Chapter 12
Drogen had just received his latest mission, he was supposed to collect the soul of a man called Logan Bree. Logan Bree was a man who had abused his wife and children for years, and now, he was going to be poisoned by the very women he tormented, but unfortunately, Drogen had bigger plans for him, he was sure to give him a soul wrecking torture before finally gracing him with death.
Drogen got dressed in his biker attire before putting on his ring which would make him invisible to humans, as he was about to step out, he heard a knock on the door.
He opened it to find Natasha standing there, dressed in a red dress, her hair tied in a bun with a few strands falling to her face, red lipstick painting her lips bright red...his adams Apple bobbed as he gulped hard, all he could think about at that moment was pulling her into his arms to kiss and ravage her lips.
"Hi" she smiled, that smile of hers was deadly...he abruptly pulled her into the room and pinned her against the wall, their faces only inches apart.
"You've come" he whispered "Did you dress like this to seduce me?" He teased with a grin
Natasha flushed, her instantly started heart pounding like a war drum. "I...I came to ask for a favor" she said
"And what could you possibly want from me little fox" he whispered in her ear as he trailed his hand down her neck line, making her shudder beneath his touch.
"I need you to accompany me to a team dinner as....as my boyfriend" she said, her heart beating widely in her chest as his gaze traveled down to her lips.
His eyes sparked with amusement "So, what do I gain in return for such a.... generous act?" He asked, his voice so deep that it sent butterflies roaming through her stomach.
"You get the privilege of dating me for one night" She said, biting her lips as she looked up at him, daring him to decline.
"Fuck, don't" he groaned, his voice husky with desire. If only he didn't have somewhere important to go...just that simple act of her's was enough to make him almost lose control.
"Don't what"
"It's nothing...One night you say? sounds pretty tempting, unfortunately, I've got somewhere to be, so you go first... I'll come join once I'm done" he said, pulling away as he brushed his fingers through his hair.
"You promise you'll come right?" she asked, her voice pleading. He was the only one who could scare that old hag away. Otherwise, she'll definitely get fired for loosing her temper and kicking that guy in the groin for being a pervert.
"I'll try to round up quickly and come," he assured her, still not looking back t her. His cock was already hard as hell, his control only hanging by a thread.
"You know where to find me right?" She asked, still wanting to make sure he could find her later when he came.
"Yes, I can sense you anywhere you are," he replied, walking inside.
She nodded and thanked him before leaving. As soon as he left, Drogen let out a sigh. If she had stayed a minute later, he definitely wouldn't have been able to hold back.
Since he formed the blood pact with her, he didn't understand himself anymore. He suddenly developed a strong attraction to her, he couldn't resist her...he yearned and craved for her.
In the snow dungeon, Drogen missed her like hell, when she summoned him the first time, he instantly knew she was in danger, in an act if desperation, he did something he'd never done before, he apologized to and begged Drake to let him go. Surprised to see Drogen admit he was wrong, Drake agreed but only after Drogen promised to be on his best behavior.
Drogen was sure this strong attraction he suddenly felt for her was due to the blood pact, maybe a side effect...just a few moments of being so close to her and his was already thinking of a hundred ways to make her cum, or what it felt like to have those red lips around his cock.
Drogen had to take a cold shower before his erection finally relented. He got dressed and headed down to his garage, hopped on his bike and zoomed off...he had a mission to complete.
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Natasha got to the team dinner quiet late, it was held in an expensive hotel's restaurants. She headed to the place where everyone were already seated.
"Is that Natasha?" Someone asked surprised, the person seemed to recognize her.
"Natasha, who's Natasha" another person asked, confused.
All eyes turned to her and some people gasped, she looked stunning, especially with how she dressed tonight.
Natasha had initially dressed this way to entice Drogen, hoping he might agree to accompany her if he happens to fall for her charms, and it actually worked, but she didn't think about how she could become the center of attraction if she attended dressed like this...but it was too late to turn back.
"Natasha, you came" the co worker who had invited her earlier called out to her, her name was Brittney.
"Well, my cat wasn't severely injured and is fine now" she said with an awkward smile...she could feel everyone's gaze on her...she shyly slid into the seat beside Gracie.
"Wow Nat, you actually came this time" Gracie wispered as she leaned in.
"Blame my cat" Natasha replied and they both chuckled quietly, they both knew Natasha didn't own a cat and had just made up an excuse to skip the teams dinner.
"How come I never noticed someone this beautiful working in our company?" one of the guys whispered to the person next to him.
"I've once seen her, I think she works with Team seven, Mrs Bronson's team" the other person whispered back
"Oh, no wonder, that's the team with the least reputation"
"Great, everyone's here" a man said as he walked into the room...all eyes turned to him.
"Yes sir, this is everyone who made it" someone replied. The man who just walked in was a tall handsome man, he wore a well tailored suit with a green tie and shoes to match. His aura exuded confidence and authority...yet, his smile seemed obviously hypocritical.
Natasha didn't recognize him because this was the first time she was seeing him in person.
"Who's that?" She whispered to Gracie.
"Don't tell me you don't know Mr Thompson" Gracie asked whispering back.
"Mr Thompson, our Boss?" She asked shocked and Gracie nodded
"I expected him to be an old hag with pot belly and bald hair, who knew he was this hot...no wonder people called him a womanizer, he definitely looks like one" she whispered back and Gracie chuckled.
"I see a new face, can you introduce yourself?" Mr Thompson said, gesturing to Natasha.
