Twisted Boss (Dark Romance Series) (12 page)

It didn’t matter how much James took Amanda, he had an insatiable appetite for her and it was never enough.

He listened as she told him that she belonged to him now and he almost believed her. Nothing but having sole access to her would ever convince him, and James would go to any length
to insure that his property remained under his complete control.

James

       
James sat in front of the TV with bourbon in one hand and the remote in the other. He slowly rubbed his thumb over the spot that he had rubbed the color off of by habit.

He studied Amanda’s facial expressions, her humor, her temperament and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that Amanda was a natural in front of the camera.

James found this to be odd because Amanda unlike many women that he knew did not crave the spotlight. It was almost as if the limelight craved her.

He could see why John would not want to lose her presence on the show, it would cost him viewers and he knew it. Regardless of how much he detested John
; he respected the fact that John was a savvy business man.

Even those people who craved being in the limelight many times did not understand what went along with losing anonymity.

Having a glaring spotlight over your head 24/7 could be stressful for even the most seasoned of temperaments, but Amanda handled it like a pro.

James was not only educated, he was street smart and he knew that Amanda growing up overseas and being the only white kid in the neighborhood
; was working to Amanda’s favor. She had learned to walk with her head held high in even the most glaring of spotlights.

James knew how much Latin men loved American blonde women
, and that would put Amanda under the glare of a spotlight overseas, and it also would have made her a target for the Latin women who would naturally hate her for the fact that their men were captivated with her.

It couldn’t have been easy for Amanda growing up but she had taken the hard things and used them for her benefit by learning from them; that alone warranted James’s respect.

James knew that Amanda had learned how to not buckle under the scrutiny of being analyzed like a lab rat on a daily basis. Most people’s nerves would be shot, but not Amanda. The more that people tried to put Amanda on the spot
, the more she rose to the occasion. James believed that this was the reason that Amanda commanded a room the way that she did. It wasn’t that she was cocky; it was a necessary evil to survive. Amanda oozed self confidence and she would need it when dealing with James, because even though James would not beat her down, he would use any means necessary to accomplish that which he desired, and what he desired was Amanda.

Getting Amanda away from John was not going to be an easy feat. She was not only married to John, but her television career was connected to him also, but then again; her career with Images was attached to James. Little by little James was, and would, continue to sink his talons into his little prey.

The more impossibilities that arose to challenge James, the more obsessed he became with having Amanda in his care full time.

Jame
s was a predator and once he locked sites on the prey of his choice, he would relentlessly pursue it until he maintained the control that he not only craved, but needed.

He cringed as he watched the humorous banter that went on between Amanda and her husband. The thought of John touching Amanda made his blood boil.
He didn’t want to kill him, because he knew that would create a rift between him and Amanda. It was going to take a lot of thought and planning to achieve that which he wished accomplish. Failure was not an option when it came to Amanda.

James and Amanda

      I looked up to view James with his palms down on my desk, leaned over me and glaring.

“You look like a vulture eyeing prey, James.”

“You’re in trouble.”

“What else is new?” I didn’t even bother to look at him; it was just James being James.

“You lost a confidential document.”

“The fuck I did, this is just another of your ploys to gain control, James.

I grabbed my purse and sweater to head to my new home, the hotel.

“Where the fuck do you think that you are going, Amanda?”

“I’m going home
, James.”

“You don’t have a home,” James smirked.

“I’m going to the hotel, James.”

“Look James,” was all that I was able to get out of my mouth.

In two long strides he was standing next to me towering over my form.

“Sit!”

I remained seated, glaring up at him.

“Where are you going, Amanda?”

“I just told you where I was going, James.”

“That’s two,” James
coldly stated.

“
What do you want from me?” I hissed through gritted teeth.

“I want you to sit your ass in that chair until I inform you that it is time to go home, little girl.”

He bent down and spit hissed, “And I want you to call me, Sir!”

“Then can I go home?”

“You don’t have a home, but you will be sleeping at my condo tonight.”

As soon as I tried to speak, he gently placed his finger over my lips, and whispered, “Shh.”

James and Amanda

     My body did a dance in the ropes that entwined my spread eagle body. He had left enough give in my capture for just that reason.

“I want to go,” I whined. “Why do you toy with me?”

He sat on the edge of the bed still fully dressed in the suit of the day which today was a charcoal grey; it accompanied a black button up dress shirt, complete with gold and onyx cufflinks and the signature Italian leather shoes that looked absolutely divine on his feet. The man looked like he had just walked off of the cover of a GQ men’s magazine.

I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t play the field. Women literally tripped over their feet to get to the man.

