Devil's Captive (Fallen Dynasty 1)

"Indeed," Hawthorne said. "You sure do have a sharp brain, Devlin. I understand now why your father appointed you to such a high position in the company."

I smiled, saying, "Much appreciated. I'll see you next week for the contract signing. Have a great evening, and good luck to your son."

He smiled and shook my hand, clueless to the plans that were already being hatched in my brain.

I sure as hell wasn't going to let this date happen. It didn't matter that Violet wasn't a family friend anymore. I knew Steven, and I knew he was nothing but a pussy-hungry prick who would only end up hurting her after taking advantage. Not on my fucking watch.

As I got into my car that was waiting outside the building, I dialed a number and barked instructions to the person on the other line.

"Blonde," I said as the driver pulled the car onto the road. "Big tits. Skimpy outfit. Tell her to ask for Steven Hawthorne. And make sure she looks slutty as can fucking be."

I grinned to myself, adding, "I want her to leave a lasting impression..."The last part of my plan was to make sure I was close by when the date happened. I needed to make it seem like a coincidence that I was there, and make sure Violet ended up in my arms when everything went up in flames.

I scheduled a date with Bex Jones, a pretty redhead I'd been seeing on-and-off for a few months. She was intelligent, sexy and fun. But something prevented me from pursuing a real relationship with her. And if I was being honest with myself, that something was a sexy little brunette who was so off-limits I knew in the back of my mind I'd never be able to have her. But I wasn't going to let our family feud stop me.

Bex showed up ten minutes late, exasperatedly apologizing and looking fucking delicious in a halter neck jade green silk dress that exposed her toned shoulders and ample tits. I gave her an appreciative look as she slid into the seat opposite of mine at the famous Italian restaurant Bellucci's. It was a place frequented by celebrities, but the only person I wanted to watch that night was Violet. And since Bellucci's was right opposite the cinema, I had the perfect watching spot to make sure the date went horribly wrong.

As Bex launched into an endless conversation, the waiter brought out our starters and I messed with my food, my eyes constantly on the window behind Bex. I checked my watch every so often, not really giving a shit when my date got upset about me getting distracted. She was just a pawn in my game. I wouldn't need her for much longer.

Twenty minutes after eight, the door of the cinema burst open, and a pretty brunette exited in tears.

"Come on," I ground out at Bex. "We're leaving."

She stared at me in shock, but a delighted expression took over when I grabbed her coat and helped her into it.

"Oh, I see," she purred. "Can't wait after dinner tonight, can you, Devlin?"

I smirked at her, putting my own coat on and throwing a couple hundred bills on the table to cover our food.

Let her think that. It was better than her realizing what my real plan was.

I ushered her out of the restaurant, crossing the road to the other side where the cinema was. Bex tottered after me in her sky-high heels, practically purring with excitement. She thought she was going to be riding my dick in the next thirty minutes. Such a little sex kitten. She always had been addicted to the taste of my cum.

"Taxi!" I called out, raising a hand as I stepped on the pavement.

A yellow cab pulled up, and a small figure appeared before me.

"Hey, I was here first!" she argued, raising her tear-stained but ever so pretty face to mine.

A moment later, the shock registered on her face and she whispered my name.

"Violet?" I asked, opening the door of the cab. "What are you doing here?"

Bex got into the car, ignoring my girl completely.

"I..." Violet started, glancing around herself while another tear slipped down her cheek.

Goddamn, she even looks good when she's crying. I want to be the one to put those tears in her eyes.

"I had a date," she managed to finish. "A date that went horribly wrong."

I slammed the door of the cab shut just as she burst into tears.

"Princess," I muttered, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Do you need a ride home?"

She shook her head and shrugged. "I just want... to forget about this. It was so fucking humiliating."

I glanced at the cab, as if weighing my options.

"I can take you for a sundae," I finally said, and Violet's eyes lit up as she looked up at me. "At that ice cream shop we used to go to when we were younger. You remember?"