XAVIER'S POV
Lisa didn't come home last night. I had expected her to the mansion last night.
But, she didn't.
So, I ended up calling my driver, who had driven her. And he told me everything.
That her mother had collapsed and that they had brought her to the hospital.
He also informed me that he paid all her debts and money for the ongoing treatment.
I didn't care about the money. I had more than enough to last a lifetime.
I'm Xavier Jackson after all, the only surviving heir of the multibillion-dollar Jackson's family. Money was the last thing I cared about.
I was from a long line of generational wealth. I had no job. No work. All the money I had was earned by the hardwork of my ancestors and forefathers.
My ancestors were high end investors. High-end investors are people who invest their money into high risk-high return ventures and projects.
It wasn't just about making money, it was about making a lot of money.
They invested in the most risky projects and businesses. My forefathers invested their money in the stock market. But not just that, they were also businessmen.
They were the richest businessmen and entrepreneurs of their time. And so there was enough money for their children and their children's children.
And since being an investor in a company, means having shares in it. The number of companies I owned, were uncountable.
So basically, money was never my problem.
All I cared about. All I wanted was power.
Power.
I was a power hungry man. A control freak. And nothing felt better than when you have total control over someone. When they do exactly what you want them to do. Like a puppet or a toy.
It gave me a thrill and rush. A high and ecstasy.
To be able to control the fate and the life of another human being. To be the master and the lord of their universe.
That was why I was into BDSM. That's the reason I could only the pleasured that way.
The control and power. The authority and ownership. It was like a drug. A drug that made me feel so good.
But, it was never just s*ex or fcking for me. It was never that simple. The reason why, I liked BDSM and the S&M stuff. Was because, it was the perfect avenue for me to explore and test my limits.
It was the perfect place for me to get the best pleasure. In the past, I had tried and done a lot of things. Things that no normal person would ever even dream about.
But, that's the thing.
I'm not a normal person. I'm not a normal man. I'm different.
And Lisa was about to find out how different I am.
She was about to experience my world. My lifestyle. My pleasure.
And, she was about to discover, why women were obsessed with me.
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I looked out of my bedroom window. My eyes scanned the driveway of the mansion, looking for the car.
I was waiting.
Waiting for her to come back to the mansion.
I don't know why I was so eager. It was like, a part of me wanted to see her.
No. Scratch that. It was more than a part of me.
I wanted to see her. Or at least, look at her.
What was taking them so long? Why hadn't my driver brought her back yet?
It was 12pm. It was afternoon already. I had spent all morning waiting.
I had called numerous times. The driver had said there was a little delay at the hospital. That Lisa needed to sign some paperwork and documents.
And now, the driver had sent a message, that he was on the way back with her and there was a little traffic on the road.
Fck traffic!
I had been by the window. All morning. Staring at the gate.
Just, like an obsessed lunatic.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts, that I didn't hear the door open and someone walk into my room.
"Mr Jackson." Henry called my name.
"What is it?" I replied, not bothering to spare him a glance. My eyes were still fixed on the window.
"Are you waiting for someone? Expecting a guest today? You've been staring at the window since I walked in." Henry asked.
I didn't reply. I didn't have to.
"Oh my. Don't tell you're waiting for the girl. …For the maid…. Lisa? Don't tell me, you are eagerly waiting for her because of the deal you made yesterday." Henry said again.
I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you want from me Henry? Why are you here?" I asked him.
"I want you to stop this madness, Mr Jackson. I want you to leave the maid alone. Cancel the deal. I can call one of the ladies, if you want to play or do some kinky stuff. But, leave the maid alone. Don't get her involved. You'll only hurt her." Henry answered.
I finally turned away from the window.
Henry's words had gotten my attention.
"What did you say, Henry?" I asked him.
"You heard me. She has a sick mother and has suffered enough in this life. Don't drag her into your sick and twisted fantasies." He said.
Henry's words were beginning to piss me off.