The average woman couldn’t deal with James though, he was a bastard; a gorgeous addictive bastard, and Amanda gave as good as she got when it came to James. It was one of the things that intrigued him about her.

      
He reached down and twisted one of my tits and I groaned trying to move away from him.

“Why is your cunt wet if you are so dead set on going home?” Before I could answer he continued speaking.

“You don’t have a home and that is why I bought the a-joining penthouse. So I can keep an eye on your sneaky little ass. So you just tell that husband of yours that you will be moving out.”

“I’m not moving out of my house, James.”

He viciously grabbed my chin, “I can assure you that you will be moved out by this weekend, you know what Amanda, fuck it you don’t need to move, the place is already fully furnished. You aren’t going to be there anyway; it’s only for show. Amanda, I don’t know when you are going to get it, you stole from the wrong man when you stole from me.”

“This obsession that you have with me has nothing to do with that James.”

I watched as he undressed and then straddled me.

He bent down in my ear and whispered, “I told you that I was twisted and taking you from being the conniving, bratty little bitch that you are, to a wreathing, moaning, and begging slut, just does it for me every time. Now shut-up or I’m gagging your ass.”

I saw the mischievous gleam in his eye as he retrieved the already plugged in vibrator and pressed it into my clit.

“Who gets you wet, girl.”

I groaned raising my body up as far as the ropes would permit. I answered because I knew if I didn’t he would stop.

“You do, ahh, you do.”

As if reading my mind he replied, “You’re learning.”

“Please James you are going to make me cum.”

“No, I am not.”

He tossed the vibrator aside and loosed my legs, but kept my arms bound. He folded my legs back and slowly entered me as he tugged on two handfuls of hair at each side of my head.

His threats in my ear only intensified the connection that I felt to this man
; this man who was blackmailing me at will.

“Mine, mine, mine, girl you are mine and this hot little body of yours is mine to toy with however I see fit. You better stay away from any other men and that means that husband of yours too.”

“James, I can’t,” was all that I got out.

“I don’t want to hear it girl, shut-up
, while I fuck your brains out. Umm, that is so, so, good girl…”

James and Amanda

        James stood in the doorway just being James as I put on my make-up.

“You’re not wearing what you picked out today.”

I tried to ignore him, but as usual that was proving to be a challenge.

And since we are on the subject of what you can’t do
; I already sent Mike to the hotel and had your stuff moved into the ad-joining penthouse.”

I swung around to view James looking very satisfied that he had gotten a reaction so quickly.

“You can’t tell me where to live!”

“We’ll see about that,” he turned away after making that statement. I should have known that James had an ace up his sleeve.

I yelled after him, “You know what James? There is something wrong with you.”

Bastard!
                                 

Amanda

       I sat staring in disbelief at the man who looked like a bad version of ‘Doogie Howser,’ a name that I dub uptight professionals who need to remove the stick from their ass.

“Mrs. Hendricks, I’m here to inform you that you that until the confidential document that you have misplaced is found, that you are under your Boss’s supervision. You are not permitted to make any business decisions concerning Images without his ok.”

“Fine, I quit.”

“You’re not permitted to do that either
, Mrs. Hendricks.”

I looked up to view a James with a shit eating grin on his face as he stated, “I wish there was some way to have her placed on house arrest in my custody. You know that she is going through a divorce right now, she could be a flight risk.”

My mouth literally dropped open as I glared at James.

“I can have her put in jail if you like Mr. Madden.”

“No you can’t,” I screeched. “I’m not talking to you anymore without my lawyer.”

“Very well Mrs. Hendricks.”

At that point he directed everything to James.

I really didn’t care because I had heard more than enough.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that this was just James up to his tricks. No matter how I tried to convince myself that it was no big deal, I still couldn’t get the foreboding feeling of wondering how far that James would go to get and maintain the control that he so craved over me.

What was it with this guy that he had to control my every move? How far would he go? Even though I was in a loveless marriage
, I had no desire for any ill to come to my husband.

Whether I wanted to admit it or not, my blackmailer was gaining more and more control each day that went by.

Amanda

       I walked around the condo that James had purchased.

James had already fully stocked it with groceries and toiletries. He had also moved my items from the hotel. Well, he had already had Mike do it.

Who does this? I thought out loud.

“Who does what Amanda?”

“Stop it, James.”

“Stop what, Amanda?”

“That stalking thing that you do.”

“Never going to happen, girl. Who does what, Amanda?”

“Who buys an
apartment for his girlfriend and stocks it with everything that she needs.”

James stalked backing me into the wall. He raised my hands over my head and held them with one of his hands by my wrists. He was nuzzling in my hair and chewing up and don’t my neck, “You are not my girlfriend.”

“What am I, then?”