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Prologue
“No, please Savage, please. Just let me have another chance. I thought it was okay for me to do that. I want to please you! Please!”
The same woman I should have gotten out of my space at least three days ago squeals as I drag her dirty, used up body down my marble hallway. I don’t know why the hell I am thinking of going back to the match-making service. They’ve never been able to find me anyone that can suit my needs. I need to go out and find someone myself. I shake my head at my ridiculousness. I’ll never find a suitable trainee on my own. At least the match-making service goes through the trouble of weeding out the absolute worst ones.
I scoff at that thought as I look down at the petite redhead that’s now bleeding and crying for me to take her back. She had said she wanted to leave. So now she can get the fuck out.
“Get out of my doorway,” I order and she grabs hold of my leg.
“No, I won’t. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to do anything besides be here with you. Please!” She begs again. Her arms wrap around my ankle and the bile rises in my gut. I could snap her fucking neck right now and no one would know the difference. Does she know just how easy it would be for me to destroy her? Doesn't she know the type of fucking monster she’s playing with right now?
“I said get the fuck off!” I growl at her and kick her down the stairs.
Her body bounces with a sickening thud as she falls down the first three steps of the stairs and lands on the platform before hitting the next three steps that lead to the ground. I see her chest moving up and down, but she’s knocked out. I nod my head to the driver that I keep on call. This one could go back home and she’s not going to get a fucking penny from me. She was ready to call it quits after just three nights. This is the third one from the match-making site and so far none of them have panned out. I run my hand down my face, what’s the point of me finding someone that I can train if all they are going to do is give up? I’m trying desperately to not be exactly like I know I am on the inside, but these fucking weak trainees are making it hard. I could go to another country to find women no one knows are there to satisfy my needs, but I want one who submits to me completely. I want to break someone specifically for me. I want to watch as the spirit and fight dies from their soul, knowing I’m responsible for the very next breath they take. I want to be their everything and that’s not something I can find just on a whim.
I turn and walk back into my home. I hear the banging of the woman outside; she must have woken up from her slumber. She bangs on my door begging me to take her back into the house. Finally, I hear her say the words I dread.
“You owe me something. I’ve been here for days. You can’t just do this to someone without payment. You sick fuck! I could have the cops over here in a fucking instant! Play with me if you want!” She screams at me and I know there is no part of her that had been trained the right way. I could give her the money that she requested with a blink of my eyes, but I won't. She doesn’t deserve it and besides she didn’t fulfill her contractual obligations. She’ll get nothing from me.
I walk into my study and feel the plush oriental rug beneath my toes. I saunter over to the bar where I have a decanter of whiskey and pour myself a dirty glass. I toss it back quickly trying to push down the needs aching to be free in my gut. I want her to hurt. I want the pain. I need it. My cock is engorged with the need to come, but I know it won't happen without someone giving in—without their submission. I turn to the side and throw the glass against the wood-paneled walls. Why am I like this? Why can’t I just go out and find a normal woman to handle my needs? The frustration is all-consuming and I fist my hands against my legs as the lick of flames from the fireplace heats up my skin. I’m never going to be rid of this affliction, so what is the point of trying. I walk over to the desk and pull up my laptop to shoot an email to the director of the match-making company. So far they are the only people that have seen my needs and not balked. They do try. I can give them that, but I don’t know if they are going to keep giving me the benefit of the doubt when all the girls in my care go running out of my home.
I send a quick email letting them know that the woman had broken the contract and that I’m going to need to be put back on the lineup for the next testing cycle. Marian, the owner and test giver conveys her sorrow that I still haven’t found a woman to fulfill my needs. I know from a legal standpoint I’m protected. Not only do all the people that take the test know exactly what they are getting into, but they had all signed contracts beforehand. Not to mention the cameras I have all over the house in case anyone tries to bring me up on charges. They could all say no at any time. Unfortunately, they do.
I got another message letting me know that there is going to be a new testing cycle in the next three weeks. She asks if I'm okay with waiting that long.
I reply with a simple yes.
What choice do I have? There is no one around here that would be able to fulfill my needs. I’d just have to wait until they come to me ready to be trained and broken.
Chapter One
“Oh my God! I can't believe you actually got in!” Alexis squeals as she hands me an Evian water from the fridge.
“What do you mean? Of course, I got in. I’m the best at what I do. They would be absolutely out of their mind if they didn’t bring me in. I mean honestly, did you see the other people at that school? It’s like they are scraping the bottom of the barrel now. I don’t even know if I want to be there any longer.” I press the bottle to my lips and take a small sip. I need to make sure that I keep my figure tight. It’s not every day that you get accepted into the Century Ballet Academy. They only take a very few candidates and in this part of the country, the competition is fierce. I may be playing it up for Alexis, but honestly, I’m just as surprised as she is that they accepted me.
“Yeah, I did see, but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy you got in girl. Now, you can show them how it’s really done!” Alexis snaps her fingers in the air.
“Yes!” I give her a high five, but watch as her face falls when she looks at the back of my sheet.
“What? What is it?” I flip the paper over.
“Um, Genesys … I don’t mean to be a Debbie downer, but did you see how much it costs to go to the school? The tuition is right here.”
“What do you mean?” I scan the sheet and see that one semester's worth of tuition is upwards of twenty-five thousand dollars. I need at least eight semesters before I could even be considered by a bigger dance company. If I want to take my dream to places like New York or California, I need to get into the bigger dance companies. There’s no way I’m going to be able to come up with that type of money.
“Crap, does that mean I‘m going to have to get a loan or something?” I retort as I bite my lip and look over the rest of the financial obligations.
“Yeah, I think so. Wow, I never knew dance school was so fucking expensive. What about your parents? Can they help you with anything?" Alexis asks and for a second I see the pity playing around in her eyes. I don’t want anyone’s pity. I don’t need it. I’m motherfucking Genesys La Rue. I pity people, not the other way around.
“No, I doubt it. My parents are completely fucking useless jerks. I’m better off getting the money on my own. I think I’ll just go to the bank and see what they say.”
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“I’m sorry miss there's nothing that we can do for you right now. Maybe in a few months when you build up your credit some more we can think about giving you the loan. What about a co-signer? Have you reached out to your parents to see if they’ll help you with this matter?”
I can feel my neck and ears heating up with embarrassment. This is the third bank that I’ve been to today that has told me the same thing. They aren’t going to give me the funds I need to finish my registration at the school all because I don’t have adequate credit. I’ve never had to use my credit, so that means I don’t have enough to get a loan.
This is bullshit.
