The Domination Game

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Work was a fucking nightmare.

There were waitresses running around and bartenders filling drinks NON-STOP tonight. I don’t know what caused the surge of people, but I was almost done my shift and my feet were done in for.

I didn’t get a chance to speak to Kendra, let alone get a damn break.

“Hunter, do you mind coming to my office when your finished?” I peered over the bar to see Sam standing on the other side with a cold blank expression, and his usual arm candy was no where to be found.

It was hard to hear him over the loud music and people, but I managed to make my voice heard. “Sure Sam.”

“It’s important, don’t forget.” He coldly said before he turned away.

For some reason something didn’t sit right. Sam’s expression, and his demeanor was so different tonight. I didn’t think much of it, I thought maybe he had a lot of his shoulders considering how busy it was, but then again, I could be wrong.

“You said you needed me, Sam?” Sam wore his typical blue suit and white buttoned-down shirt. His blonde hair was surprisingly looking better then before, it had a slight ruffle with the sides trimmed.

“Oh yes, please, close the door and come have a seat.” He waved to the seat in front of his desk.

To be honest, I didn’t want to sit on any piece of furniture in this office. He was with someone new every night, and god knows what happened in here after hours.

“I’m ok, I actually have to catch the bus with Kendra.”

“I won’t be long, come.” He pointed to the chair once again along with a stern look in his face.

“Ok,” I raised my eyebrows and planted myself on the tufted fabric chair.

“I’ll try to make this quick.” Sam stood up and walked over to the bar in the corner of the office, “You’ve been working here a while.” He began pouring drinks in two crystal glasses and held one in front of me, “Here.”

“No, I’m ok thanks.” I held my hand up politely, but he refused to move.

“Take it, its top shelf.”

What the hell is wrong with Sam tonight? Since when did he want to share his top shelf liquor with the staff?

“Ok,” I took the glass from his hand, but I didn’t intend on drinking it.

“I just want to know,” He sat back down as he sipped the drink, “why you did it?” His eyes glared at me, analyzing my every move.

I cleared my throat, “What are you talking about?”

Sam pursed his lips to the glass as he narrowed his eyes in my direction.

I felt my self begin to tremble, why was I so damn nervous?

Oh right, I stole from right under his nose.

“You know Hunter, you can’t lie to me.” Sam leaned forward over his desk, clasping his hands together. “I always know if I’m being lied to.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I tried to calm my rapid heartbeat, but sometimes, I could be the worst liar. “I’m not lying about anything.”

I nervously took sip of the drink, it was vodka, a typical ‘Sam’ drink. It was smooth as it slid down my throat, warming my stomach, but it didn’t relieve much of the pressure I was beginning to feel.

“I’ve never lied you.” I took another small sip, keeping my lips on the glass to cover my guilty face.

Suddenly, he slammed his hand hard into the desk causing me to jump slightly from my seat.

“Don’t lie to me Hunter!” He deviously smiled, “I have you on camera.” He tossed a piece of metal across the desk. “Go on, check it out.”

I slowly pick up the piece with my trembling hand, analyzing what I was looking at.

“Looks like only a lock to a safe, but if you see on the back, there is a micro camera embedded in the numbers.”

“This doesn’t mean anything to me.” I briefly looked at it and placed it gently back onto his desk.

Should I confess? Should I stand my ground? Should I pull the Marcus card now?

“Don’t lie to me, and you don’t need to mention you are fucking Alpha Marcus, it won’t help your situation.”

“What situation? I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sam took another large sip from his drink. “How’s your brother doing? I hear he’s back and clean as ever.”

Did he really just go there? Did he really just threaten my brother?

I followed suit to ease the pressure, I kept my lips on the glass as I contemplated what I should say next. I was trying to calm my mind, and I was trying to keep cool, but I knew the jig was up and I was caught.

“What do you know about my brother? I never told you about him.” I kept my eyes furrowed; I was going to stay strong; I was going to deny everything.

