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Adult +
Chapters:
36
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9,419
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Chapter 17
Title: Running Blind
Author: Midnighteyes
Pairing: Vin/Orlando. Orlando/?
Rating: R for strong language
Disclaimer: The characters that are in this story are fictional.. I'm not making any profite off this story. For entertainment only.
Summary: My life was never my own, for you see I was bought and paid for. I never had any choice in what he did to me, I was his slave.
A/N: The story is mine, but the charters aren't. Please do not copy !!!
Chapter 17
A loud crash woke Vin from the erotic dream he was having. He felt a soft breeze ghost over his neck. Turning his head slightly, he saw Orlando’s head on his shoulder. Vin tried to shift but soon realized he couldn’t move. His hand following the soft, tan skin, quickly realizing that Orlando’s body was draped over his. Vin sighed, knowing he could stay like this forever with his angel covering him.
Another loud crash and a couple of shouts drew him out of his thoughts. Vin frowned as his head swung toward the open window. “Damn,” he muttered. He forgot to close the fucking window.
Another shout came from below and Vin’s face shifted, settling into a hard mask. With a curse upon his lips, he shifted and slid off the bed, trying not to wake Orlando. Walking across the floor nude, Vin bent down and grabbed his pants that lay discarded on the floor. Jerking them on, he stalked to the main doors. Throwing it open and stepping out into the hallway, he spotted a girl polishing an oak side table several yards away. He waited until he was almost upon her to speak.
“Girl!” Vin snarled.
Liz jerked, causing the very rare Ming dynasty vase situated on the table to wobble.
Vin eyes turned dark as midnight. “That vase cost more than your life and your children’s lives and your great grandchildren’s so get the fuck away from it.”
Liz stepped away immediately, her face paling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Diesel.”
Vin ignored the girl’s apology. “What the hell is with all the noise downstairs?”
Liz stuttered, “They are here to set up for Orlando’s party, Sir.”
“Fuck, I forgot they were coming this morning,” Vin muttered to himself.
Liz wisely kept quiet. She wanted to be anywhere but here but knew is she walked away she would get fired and the money was too good to lose. So she contented herself with shifting nervously, waiting for Vin dismissed her.
Vin muttered to himself for several seconds then as Liz shifted, he snapped out of his trance. “Go get Ian. Tell him to get up here now!”
With that, Vin turned and headed back to the master bedroom. Upon entering the palatial room, Vin looked at the bed upon which his angel was sprawled. The suns rays basked Orlando’s bare skin, turning it a golden hue. He could hear shouts come from below and glancing back he saw Orlando stir. The slapping of Vin’s feet on the marble floor echoed through the silent room as he walked toward the open window. Vin stared down, watching people mill around as they set up tables and chairs. He gently closed the window, a frown crossing his face. He hated strangers in his home but unfortunately none of the people who worked for him knew how to throw a simple party.
Sighing, Vin shifted, his eyes staring back out the window. Today his angel turned sixteen. The boy was growing up so fast. He had plans for Orlando and a future together but he needed to take care of several things before he could have that.
Vin heard the soft knock on the door. Padding over to the heavy oak door, Vin jerked it open.
“It took you long enough,” he growled softly.
“I came as soon as I was told.” Ian’s soft voice drifted into the room.
Vin jerked his head back, indicating to Ian that they should step into the hall.
“What can I do for you, Sir?”
Vin’s eyes narrowed. “Why in the hell are they already setting up the party? It’s not supposed to start until five.”
“I can’t say, Sir. All I know is that they showed up at the gates at ten this morning, wanting to start setting up. Everyone has been checked out before entering the mansion, as you requested.”
“What about the extra security?” Vin’s voice became harsh.
“All spare guards have been placed at key locations, also as you have requested. We’ve called in extras and as of now everything is secure. The decorators are being watched and only allowed in certain locations,” Ian explained, his voice one of boredom.
“Very good, Ian, I see now why I keep you around,” Vin said as he stared into the older man’s eyes.
