When we entered his house, he put me down on a large sofa and took his coat off. He lived in a very big house that was as modern and chic as his office. The colors used were giving so much importance to all the objects.

"You designed it alone ?" I asked.

"Yes, I really enjoy taking care of my house. Do you like it ?" He answered.

"Yes, I do." I mumbled in an inaudible voice.

The perspectives are so important in his house. In front of every single black wall, I could notice white vases and white roses but when it's a white wall, he used objects with dark colors. It was even more beautiful than my house.. where I certainly should be..

"You'll sleep in my bed." Taylor said giving me a cup of hot chocolate.

"No, no, I cannot accept that. I'll slee-" I started.

"I'll sleep on the sofa but you'll be in my bed. Don't worry about this." He reassured me.

"I can't accept, we'll both sleep in the bed but not close to each other..?" I suggested hesitating.

He stared at me a long time before smiling as I took a sip of my hot chocolate. I couldn't be in a better place with a better person. Everyday I was discovering something new about him. He was a handsome man and such an amazing person from the inside. I wonder what he thinks of me.

"Do you feel better ?.." He asked.

"I'm very tired and.. Cold." I replied.

Mister Carter helped me getting up to go into the bed. He pulled all the covers on my body, turned the lights off and left, probably to work. I suddenly heard the piano and it was certainly him. It helped me sleeping but I couldn't stop trembling. I woke up many times because I was very cold. The last time I woke up, I surprised Taylor taking his shirt off before getting into the bed next to me. I felt his hand on my shoulder and heard a little sigh from him as he noticed I was still cold. Then, what happened was maybe a dream, or maybe not but he pulled me closer to him and surrounded my tiny body with his arms. I pretended not being awake and finally slept in peace. His chest was definitely hotter than anything I could put on myself.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, he was already gone and I smelled pancakes from the bedroom. This man loves design, fashion, is a very good worker, plays piano and now he knows how to cook ? Is he even real or am I still sleeping ? I was so fascinated by Taylor Drew Carter and everything made me wanting him even more. I wanted to have him in my bed, I wanted to turn him on and just do all the bad things I wanted to him.

I quitted the bed to go into the kitchen after I got rapidly dressed with the same dress I had yesterday.

"Good morning Mrs Willson !" He exclaimed when he saw me.

"Good morning.. Did you- make pancakes ?" I asked curiously also staring at his naked chest.

"I did. I hope you like that.. Honey or chocolate ?" He replied by another question.

I laughed and took the chocolate from his hands but still, he insisted to make it. I sat in front of him smiling while he was appliying chocolate all over the pancakes. His torso kept amazing me as his muscles kept contracting while he moved to make breakfast.

"Here it is." He mumbled pushing a plate in front of me. "How do you feel today ?" He asked me.

"I feel.. Good. Thank you." I answered thinking about what happened last night.

Did it really happened ? He took me against his chest during the whole night ? Maybe my brain invented all of that..

Suddenly, I felt his finger covered with honey on my nose. I lifted my head up and looked into his blue eyes wondering why he did that.

"Eat Kelsey. You have to." He said before restarting making his own breakfast.

I didn't stop looking at him and my mind got instantly filled with the memory of the taste of my mom's pancakes. I wanted my her back. I didn't see her since 2 long months and now she died not even giving me a chance to tell her how much I love her and how much she inspired me to be myself. She've been the strongest woman I've seen in my entire life.

"I know it's hard.. You wanna talk about something else ?" He asked looking at me.

I simply nodded avoiding his sight even if I could notice he was staring at me with big eyes.

"Tell me more about yourself Mrs Willson. How did the nasty games started ?" I heard from him.

"It's not nasty games.. It's- much more about domination. I wanna see men suffer because I believe that too many men make women suffer not even caring about our feelings. Many things happened in my life. Enough to prove me that you're all the same." I replied looking straight into his eyes with courage.

"Uhum.. Tell me more.." He murmured interrested.

"My dad has been a real asshole. He use to hit my mom for no fucking reason. What a bastard.. Moreover, Mr Carter, I-I have been raped when I was 16 and I can tell you that it fucking hurts and it destroys you from the inside because people started defining me by that.. Looking at me and saying oh here's the girl who've been raped. I still wonder what was really wrong with those persons. All my ex boyfriends screwed up and that's why I enjoy seeing men suffering in my bed with blood all over their bodies. I suffered too much because of them. Time to give it back to them I guess." I explained in a very serious way.