“I got my sources; I like to keep tabs on my employees.” Sam stood up from his chair and walked around his desk. I was tempted to stand up, but I didn’t want to look guilty. I was going to play dumb until this blew over. Sam would be a dead man if he tried anything, he knew I was with Marcus.

“Well, like I said before,” He stood behind me now, this was so uncomfortable. I turned my head to look at him he was looking down at me, with darkened eyes. His once blue orbs, turned to black and I couldn’t be more scared.

“I better go.” I tried to stand up, but he kept my hand on my shoulder.

“What would Marcus say if I told him you stole from the very establishment that took you in? The very establishment that hired you; saved you from the streets; the only one to hire you when no one else would. How do you think he will react?”

“I didn’t do shit.” I gritted through my teeth.

“If you insist, my little Hunter. If you insist. Or maybe your wrong? Or Maybe, just maybe, Marcus, the man that wouldn’t hesitant to kill any human that would cross him, will think other wise? Maybe he will find out that you are actually fighting in the competition this week?”

“How the fuck do you know that?” I tried to stand up with all my strength, but I was met with his forceful hand slamming me right back down to my seat.

“What’s your game Sam? What do you want? You think ten grand means anything to Marcus or yourself?”

“Trying to change the subject, are we?” He squeezed my shoulder sending goosebumps down my spine.

“Marcus won’t care about any of it.”

Sam laughed cynically as he placed another hand on my shoulder. “You don’t know Marcus like I do you little human, you have no idea what it is to be a werewolf. To steal, to lie, to sneak behind someone’s back…. Is the ultimate betrayal.”

I never cast doubt on Marcus, but honestly, I was thinking about it for a moment. Sam knew everything, he knew more then Marcus did about my life. After everything that has happened between us, would Marcus think differently if he knew I stole and lied?

There’s no way.

He loved me; love is unconditional, but for some reason, I was having flashbacks of my previous life; getting caught stealing by my foster parents, and being abandoned because of my behavior.

It was a familiar feeling of doubt that someone would call me crazy for thinking, but I couldn’t help it.

Sam was only trying to scare me, to intimidate me, and I wasn’t going to give in.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, I flinched to the side, but there was not much room to move. “I just have one favor Hunter, just one, and I’ll keep your little… Well, let’s say, BIG secret, among all the other ones... if you do me one FAVOUR.”

“What’s that?” I muttered under my breath.

“Do you know why I hired you?”

I remained silent.

“Because of you Hunter. Who YOU are. You a strong woman, a type of woman that I lack in my life. You know how boring and complainant it becomes fucking these submissive bitches crawling all over me in this club? You know how much I urge to find a feisty woman like yourself? My loins tighten when I catch a glimpse of you EVERY SINGLE DAY. You have no fucking idea…” His mouth was so close to my ear, “how much,” his tongue grazed my ear and I flinched to the side, “I WANT YOU.”

I had enough of this conversation, I stood up faster then a crack of a whip, which caught Sam off guard.

“Fuck you Sam, NEVER!” I stepped towards the door and suddenly, I was met by my savior. “Kendra!”

“Oh, am I interrupting?” She looked at Sam and I with a raised eyebrows. The tension in the air was so thick that she obviously took notice.

“We were just catching up; Hunter may be a while.” Sam’s eyes were still blackened, and his veins were running up his neck; I’ve never seen him so pissed.

“NO, I’m leaving, and thanks for everything, but I QUIT. Thanks for EVERYTHING Sam.” I snapped back.

He stood silently, maliciously smiling. It was creepy as fuck.

“What are you talking –” I cut Kendra off.

“Let’s go,” I pulled her by the hand and we left Sam alone in his office.

He knew about my fight and a lot of other things, but thankfully, I knew Sam’s secret. The asshole wanted to black mail me and I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.

After Saturday, I was going to tell Marcus everything.

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