The Taking Of Clara: Taken By The Boss(14)

By the end of the day he wanted to go home to eat some dinner and be inside his woman by the end of the night. He left early before anyone else. Anticipation filled him with every step he took. His cock thickened as he climbed behind the wheel. Part of him wished the need she caused relented while another relished the feelings Clara evoked. Time to go and get his woman because Clara was his.







Clara pushed the paperwork off his desk into neat piles. He didn’t want her working that day or any other day it appeared, but she needed to find stuff to keep her busy. Being a kept woman wasn’t as fun as most people made out. There were only so many books she could read to fill her time. Cooking held little appeal when she’d be the only one eating. She also missed him. She liked doing stuff with her time. If Tara lived close by then that would be a different thing altogether. Days spent with her friend would be a welcoming relief. Clara enjoyed work. She always had. Her mother loved working when she’d been alive. She guessed she got her need to work from her. Her father wouldn’t do anything other than cause problems. Many of the arguments she’d heard her parents have were about money and his lack of work. Her mother did everything to support them while her father didn’t even do any housework. If her mother hadn’t been pregnant, she’d never have stayed with her father.

Even though she hated her father for the problems he caused if it wasn’t for him then she wouldn’t have Matthew in her life. Thinking of her father made her smile. Without him she would have never answered that ad in the paper. Without her father she wouldn’t have been with Matthew. Her thoughts turned to the man in her life. She touched her neck where his mark lay. He’d sucked on her neck giving her a love bite. A giggle escaped her at his possessiveness. She’d spoken with Tara and gave her an entire run down of everything that happened. According to her friend, she was lucky and had gotten a good one. A man hung like a horse and who loved her. Clara didn’t believe Matthew loved her. She’d been a woman he wanted.

A piece of paper stuck out of the pile. Her name on the print got her attention. She pulled the sheet out of the pile of papers.

She wore one of Matthew’s shirts. Pushing the fabric down over her ass at the back, she sat down in the chair.

The words on the page didn’t make any sense. From the sounds of the wording Matthew had purchased her from her father as a means to paying off the debt. Her tummy turned over. The words grew worse.

If what the letter said was true then that meant Matthew owned her. He didn’t need her consent for anything. How could someone own another person? Wasn’t there a law about that sort of thing?

She shook her head as the words brought tears to her eyes. Matthew had asked her to trust him. How was this trust? She knew nothing about him.

“You didn’t have to clean my desk.” Clara jumped dropping the paper on the floor. Matthew stood on the other side of the desk. His arms folded. The thick muscles seeming huge after what she read.

“I wanted to do something. I’m not use to sitting around all day.”

“And you’ve found something in your snooping.”

“I wasn’t snooping,” she argued.

“Quiet.” He walked around the desk picking up the piece of paper.

“Is it true?” she asked.

“Is what true?”

“Did you buy me off my father? Was I some payment for some crazy debt?” Tears fell from her eyes. He pulled a lighter out of the drawer then went to stand at the hearth. Clara watched him set the piece of paper on fire.

When the piece of paper was nothing but ash in his fireplace he turned to her. “That’s what I think of that.”

“What do you think about me?”

“I saved you from your father,” he said.

“What?”

“Your father played an awful game of cards. I was there playing. He lost every game. There were men there with unspeakable reputations. When they asked him to throw his stake in he took a picture out of you and told the room you’d do anything to keep him safe.”

The tears fell from her eyes.

“That was the first night I ever cheated. I knew you worked in my building. I’d been trying to get you up to my floor. I wanted to do things right with you. There were men who wouldn’t have given you a choice.”

“Why did you do it?” she asked. Clara couldn’t dispute the information he’d given her on her father. She knew him as the type of bastard who would do anything.

“Don’t you know?”

To be Continued…