Maya's POV

I walk with great pride to the stage, amidst the cheers of a few and murmurs of the rest, the jealous winks of girls. None of these negative reactions get to affect me because what has happened to me is much more than I can ever think of.

He takes my hand and faces the audience, looking straight into my eyes, he begins his speech.

"What do you have that qualifies you to be my girlfriend?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me right?" His tone gets more firm. I stare at him with a confused face, a blank mind which can't think of the next thing to do as defense here. "Will you reply to me and stop acting like a fool?"

"What?"

A heavy slap swipes across my cheeks as I attempt to ask what he meant. The girls who had been winking at me with jealousy now push themselves to the front where they boo harder, so I can hear them saying. The rest feel sorry for me, a good number but not as much as those who are glad I've been disgraced.

"Can you look at yourself in the mirror everyday? I think you don't have one in your house?"

"Why did you say so?" I protest, tears fighting high in his eyelids, his eyes are now crowdy and bloodshot. Anger shoots tight across his face.

"You wretched daughter of bankrupt parents dare to force your way into my life? I have always noticed you and how you wished to make me yours right from the estate we stay, so sad that you have been foolish up to the extent of believing I would accept you as my girl. What of all the fine girls here?" He points through the crowd at the sexy girls standing in front, they giggle in excitement, then Kennedy's heated up face returns its focus on me, I flinch my face to avoid his furious glare.

"I'm sorry!" I mutter in a very low tone, folding my arms and glancing at the floor with sorrows. Why is it that no man cares to look my way? All those stories of a billionaire falling for an ordinary, but beautiful girl, why can't they happen to me?

"Hmmm," I sigh, obviously frustrated and downcasted, the hormones which had skyrocketed to bliss, descended drastically.

"I declare you unfit to even breathe the air that I breathe, talk less of even stepping a foot closer to me. Henceforth, I don't wanna see you anywhere near me both in school here and at the estate!” He barked, sending me deadly stares.

“Guess what will happen if you disobey?" He leans and hisses. "You know what can happen, nothing to doubt."

A heavy burden picks up on top of my head as Kennedy's instinct has rejected me. It is quite evident and has been occurring in several cases. When you crush on someone like in the physical sense and you both are soulmates, then he rejects you while you don't, he releases that part of his negative energy which bothered him on you and you are now left to go with the problems of two persons, yourself and him.

"I don't have time for fucking idiots like you, perhaps you can go find a guy who is in your class." He puts on his tinted sunglasses, walks down to the crowd, picking a girl from among the audience down, one of my mockers. Without even looking at me, he walks off, making the mockery even louder and worse, some of them start to throw empty bottles on me, the rest scream hard, booing me off the podium.

"What were you thinking before, when he called up?"

"Do you think a girl like you would ever fit in Kennedy's eyes!"

"Come, don't be naive. You're just perfect for some dumbass, not a prince like Kennedy. He is a prince even though he is not royalty. Come on, just look at him!"

I hear all the other comments from the girls, I feel hot tears burning in my eyes and running down my cheeks, I shouldn't have done this to myself, now laughter erupts and some scream 'coward.' I can't handle it anymore, I run off the stage, outside, as fast as possible. The soothing air of the afternoon calms my nerves, with the setting rays of the sun. Its golden nature is the best for such moments like this.

If not for anything, I take consolation that one day the sun will shine. I don't know how or when or through what means, I got to believe it. This single dose of optimism soon paves way for depression, the ordeal was so terrible, something I can't easily forget.

I don't know for how long I've been wandering till I reach the gym, the most popular gym we have in town. Would love to visit it today, so I pushed the door open. Some workout would serve as a remedy to this, I would come out strong, so I actually opt in for this.

My eyes scan through the entire gym, on ordinary days, it's always filled with people even into the night. How come I don't see anyone? A voice deep within me asks me to look to the left.

Aarrghh!

