A Doll for the Boss

I left the office wrapped in a sea of tears, the man I had loved so much was not my father, he had only used me as a last resort, and it turns out he used me in the end.

On my way to the room, I searched for mom everywhere, but as always, she was never there. I regretted being locked up, the weight of these four walls was suffocating me, so I grabbed the keys to my car and headed to the only place where I could die, paradise!

While at the club, I realized my hand was bleeding. I had put on quite a show at that club, I drank like crazy, I didn't let anyone come near me, to the point that they had to kick me out in the middle of the night. That's why I'm in a stranger's room. When I opened my eyes, I noticed it was a hotel. The man next to me was staring at me intently. For the second time, I had ruined my life.

"You can leave, payment for your services is on the table," the man said. He was beautiful, his hair was a mix of blonde and reddish, although all that didn't matter, his personality ruined everything.

"What did you say?" I asked nervously, and filled with anger.

"I said what you heard, I don't like sleeping with prostitutes."

What had he said?

"Look, you piece of trash, just so you know, I can accuse you of rape. You brought me here without my consent, I don't remember anything, you must have drugged me."

I was running hysterically through that room, putting on my clothes. Was he right? Had I become this? I had slept with two strangers, what was happening to me?

"Don't make me laugh! You were begging for my attention. I have videos and plenty of evidence, so get out of here!"

I stared at him but decided not to respond. I needed to go home and marry that other stranger. I left the room while the man was in the bathroom.

By the time I reached home, it was very late, so I quickly took a cold shower, hoping it would wake me up a bit. But it was useless, my face showed that I had been drinking, but I didn't care. I went into the closet and searched for the dress I had bought without my mother knowing.

The dress was black with a full skirt, as if millions of crepe paper strips had been stuck together. Though the upper part was lace, the bottom ruined the entire design. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I jumped in surprise. I looked like the corpse bride.

I left my hair down and applied black makeup all over. I put on high-heeled stilettos in the same color as the dress. I was giving myself the final touches when my mother knocked on the door, I couldn't let her in. "What do you want, Mom?"

"I came to help you, daughter. I want to see my only daughter dressed as a bride." Her tone gave her away, she had been crying. I felt sorry for her.

"It's not necessary, go to the church with Maximus, I want to arrive alone."

"Daughter..."

"I've already talked to you, Mom, I want to go alone."

"Alright, the driver will take you."

I waited a few minutes before I could leave. I took one last look, the truth was, I looked stunning. Horrible.

When the poor driver saw me, he almost died of fright, but I didn't say anything, it was quite funny, my plan was working.

We arrived at the church and everyone was already inside, so the only one waiting for me was Maximus. I got out of the car very smiling, this is where everything begins. Serkan:

I had been waiting for the damn bride for over an hour, but I never thought that girl would be the same as this morning. My future bought wife was none other than the prostitute from the bar. Damn luck!Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

As she walked towards the altar, she was wrapped in a huge tulle ball, with a black veil. Her stunt made me laugh a lot, but I didn't smile. My mother was about to have a heart attack, while my brother found it funny. It was Maximus who handed her to me. At the beginning of all this, I had accepted because it was the only way to save my father's company, but I was not in agreement at all, and now even less with this discovery. "Serkan, I give you my greatest treasure," Maximus said. He was clearly angry, and he had every right to be. We were going to be a laughingstock in the press. Does he know that his daughter is a prostitute? I was about to respond when she spoke up.

"Don't lie, you piece of shit. Just leave."

I saw the man's face change color, so I hurried. I was getting quite a scene! She had already proven that this morning.

"Don't make a spectacle, I'll take care of it."

I took the girl's hand and something strange happened to me; a static ran through my body, so I discreetly let go.

"Just know that hell awaits you. I'll make you eat every word you said this morning," my future wife muttered under her breath.

"Don't think it will be that easy. You're nothing more than a spoiled brat who sells herself at a nightclub."

"Oh sure! Coming from the guy who has to force a woman to marry him. Are you incapable of seducing someone? Or do you not like women from the bar?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, astonished by her audacity.

"It's obvious that no one would marry such a despicable person like you. No one would tolerate you for two days, and I don't even know you."

"Oh yeah, sure! You're a saint, the woman that everyone wants. You're nothing more than the daughter of an opportunist manipulator who's just trying to get money out of us by selling you. Be thankful that I'm doing you a favor. I wouldn't be surprised if you were following me to the bar and ended up in my bed with intention."

"Go to hell..."

She couldn't finish the sentence because the priest interrupted us. This girl was driving me crazy, but in the end, she would fall into my game. I couldn't deny that there was something about her that attracted me a lot, that's why I spent the whole night enjoying her body.

Her face was angelic, but she was just a woman who sold herself to the highest bidder, and that disappointed me greatly. I would show her the real hell and then discard her like all the others...

At the moment of the kiss, I saw her blush. I approached, she was quite beautiful with brown eyes, light brown hair, rosy cheeks, a long and slender neck, like a rose, a beautiful and delicate rose. It was a real pity that she was caught up in this game and in that nightlife.

Her lips were so soft and plump, they were like a drug. Memories of that night together came to my mind. At first, she didn't respond to the kiss, but then we got lost in an abyss, our tongues played together in the same rhythm. She was like a whirlwind of passion and I was the North Pole itself.