“Anything else, Sir?” Ian asked wanting to get back to work and away from the powerful man’s sphere of intent focus.
“Yes, I need you to call Sean and tell him to get over here,” Vin demanded, turning around and heading back into his bedroom, knowing his orders would be carried out exactly the way he wanted them.
“Very good, Sir,” Ian answered, turning to head back down stairs and prepare for the day.
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Sean woke with a start. His heart pounded in his chest as he raised his head and saw two big brown eyes stare at him. Sean sighed as his head fell back onto the pillow.
“How did you get out, you little sneak?” Sean muttered.
The puppy was lying on his chest, mere inches from his face. A little growl slipped out as the puppy inched closer and closer to his target.
“Don’t even think about it, fleabag.” Sean raised his head again, staring at the puppy.
Just as Sean let the words slip past his lips, a big wet tongue ran up his cheek.
“Damn,” Sean muttered, slamming his head back onto his pillow, his face scrunched up in a scowl.
The puppy barked, scooting closer to his target. Taken completely by surprise, a lapping tongue attacked Sean’s face.
Sean groaned and grabbed the puppy, pulling him away from his face. Sean’s stern expression melted as he looked at the puppy; from his little button nose and long tongue hanging out, to those dark chocolate eyes.
“How did you get out of the bathroom?” Sean asked, staring into two dark, intelligent eyes.
A little bark was met by Sean’s question.
“I think you will make Orlando very happy. What do you think, boy?”
The puppy wiggled in Sean’s hands and before Sean could react, another lick landed on his cheek.
“When you get bigger I want you to protect him, Sean voice became sad, I need you to protect him, for I cannot protect him myself.”
Sighing, Sean shifted and was about to get out of bed, his cell phone on the bedside table started ringing. Sighing in irritation, Sean set the puppy down on the floor and leaned over to grab the phone.
“Yeah?”
“Mr. Bean, Mr. Diesel is requiring your presence at the mansion.”
TBC….
(Please review, more reviews, makes me want to updated the story quicker,)
Author: Midnighteyes
Pairing: Vin/Orlando. Orlando/?
Rating: R for strong language
Disclaimer: The characters that are in this story are fictional.. I'm not making any profite off this story. For entertainment only.
Summary: My life was never my own, for you see I was bought and paid for. I never had any choice in what he did to me, I was his slave.
A/N: The story is mine, but the charters aren't. Please do not copy !!!
Chapter 17
A loud crash woke Vin from the erotic dream he was having. He felt a soft breeze ghost over his neck. Turning his head slightly, he saw Orlando’s head on his shoulder. Vin tried to shift but soon realized he couldn’t move. His hand following the soft, tan skin, quickly realizing that Orlando’s body was draped over his. Vin sighed, knowing he could stay like this forever with his angel covering him.
Another loud crash and a couple of shouts drew him out of his thoughts. Vin frowned as his head swung toward the open window. “Damn,” he muttered. He forgot to close the fucking window.
Another shout came from below and Vin’s face shifted, settling into a hard mask. With a curse upon his lips, he shifted and slid off the bed, trying not to wake Orlando. Walking across the floor nude, Vin bent down and grabbed his pants that lay discarded on the floor. Jerking them on, he stalked to the main doors. Throwing it open and stepping out into the hallway, he spotted a girl polishing an oak side table several yards away. He waited until he was almost upon her to speak.
“Girl!” Vin snarled.
Liz jerked, causing the very rare Ming dynasty vase situated on the table to wobble.
Vin eyes turned dark as midnight. “That vase cost more than your life and your children’s lives and your great grandchildren’s so get the fuck away from it.”
Liz stepped away immediately, her face paling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Diesel.”
Vin ignored the girl’s apology. “What the hell is with all the noise downstairs?”
Liz stuttered, “They are here to set up for Orlando’s party, Sir.”
“Fuck, I forgot they were coming this morning,” Vin muttered to himself.