I gasp, placing my hand on my mouth in an attempt not to be heard. I turn around slowly, attempting to run but all of a sudden, his deep brash voice thunders, shaking all the energy remaining off me.

"Freeze!! If you move, I shoot your legs." He starts to walk towards me, my eyes close in fright, even the aura that follows him is deadly.

It's Caden Jackson of the Jackson's family too. Caden is his real name, aside this, it depicts who he is, a tall, muscular but charmingly handsome young man in his late twenties. A dreaded mafia who eliminates anyone who crosses his paths, has his deadly gang and partakes in undercover operations. We, living at the Jackson's estate know fully well about him, even most people outside. He's deemed one of the most dangerous mafia in the world. Most refer to him as the Last Man, others Evil genius and others Charming Death. All these names aren't just fond names, but they fit into him based on what he does.

There is no one who wouldn't set eyes on Caden and not shiver. From where he stood, I began to hear the voice of guys supposed to be conspiring. Panic shoots through my vein, before I could make my next blink of eye, he jacks me off my foot, grabbing me tight.

"Fuck, delicious meal. You wouldn't enter my trap and escape the way you came." He opens the door of his car packed outside and pushes me in, as if I was some non-living trash, in the process I hit my head on the window. This doesn't concern him either. Before I knew it, he was zooming off at a terrible speed. All these happened within a few seconds, before I could get a full clue of what's happening.

Here I know, I'm in great trouble. Would I come out of this trap alive? Hot tears burn down my cheeks like tar, as I remain inside here like a cow being led to the slaughter.

Caden's POV

A fucking hot girl like her dared to interrupt my meeting with my gang! Then she held pleading eyes, asking what she thought would happen to her. It's been quite a while since I savaged a girl like that. Because of my terrorist attitude, many girls avoid my route like the den of a viper itself. Even when I seem to be nice a bit on the TV and radio, so people would be a little free with me, it doesn't work out. I was determined never to back down, whatsoever. Whoever wants to dare should, I would continue doing what I love to.

This hasn't been my plan, her ass and bouncing boobs couldn't make me continue with my meeting. Nonetheless, my assistant would continue from where I stopped. I've got to punish her terribly for daring to disobey my order. I had placed a ban on movement towards the gym area because of a recent murder event, basing it on more investigations to be carried out, the actual truth which is hidden from everyone.

I gunned down the man in question! I got no time for fucking fools.

He walked towards me in an attempt to greet me. What do I need his greeting for? I had warned anyone not to disturb me with a greeting once I'm doing something in public but he chose to defy this just as this naughty girl at the back of my car. I chose to gun him down, who cares for such a life, I don't care for fucking lives of some persons, if you cross my path, you sign your death warrant. Period! No one would arrest me in my domain , though, I'm the President. The seeming investigation is just to fool people, not because I fear.

I drive through the gate of my huge mansion right inside the Jackson's massive family estate, straight up to the garage. By now, she's crying, knowing what would become of her. I move over to the back seat, open the door and pull her out onto the ground.

"No need for those tears, wipe them because I'm not moved by tears of blood, talk less of those you are shedding. You know what I mean, huh?" I bark out loud, catching cold shivers down her spine. She manages to shake her head. "Good, that means I don't care if you bleed or groan in pain from what I do to you, even spilled blood can't drive my pity, talk less of tears. Get that into your fucking memory!" Her eyes widened in an alarming manner, jaws dropped but no one could come out. I would say she has goosebumps. Not a new thing, everyone knows this about me! I haven't changed.

"What's your name!" I growl. I've got no time to speak gently with anyone.

"Maya Clinton," her voice is slow and melodious, still this doesn't move me.

"You know your offense, girl?" She shakes her head.

"Would you speak and stop nodding your head?" I kick her ferociously on the neck, causing her to roll over in pain, her groans resound in my ear making me more pissed.

"I have no energy left in me to speak!"

