Victoria secret model approached us with a paper in her hands.
"Dylan Maxwell, Mr. Rossi will like to see you now for the interview." She disappeared just after she spoke with Dylan tagging along behind her for the interview.
One by one everyone was called for the interview. I was still waiting and it was almost 1:30 pm. Everyone went home after the interview, even Keith is not here as he had to do some work for the father. I was still waiting, now getting more nervous than ever as only three people were left for the interview including me. Right now, Lauren was in his office for about 35 minutes for the interview and it was the longest till now. I wonder what she was doing inside that is taking so much time. Five more minutes later she came out smiling like a Cheshire cat and giving me a smug look as if she had won something god knows what.
Now after 25 minutes more it was finally my turn.
"Faith Evangeline Martinez" the same woman called my name with such a distaste as if it was some kind of poison. I don't know why people are so rude these days without any reason.
My palms were getting all sweaty as I twisted the doorknob to enter the office. I walked with hesitant steps inside the office while I looked around to take the interior of the room. It was so elegant with all the furniture in black color while all the walls and floor were in white color. There was one big glass wall from where almost the entire L.A can be seen as far as possible.
Mr. Rossi's back was facing me as he was looking outside the glass wall. Did he not know I was here? I was standing Infront of the desk now waiting nervously for him to turn around.
Should I say something or just stand here like an idiot?
You are an idiot.
At this very moment, my inner conscious decides to make an entry. Even my brain mocks me sometimes.
Clearing my throat I finally decide to speak.
"M-morning sir, I'm Faith Martinez" I strutted. And now he is going to reject me without taking my interview because who needs a person who cannot even speak without stuttering.
The moment he turned around, I was completely lost. He was approx ten feet away from me but I can clearly see every single detail about him from this close distance. His body was looking godly in a black Armani suit which was hugging him perfectly. My eyes were roaming around his body and I realized I was checking him out. Mentally shaking my head, I looked up at his face, his eyes were already looking up and down on my entire body as if capturing every single detail.
"Good afternoon Miss. Martinez, take a seat" with a cold tone without any emotion he gestured me towards the seat.
I blushed slightly as I realized that I wished him morning instead of noon. How much more fool can I make of myself.
I sat down, nervously fidgeting my fingers. I was looking down at the desk in front of me, trying to avoid his intense stare.
"So Miss Martinez tell me something about yourself" his voice was deep and authoritative, giving me a shiver down the spine
"My name is Faith Evangeline Martinez. I'm 20 years old and currently pursuing Business Management from University of L.A..." I was continuing to say more but he interrupted in the middle.
"Miss. Martinez tell me something which is not there in your resume, like tell me something personal about yourself" I was confused as to why he was asking me to tell something personal since it was not professional, maybe he wants to know about what kind of person he will be selecting.
"I-I don't know what personal things I should tell. There is nothing else which is not there in my resume" slapping my head mentally, I scold myself at my dumbness.
He got up from his chair, opening the buttons of his jacket as he slowly walked around the table. I was watching him intently, confused by his actions of what he was doing. Suddenly he was in front of me standing as he swiftly turned my chair facing him.
My heart was beating erratically as I looked up. He was too close for my liking as he was looking at me like a predator. He moved down putting both of his hands on the armrest of my chair.
"Tell me are you dating someone" he asked in a low husky voice.
"wh-what this has to do w-with the interview" I tried to be calm but his presence was making me uncomfortable.
"Answer me what I am asking. I will not repeat this again" he was getting angry now I can feel that by the look on his face.
"No sir" I whispered slowly looking down at my hands which looks more interesting than anything in this moment.
"Did you have sex with anyone?" he whispered near my ears, almost touching it with his lips.
Something was definitely wrong with this interview or this man. It's not like he will be interested in some like me who simple and small, unlike women around him who looks like a model. But still, I need to attend this workshop to get more credits at the university.
"N-no sir" muttering without looking at him, I leaned back to create more space between us.
I guess he saw what I was trying to do which for some reason made him even angrier than he was before. He stood up to his full height and walked towards his chair without saying a word.
At this point, my mind was going through a thousand thoughts per second.
Not knowing what to do, I looked at him hesitantly. If possible, his eyes were even darker than before, scrutinizing me as if he can see everything underneath the dress. I shuddered even thinking about it.
"Now Miss. Martinez I have seen your reports and it seems you have performed extremely well in your academics" he said while looking at my file as if he just didn't ask those distressing questions a few moments back. Shrugging it I replied to him with pride for my achievements.
"Yes sir, I have"
"good. I will be expecting the same level of dedication to our performance." I felt like there was some other meaning behind this statement but I didn't understand what.
"I will sir" I gave him slight smile. After a few more moments of question about academic details, and how we have to be available for him whenever he asks for our presence the interview was over.
"Alright, Miss. Martinez, that's all for the interview. The result will be mailed to you within three days" he said as he got up at the same time as I did.
"Thank you, sir. It was nice meeting you. Have a good day" I curtly wished him and turned around to exit. As I was opening the door, I heard him mutter something underneath his breath in Italian.
"certo che passerò una bella giornata quando ti scoperò su questa scrivania. (sure, I will have a nice day when I will be fucking you on this desk)"
The moment I heard those words gave me a shuddersome feeling. Ignoring what I heard, I hastily exited the office with the feeling of someone's gaze on me.