Liz wisely kept quiet. She wanted to be anywhere but here but knew is she walked away she would get fired and the money was too good to lose. So she contented herself with shifting nervously, waiting for Vin dismissed her.
Vin muttered to himself for several seconds then as Liz shifted, he snapped out of his trance. “Go get Ian. Tell him to get up here now!”
With that, Vin turned and headed back to the master bedroom. Upon entering the palatial room, Vin looked at the bed upon which his angel was sprawled. The suns rays basked Orlando’s bare skin, turning it a golden hue. He could hear shouts come from below and glancing back he saw Orlando stir. The slapping of Vin’s feet on the marble floor echoed through the silent room as he walked toward the open window. Vin stared down, watching people mill around as they set up tables and chairs. He gently closed the window, a frown crossing his face. He hated strangers in his home but unfortunately none of the people who worked for him knew how to throw a simple party.
Sighing, Vin shifted, his eyes staring back out the window. Today his angel turned sixteen. The boy was growing up so fast. He had plans for Orlando and a future together but he needed to take care of several things before he could have that.
Vin heard the soft knock on the door. Padding over to the heavy oak door, Vin jerked it open.
“It took you long enough,” he growled softly.
“I came as soon as I was told.” Ian’s soft voice drifted into the room.
Vin jerked his head back, indicating to Ian that they should step into the hall.
“What can I do for you, Sir?”
Vin’s eyes narrowed. “Why in the hell are they already setting up the party? It’s not supposed to start until five.”
“I can’t say, Sir. All I know is that they showed up at the gates at ten this morning, wanting to start setting up. Everyone has been checked out before entering the mansion, as you requested.”
“What about the extra security?” Vin’s voice became harsh.
“All spare guards have been placed at key locations, also as you have requested. We’ve called in extras and as of now everything is secure. The decorators are being watched and only allowed in certain locations,” Ian explained, his voice one of boredom.
“Very good, Ian, I see now why I keep you around,” Vin said as he stared into the older man’s eyes.
“Anything else, Sir?” Ian asked wanting to get back to work and away from the powerful man’s sphere of intent focus.
“Yes, I need you to call Sean and tell him to get over here,” Vin demanded, turning around and heading back into his bedroom, knowing his orders would be carried out exactly the way he wanted them.
“Very good, Sir,” Ian answered, turning to head back down stairs and prepare for the day.
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Sean woke with a start. His heart pounded in his chest as he raised his head and saw two big brown eyes stare at him. Sean sighed as his head fell back onto the pillow.
“How did you get out, you little sneak?” Sean muttered.
The puppy was lying on his chest, mere inches from his face. A little growl slipped out as the puppy inched closer and closer to his target.
“Don’t even think about it, fleabag.” Sean raised his head again, staring at the puppy.
Just as Sean let the words slip past his lips, a big wet tongue ran up his cheek.
“Damn,” Sean muttered, slamming his head back onto his pillow, his face scrunched up in a scowl.
The puppy barked, scooting closer to his target. Taken completely by surprise, a lapping tongue attacked Sean’s face.
Sean groaned and grabbed the puppy, pulling him away from his face. Sean’s stern expression melted as he looked at the puppy; from his little button nose and long tongue hanging out, to those dark chocolate eyes.
“How did you get out of the bathroom?” Sean asked, staring into two dark, intelligent eyes.
A little bark was met by Sean’s question.
“I think you will make Orlando very happy. What do you think, boy?”
The puppy wiggled in Sean’s hands and before Sean could react, another lick landed on his cheek.
“When you get bigger I want you to protect him, Sean voice became sad, I need you to protect him, for I cannot protect him myself.”
Sighing, Sean shifted and was about to get out of bed, his cell phone on the bedside table started ringing. Sighing in irritation, Sean set the puppy down on the floor and leaned over to grab the phone.
“Yeah?”
“Mr. Bean, Mr. Diesel is requiring your presence at the mansion.”
TBC….
(Please review, more reviews, makes me want to updated the story quicker,)