"Call me, Sir!" I bark. Almost all the time, I desire to be called sir. I notice that each time I'm called this, my cock pulls down with turgidity, I feel a new surge of energy through me. The name is just a booster, a great one.

"Why would you choose to disobey my order but come to seduce me, are you ill in your senses?" She goes into deep thoughts, recounting how she might have defied my order, then she realizes it, I see her take her hand to hit her forehead in regret.

"I ordered a curfew within this region, I announced on newspapers, TV and the radio, even on the internet that I'm making investigations into the recent mysterious death, I would be here personally with my men to get the necessary facts. I now see you as no other but a law breaker and a spy."

"No, please sir. I'm none of that, I had forgotten about this entirely."

"Will you shut up, don't speak except I ask you too. Is that how you were raised to answer your superior. Offense number three added, Insolence.

"What!"

She regrets this word immediately after sending it out, the terrible slap that hits her on the face gets her falling to the ground the second time.

"I keep warning you, I'll deal with you if you continue going against my laws! You think I'm your mate. No time to waste, your punishment, issued by me, is a sixty days sentence to my Sex Jail where you will have sex more than you can take just to survive or you choose to serve me willingly–" My voice lowers as I stare into her face.

She screams, falling to the floor and rolling hard, with tears in her eyes. The sex jail is the worst place anybody can stay in, not even for many billion dollars in a day. It is invested by the world's most hardened criminals who have been locked up for so long and it is decided to grant them some freedom. Since they have been deprived of sex for so long, they act like angry lions once a girl is thrown into their den. Each room consists of a hundred and thirty men, but only fifteen girls and right now, all those girls that were thrown in are decaying corpses, they couldn't survive it. There is no girl who can survive such conditions, if Maya is supposed to go in now, she would be alone making it worse for her. This is managed by me.

Being that she knows the condition of this special prison, she is killing herself with tears knowing what would become of her even in a second of her landing there. It's not like I want to be so wicked to her. From her tears, she is innocent. I labeled her as a spy and insolent girl just to get what I want. In an effort not to sound any simple, I pass through this style to communicate my feelings.

"Stand up!" I order in a cold tone. She manages to do so, I assist her in getting up and she must be really shocked to experience this. Her tears stop and I pull her into a tight embrace. I'm certain, it's not what she expected.

"If you don't want to go to jail, I have an alternative for you."

Slowly, her gloomy expression changes, she is ready to do whatever I'm gonna ask her to do. I grin. This is where I was driving to, I'm here, left to shoot the question and get her response. I look straight into her eyes.

"I want you to do something for me." Once again, my voice is lowered in utmost gentleness seeing she's such a tender girl.

Maya's POV

I would gladly do whatever Caden asks me to do, I know who he is, he doesn't joke, when he says a word, he means every word in his life and would bet to give away all his billions if he doesn't do what he says. Now he is leading me off from where we were, my heart is clouded by suspense as to where he is taking me and what he will want me to do.

I take in heavy breaths, trying out not to make him notice it though as his hand is draped over me, giving me a sense of calm and warmth. I'm surprised that all of a sudden, he decided to change and give me a warm and friendly treatment. He even apologized for the way he kicked me and promised to make up for it. I wonder how he will make up for it.

We pass through a flowery path in his residential estate, their scent hits my nose and I'm sniffing it all I can. This environment will really suit a student like me, I can read and adapt well in a residence like this, it isn't the type where you would be distracted.

I temporarily suspend the thought, this isn't what I came for. I earnestly want to know what Caden has in his mind, to know my fate. If it's something beyond my power, then I'm done for.

We take the round space to the path that leads to an outdoor sitting space, a round table covered with a white sheet, then the chairs are decorated as well with ribbons tied to the side. He then pulls the seat and gestures to me to sit on it. I wonder if this is one of the make-ups he was talking about.

At first I insisted in case this was a test, I should be the one pulling a chair for him to sit and not him doing that to me. Then I remember that disobedience is a great offense before him, so I choose to comply.