"Hello sir, Natasha...team seven" she said, bowing her head slightly out of respect, but she remained seated .
"You mean a beauty like you works in team seven...I need to give you a promotion right away" His eyes gleamed with predatory interest.
"Well, he looks hot but once he opens his mouth to talk, it's garbage" Natasha wispered to Gracie and Gracie couldn't hold in a laugh and ended up laughing out loud making all eyes turn to her.
"Sorry, I just sneezed," Gracie blurted awkwardly, covering her mouth.
"Why don't you come sit here Natasha." Mr Thompson said as he gestured to the seat beside him
"I'm reserving the seat over here for my boyfriend, I invited him and he should be here any moment" Natasha said, referring to the empty seat beside her.
"You don't have to worry about that, no one will take that seat" Mr Thompson replied grinning.
Natasha knew what he was up to, but she had to play along if she wanted him to actually fulfill her request, so she reluctantly agreed and moved to the seat he offered, her face twisting in a disgusted smile. The moment she sat down, his hand brushed against her back, she cringed at the feeling but forced a polite smile, even his cologne smelled gross.
Some people who knew she had become the next target of Mr Thompson wore a mocking grin on their faces. The men in the group where clearly enjoying the show.
"She's definitely getting banged tonight" a guy wispered to the person next to him and they both laughed. Gracie heard them and gave them death glares that instantly shut them up.
"So Natasha, what do you think about a promotion?" Mr Thompson asked, pouring wine into two glasses from the already opened wine bottle on the table.
"Actually sir, I'd like a favor instead" she said, hee voice hesitant. But she summoned courage, her fist clenching as she continued
"I have a friend who wants to apply for a role in an upcoming movie project, I hope you would consider casting him" she said, putting on her fakest and most convincing smile, she knew what she was signing up for but had decided to trust Drogen, a part of her was sure Drogen won't let this pervert do anything to her.
"Consider it done....Here, let's make a toast to that" Mr Thompson said as he raised his glass while stretching the other one to her which was filled to the brim, it was obvious he had filled hers on purpose.
"Sorry but I don't drink" she declined politely, Natasha got drunk easily, all it took was one glass and she was already down.
"Are you declining my toast?" Mr Thompson asked, suddenly frowning.
"Not that...I..." she almost replied in a rude way but held it in. If this man wasn't careful, she'll definitely end up getting fired for beating her boss to a pulp.
"Then drink up" he said and clicked glasses with her's before gulping down his drink.
"Drink yours" he ordered, Natasha collected the drink from him and held tightly to the glass anxiously, she started wondering why Drogen wasn't her yet, if she drank this glass of wine, she was sure this man would take advantage of her drunken state to molest her, and no one her would dare go against him if they still wanted to keep their job.
She almost summoned Drogen but held back knowing he was going to suddenly appear and scare everyone, which will be even more problematic to handle.
"Drink, drink, drink..." Everyone cheered her on, especially the men among them...damn, these people were like agents of the devil, one would think they planned it together with Mr Thompson.
Natasha had no choice but to drink , but before she did, she looked over at Gracie, using her eyes to communicate, Gracie nodded as she understood what Natasha meant. Besties code.
Natasha gulped the glass of wine in one go, and almost instantly, her face flushed bright pink.
"I've drank it.... happy?" she asked as she slammed the glass on the table and instantly slumped on the table. It seems Mr Thompson and specifically chosen the one with highly intoxicating properties.
"Guys, why don't we go another round, cheers to everyone for a successful career" Mr Thompson said gesturing to everyone. They all raised glasses and choruses
"Cheers" Everyone drank their wine in one gulp, except Natasha who's head was now resting on the table.
"Natasha, what's wrong" Mr Thompson asked, faking worry.
"Sir, she's drunk, I will take her home" Gracie said as she stood up to lift Natasha.
"We just got here, sit back and enjoy dinner... Natasha said her boyfriend was coming...he can take her home" Mr Thompson said and Gracie didn't dare argue. This pervert was still her superior.
An evil grin plastered on his face as he sat down, his hands sliding down her back as he pulled her closer
"Natasha, are you drunk already? The fun's just starting" he said, his predatory gaze traveling down her neck line, he gulped hard from anticipation.
Everyone saw he was clearly molesting her but no one dared to go against him, their job was on the line. Gracie clenched her fist, this man had molested a lot of women in the past, she had seen many women fall victim to his charms, only to end up getting raped and waking up in a hotel room the next day... her friend was about to fall victim and all she could do was watch...no way she was letting this happen.
He usually lured his targets into drinking until they got drunk before implementing his plan, and even through all this, no one dared to report him nor confront him.
A lot of women had stopped attending the team's dinner meeting because of him.
Natasha pushed his hands away "Fuck you, don't touch my ass you pervert" she cursed.
She was drunk and it made her bolder....right now she didn't care about the consequences.
Her words made everyone around her burst out laughing but they quickly shut up on seeing Mr Thompson's death glares.
"Who are you calling pervert you bitch, you seem to have forgotten your place here" he remarked, pissed as he yanked her into his arms.
"Let me go" she said, pushing him away, her drunken state made her too weak to resist.
"Dinner is dismissed, everyone should go back, I need to teach Natasha here not to oppose her Superior" Mr Thompson said grinning widely as he pulled Natasha up to follow him.
"And where do you think you are taking my girlfriend?" Drogen's cold voice echoed as he stepped into the room, his gaze deadly.
Mr Thompson froze in his spot as he recognized the man standing before him.