Chapter 1
Veronica
Dear diary, I can't stop thinking about him. He's so hot. I wonder how his hands will feel around my throat…encircling my waist as his lips press to my neck. But more than all this…what I really want is to get spanked as he whispers depraved and filthy things in my ear. I-
“Miss Veronica?”
That should be Margaret, our housekeeper. I check the pink clock hung above my bed and realize that it's 5:45 pm.
Dinner time.
I keep my diary amongst the other books in my bookcase. I don't want anyone reading it but my parents don't go through my stuff anyways so l.
“Yes?”.
“Miss. Veronica, dinner is ready.” As I presumed.
“Okay, I'll be right there”.
I slip into my night wear and go downstairs.
Mom and Dad are already at the table when I get there. Dad is already digging into his lasagna, but Mom is checking something on her phone or pretending to (She likes everyone to be present before she starts eating).
“Good evening Daddy”
“Good Evening Mommy”
Evening Princess, how was your day?”
“It was great”. I'm currently in my second year of Uni studying English literature, but I'm home for the summer so my day consists of lounging around and not doing much.
Mom pins me with a stare, I already know what she's going to say..”Ver dear..you need to get out of the house more..maybe hang out with some friends?”
I let out a sigh..”I don't have any friends here Mom, you know that..but I'm fine I-
Someone knocks on the door. I didn't think we were expecting anyone.
Daddy pries away from his chicken to answer the door by himself. “Oh he's here”.
Who is he exactly?
I sense him before his face comes into view. There's only one man that has my body alert like this…one that I feel this visceral reaction to.
Alexander Vaugh. CFO of Redwood Industries. The object of my fantasies and my Dad's best friend.
The only man I've ever kissed.
But no one knows that….no one can.
Daddy ushers him to the Table and his eyes meet mine.
What the hell is he doing here? I haven't seen him in over a year. Fuck, he looks so hot..
I divert my gaze and quickly focus on my chicken. Mom greets him and nudges me with her arm to do the same.
I drop my fork on the plate as it makes a clanging sound.
“Hi Vaughn”. He smirks.
“Hi Ver bear”. I bristle.. he knows how much I hate that nickname and that is exactly why he's using it.
Bastard.
Dad asks for the juice on my side of the table..but as I reach for it I'm too distracted and the worse thing happens. It slips from my hand and pours all over the person across from me.
Alexander Fucking Vaughn.
Shit.
He stands up abruptly and I rush to scramble up an apology.
Mom looks mortified.
“I'm so sorry..shit..I..
“It's fine…direct me to your bathroom?”
Wait..does he want me to follow him? He can't possibly….I must be taking too long because dad proceeds to answer for me.
“Veronica please shoe Mr. Vaughn to the guest bathroom”. Oh
“Yeah..please follow me Mr. Vaughn”.
I look up to Vaughn but he's already staring at me..amusement dancing in his eyes.
The bastard's enjoying me suffering. Of course he is. He's deranged like that.
As we go upstairs…I make sure to be ahead of him. I show him to the guest bathroom and go to my room to put myself together. I'm acting crazy.
I hear the water running, he's probably trying to wash it a bit. The orange juice is definitely going to leave a stain on his blue shirt and it's my fault.
Sigh.
As I sit on my bed I see my diary sticking out from my shelf and I move to arrange it but there's quite a number of books on my shelf and it falls instead.
I need to organise my shelf better. I crouch to pick it up but come face to face or rather face to pants with Alexander.
What is he doing in my room?
I pick up my diary, standing up and holding it behind my back.
And I realized something. Alexander freaking Vaughn is shirtless.
Shirtless. In my room.
He's toned abs and golden skin exposed for my eyes to feast on. Fuck..he's so hot.
“Wha-a t..are yo..u..you.. doing here..e ?”. I stutter. I tighten my hold on my pink leather bound diary behind my back.
He smiles..his pink lips wet with water? Fuck if I know.
“Hello to you too princess”. Princess. The nickname I actually like.
I clear my throat trying to organise my thoughts while this hunk of a man stands in front of me.
I gesture wildly to his body..”Why aren't you..wearing..a…uhmm..a shirt?”.
He eases closer to me and I take in a breath. Or maybe I don't. I can't breathe or think clearly with him in front of me. As he backs me into the wall I try to look anywhere but his chest but he grips my chin forcing me to look at him.
Every part of my body is burning. I feel him everywhere and he's barely touching me.
“What are you hiding princess?”
“I..I'm not..I..
His gaze lowers to my lips and he licks his. Fuck.
I don't know when he does but he reaches behind me and takes my diary from behind my back.
Laughing as I scramble to reach for it. He holds it above his head and he's so much taller than me.
“Give it back Alexander”.
“Is there something inside you don't want me to see?”
I roll my eyes..”It's my diary!. It's no one's business but my own”.
Alexander is still laughing at me. He lays my diary on the table as he starts to flip through it while combating my effort to take it while I'm at his back. Stupid broad shoulders.
Soon he stops laughing.
Something more raw and primal clouds his eyes. He just read it.
He turns to face me now, of his own accord..his eyes trailing over every inch of my body.
Hunger.
He looks hungry. For me.
“So you want to get spanked huh?”
Fuck.