"Thanks sir." I mutter in a submissive tone, my throat almost drained of my voice. If not that he is close by, he wouldn't hear what I'm saying.

"Please call me Caden." I look at him in shock, what does he think he is saying? I haven't dared that to any high-ranking family member by calling them by their names, talk less of starting this with him. No, it's dangerous.

Like he knows what I'm thinking inside me, he shoots me a warning glare which soon disappears. A grin takes replacement. I look down, nor wanting to see his face, I don't know what to say but I can't accept it.

"Would you?" He lowers his voice and speaks to me, I keep mute. My response might trigger anger in him. He reaches out and takes my mind, I would want to ask why he is so kind all of a sudden but my guts wouldn't let me do that. If at all I have to do this, I would address him as sir which isn't what he asked me to call him, another trap.

After long persuasion, I finally agreed to calling him Caden but deep inside me, I would speak to him in a neutral but respectful manner so as not to call him sir. Then he calls the waiter to bring in some delicacies and drinks, I smile inside me, from rejection to dining with the President. By walking away from the mocking crowd, I have gained myself free food.

"We are good to go!" He declares, then heaves. I nod. Now we are finished with our meal and I have shown appreciation, there is nothing left but to hear what he has to say and accept it. Just wishing it wouldn't be something that would cost me a whole lot because from the way I'm seeing, he doesn't accept no as an answer, his motive, all his life is programmed to get a yes. Worst is that here, I have a second option which is getting into the sex jail, something I'd never accept.

"This is a secret I want to tell you, if anyone speaks this, I'll kill you straight away." I shiver at the fierce manner he declared this, does he have a changing personality or is just threatening me?

I take in a gulp of saliva, holding myself from emotions, fear, as he approaches my seat, standing up from where he sat. Before this I have a special experiment for you, still part of the deal.

"I got to test you before the actual thing, come with me." He turns and walks off me, I rise and follow him into the house. We get into the elevator and it ascends, stopping at the floor he intended it to.

We walk right through the corridor, then he opens a door and gestures to me to get inside the room, I scan it through and it's a bedroom, a massive one with a king sized bed, covered in red velvet linen, embroidered with gold around the edges. I step backward in fear while he is still at the door.

"You wanna go for the second option, get inside." He waves with his hand, the pressure pushes me in. After entering, he gets in and locks the door. "I want to see how good you are in bed, don't think you would guess what I'm going to ask of you as the second option because it's not what you think."

"Hmmm," I sigh.

“You really wanna do this? I don't wanna force you, you make the choice yourself.” His meek voice gets me thinking otherwise, a new thought comes to mind.

“If I do this with you, will Kennedy know?” I summon courage to ask, looking at him with boldness. He narrows his eyes as he glares at me.

“What do you mean? Why did you ask?”

“Because he publicly rejected and humiliated me when I confessed my love for him.” My voice cracks and eyes emit tears as I remember the great shame he gave me.

Caden turns around to me, draping his hand over my neck. His seductive cologne sweeps over my nose. I shut my eyes slightly as he comforts me.

Who could have thought a dreaded mafia like Caden would be so gentle and sensitive to me?

“If it's so, he will surely know. He hates me so much, so being with me will hurt him really bad.” He claims. “I'll help you get revenge against him.

I moan in ecstasy.

"Now get your clothes down!" He growls with lust. In a minute, my clothes are down, he follows suit. My eyes pop out wide, seeing my man naked. Oh my God, this is forbidden!

"Get on the bed!"

This time around, he doesn't wait for me to carry out his instructions, he carries me in his arms and drops me on the bed. I bounce heavily on the soft bed, groaning in joy.

"You haven't let me in yet and you are groaning, what will happen when I finish with you? Mind you, I'm deadly serious here, if you don't meet my taste, I'll have no choice but to throw you into the sex jail."

Are you ready?"