"What's your problem, Henry? Why are you so concerned about this?" I snapped.
"Mr Jackson." Henry began to speak.
"I've served your family for 60 years of my life. I was here before you were born and I was also your father's personal servant and right hand man, just like I am to you now." He stated.
"When you lost your parents at the age of 10 and no one was by your side. I took care of you and I was by your side. I taught you everything and raised you as my own. I did everything for you." Henry spoke.
"Yes, Henry. You have done everything for me. And that is the only reason I tolerate your presence. That is the only reason I put up with you. Tell me what are you trying to say? What is the point of this conversation? What are you trying to tell me?" I asked.
"I'm trying to tell you that, you're not the same boy I raised anymore. The boy, that I raised, was a good man. He had a heart and soul. He cared about others and was kind to everyone. But, that boy died. You grew up, fueled with hate and bitterness and quest for your control. That you developed this dark and twisted fantasy. And it has consumed you and bring ladies into this. And use them and throw them away. You break their hearts." Henry answered.
I could hear the pain and anger in his voice as he spoke and then I finally understood.
I understood why he was against me being with Lisa. I understood why he kept on telling me not to do it.
I knew why he wanted me to leave Lisa alone. Why he didn't want me to talk to her or have anything to do with Lisa…..
It was because of his daughter...Amelia.
Lisa reminded him of his own daughter Amelia.
Amelia was Henry's only daughter. His only child. She worked as a maid here to. She was beautiful, smart and very hardworking.
And she had fallen in love with me.
It wasn't like I made her fall in love with me or anything. I didn't even like her. She was the one that threw herself at me. She was the one that begged me to have s*ex with her. She was the one that offered her body and soul to me.
She was the one that made the moves on me. And the only reason, I accepted was because, she kept on annoying and begging me.
So, one night, I gave in.
I gave her what she wanted.
It was the worst decision I had ever made in my life.
Because, she became obsessed with me.
She became obsessed with wanting to be mine. She began to believe, we had something special.
And then, when I refused to make things official. She went insane.
She started following me and stalking me. She would send me letters every day. And when I didn't respond.
She took her life.
It was the saddest thing that had ever happened. It was a tragedy.
I knew deep down Henry blamed me for her death. But it wasn't my fault.
I was the victim.
If anyone, the blame was on Amelia.
She was the one that killed herself not me. She was the one that made the stupid and rash decision to end her life.
And since then, Henry had been keeping an eye on me. Watching and waiting for the moment I would bring another woman into this.
That's why he paid women to sleep with me for a day. He only let them be with me for a day. He never allowed me to be with the same woman twice.
And that was also the reason, he had been against my relationship with Lisa.
Henry was trying to stop me from doing the same thing, I did with Amelia.
He was here to try and save Lisa. I had to tell him once and for all. That, it wasn't like that.
"Henry." I said his name.
"Is this about Amelia? Are you still not over it?" I asked.
"Not over it? How can I be over it? She was my daughter. The only child I had. And I lost her." He yelled at me. For the first time in the years that he had served me, he yelled at me.
I had never seen Henry angry at me before. Even the day his daughter died. Even during her burial. He didn't yell. He didn't even cry.
He just sat there, blank faced. It was like his heart and soul had died with his daughter.
But today, it was different.
Henry was angry.
"I understand your pain, Henry. I really do. But you need to understand, that was not my fault. You should stop blaming me. I didn't kill Amelia. I didn't even like her. She was the one who liked me. And I told her, I didn't feel the same way. But she wouldn't listen. And the night she died. I wasn't even home." I said.
"I know that." Henry sighed.
"Then why are you holding a grudge against me. If you know, I wasn't even the one that caused her death. If you know, it was her fault. Then, why are you blaming me?" I asked.
"Mr Jackson." Henry shook his head. "It was never about blaming you. It was about stopping you from making the same mistake. From getting involved with another innocent lady. Just like Amelia, Lisa is innocent. And she doesn't deserve this." He replied.
