The Master

by Cherry Shephard

Someone once told me that it doesn’t matter what your name is, where you’re from, or what you’ve done.
What matters is right here, right now.
This moment, this place, this story.
This is my story. His story. Our story.

He is the boss, the lover… The Master.

EXCERPT:

Rage bubbles in my stomach, rising like a dam, threatening to burst its banks. I could kill him right now, put an end to this bullshit façade and avenge my father. But, through my rage, I know it’s a plan that would be doomed to fail before I even began. There are guards everywhere, I’d never escape without being caught. I’d join him in death before I even had the chance to rejoice in my success. No, better to let it simmer, wait a little while. Enjoy the deception. Then, when he least suspects it, I’ll make my move.

He raises his eyebrows, and it occurs to me that he’s still waiting for my name. Taking a deep breath, I put my fake resume down on his desk and take a step back, clasping my hands in front of me.
He stares at me for a long moment, then finally picks up the piece of paper and skims through it. I’m not worried, I know my alias is air tight.
“So, Alice, is it?” he asks, putting the paper down and looking up at me. Uncurling himself from the chair, he stands and walks toward me, and I’ve lost my tongue again. I was right when I said he was tall, at least six foot four. Tattoos peek out from beneath the sleeves of his black t-shirt, and his short dark hair is styled into fashionable tips that cover one eye. He stops in front of me and looks me up and down. Snapping out of my lust filled haze, I straighten my shoulders and stand at my full height, which is a dismal five foot four. Way to be intimidating, Prue.

He smirks as he stretches his finger out and wraps it around a strand of my long platinum wig and tugs gently. To my horror, a small moan escapes my lips as that same finger traces a lone pattern down my chest and across the sensitive skin of my bare cleavage and down to my nipple, running a circle around the tight bud through my shirt. My throat constricts and it’s suddenly hard for me to breathe. It’s as though the walls are closing in on me, and I’m trapped in a lust-filled haze. "So responsive," he murmurs, and it's enough to snap me out of whatever trance I'm in. Taking a step back, I close my arms across my chest and glare at him as he chuckles and moves back to the desk.
"You're bold, Alice, but I like that. You were looking for bar work?"
"Yes," I unfold my arms and take a confident step forward, pausing when he holds up his hand.
"I have a better idea in mind," he gives me a slow smile, his eyes glowing with an emotion I can't place, but his next statement makes my blood run cold.

"You're going to be my mistress."


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About the author

Cherry is an Australian author with an unhealthy obsession for Jason Momoa and Jared Leto.

Her tastes are more than a little eclectic, and you can often find her reading (or writing) a variety of fiction styles, from romance, to whodunit? and even thriller and young adult.

Cherry believes that her unique flair for writing several genres makes her an author for all audiences.