"This? What is this? I have no plans on hurting her. It's just for a night. And it's just know if she's the reason I'm having performance issues. Why don't you leave my sex life to me? And stay out of it." I answered.
"Xavier. Stop being selfish. Lisa has a lot going on in her life. Can't you see. She has a sick mother to take care of. Her father left her. And she has no one. So, can't you just please, for once, stop thinking about yourself and think about someone else?" Henry shouted at me.
"I am not being selfish. I am only asking for one night. That's all. One night with Lisa. I made a deal with her. I paid her mother's hospital bill, provided the best care and treatment. And now, all I want is for her to fulfil her end of the bargain." I yelled back.
"I won't let you do this, Xavier. I won't let you be with her. I won't let your darkness affect her. I won't let you destroy her like you did to my Amelia." Henry threatened.
I scoffed.
Was he being serious right now? Was he threatening me? Me? His master? His boss?
Who the fck did he think he was?
"Excuse me. Did you just threaten me, Henry? Did you just say, you would try to stop me from sleeping with the girl I want? Who the fck are you, Henry? You have been nothing but a servant to me and my family for 60 years. Who gave you the right to order me around?" I asked him.
My jaw tightened and I pointed at him.
"Don't you dare forget your place, Henry. I could fire you. And then you would be gone. With nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm your boss and you obey me, not the other way round. Do you understand?" I shouted.
Henry stared at me. I could see the anger in his eyes. The frustration. The rage.
But, I didn't care.
All I cared about was having my way.
"I will give you a choice, Henry. You can either shut up and stay out of this. Or, you can get out of my house. It's completely up to you. Do you understand?" I asked him.
Henry didn't reply. He just stood there with his eyes still on me. He looked at me, with such anger. Like he hated me.
I didn't care though.
"I said, Do you understand me, Henry?" I asked again.
"Yes. I understand you. Loud and clear, Mr Jackson." He answered.
"Good. Good. Now go. Get the hell out of my room." I ordered.
He nodded again and turned towards the door.
Before he could leave the room, I spoke.
"Oh, and Henry. Never call me Xavier, ever again. I am your boss and you should always address me as Mr Jackson. Also, when Lisa gets back, tell her to come and see me." I said.
"As you wish, Mr Jackson." Henry replied and bowed his head.
"You're dismissed." I waved him off.
And just like that, Henry left. He walked out of the room.
F*ck.
Henry had pissed me off.
He had some nerve, to threaten me. To try and stop me from seeing Lisa.
It was all his fault.
If only he hadn't raised his daughter wrong, then she wouldn't have become so obsessed with me.
He should have taught her not to chase after men. Not to give her body away. He should have taught her not to get attached.
He should have taught her, that no matter how much you love a man, no matter how much you crave and desire him.
Men, like me, are incapable of loving. We are not capable of having relationships or feeling emotions.
We are cold. We are detached. We are ruthless. We don't know how to feel.
The only thing we feel is our hunger.
Our hunger to control. Our hunger for pleasure. Our hunger to dominate.
Men, like me, only care about getting what they want. We don't care about the cost or price. We just take and take, until we are satisfied. That's what I do.
It's my nature. It's my lifestyle. It's my reality. And there was no changing that.
Henry should have taught his daughter that. He should have told her to run.
But, he didn't.
So, it was all his fault. Not mine.
I did not know love. I could never give love. All I knew was to take. And take and take.
There was no room in my heart for love. No room for a relationship.
And even if there was, the person I would ever give those things to.
It would not be Lisa. Not to the maid.
I just wanted to use her. I just wanted her body. Her warmth. And that's it.
She was not special to me. She didn't mean anything to me. Nothing.
I didn't love her. I never will
I just needed to fulfill my desires so I could get my performance back. So I could start fcking other women.
I needed her.
So, when she comes back. She was going to do what I say. And she was going to come and see me.
And if Henry, tried to stop me again. I was going to teach him a lesson.
I was not playing around anymore.
He better watch it.