"I am sorry for everything that happened to you.." He said.

He seemed to look at me in another way now. His sight didn't move from my eyes while I took off the honey he put on my nose minutes ago before starting to eat. After almost three minutes, I noticed he didn't stop staring at me so I started looking at him too.

"What ?" I asked laughing.

"For the very first time, I realize you're human. I really thought you were heartless. You're always angry, you seemed to have no feeling, I never saw you crying.. Until today. I'm discovering a new version of Mrs Willson and I prefer this version personally." He explained.

"The weak one who cries so that you can abuse of  her?!" I raised my voice.

"No, it's not what I meant, I-" I cut him off.

"I gotta go." I said without even looking at him.

Probably for the first time of my life, I didn't go to work. During an entire week, probably the worst one of my life. I lost pratically ten pounds. I didn't move from against the wall of my room. It's where mom used to place me when she could punish me. I never stayed more than five minutes against that wall because she was coming back making stupid jokes. Another tear fell on my left cheek as someone knoked on the door.

"I'm not at home !" I screamed.

"Come on ! Open the door Kelsey. I'll get in anyway." A voice replied.

It was Taylor. Who else ? I shrugged and stayed in the same place crying. My eyes couldn't stop delivering that hot liquid on my cheeks. I buried my face between my knees and after some minute I felt a hand shaking me.

"Mom ?" I mumbled waking up.

"No, it's Taylor.. But I can put a costume if you need me to be your mom." He tried to make a joke so that I could smile but it didn't work.

"How did you managed to enter ?" I asked.

"From a window." He answered sitting next to me againt the wall.

I turned my face to not look at him while I knew he was. Another tear fell on my legs and Taylor saw it. As another was about to fall, I felt his hand on my cheek before his thumb took the tear off if my face.

I finally looked at him in the eyes bitting my lower lip.

He shyly smiled at me and pulled me closer for a hug.

"I'll get you through that. I promise. You're not doing that alone." He murmured in my ear.

I buried my face in his chest and restarted crying harder. All he could hear were my moans of pain and sadness.

"I didn't have time to tell her goodbye ! How could she just leave me that way ? I wanna tell her how much I love her. Just one last time !" I yelled.

His hand kept rubbing my back while holding me tight. During the whole night, we stayed against a wall. I didn't stop crying and talking about my problems as he was politely listening. He acted like my best friend. Fati was the kind of girl who could listen to me during hours not saying anything. That's honestly what I needed. Someone to care.

The next day, I woke up in Taylor's arms. I decided to move on. I had to go back to work cause as he told me yesterday 'My mom wouldn't be happy to see me that way'.

"Good morning." I heard.

"Hey." I replied with a smile "Thank you so much for yesterday. It was super helpful."

"I'm happy about the fact you feel better Mrs Willson." He said.

I lift my head up from his chest and looked at him. His sight moved from my eyes to my mouth and then to my eyes again when I crashed my lips onto his. I noticed his eyes grew big before he closed them pulling me closer. It continued a bit less than a minute before he pulled away still looking at me. I didn't find anything to say so I simply stood up as his sight followed my body.

"I'm sorry.." I managed to mumble.

"That was.. Okay.. Mrs Willson." He answered.

I smiled at him and left the room after noticing his sight on my butt. For the very first time, he payed attention my body. I rapidly took my filthy pyjama off and took a shower. As I was rubbing my skin, I couldn't stop imagining Taylor's hands all over me. I was such a player and I currently wanted to play. If only he was perverted enough to join me right after the first kiss. Instantly after the shower, I wore a white tight dress that I bought a week ago and when I started at myself in the mirroir, I really couldn't be more sexy. If mister Carter doesn't end in my bed tonight, he would be the strongest man in the world, and I'll never let him be.

"You are wonderful." He said standing up.

"Thank you Taylor." I replied caressing his chin.

"So am I allowed to call you Kelsey ?" He asked.

"There's only one rule.." I started placing my arms around his neck "My name is Mrs Willson at work but you can call me Kelsey here." I finished by kissing him.

He quickly pulled away and rolled his eyes to make sure he will not meet my eyes.

"I am not sure that's a great idea.. I mean, that's too rapid, we should wait. We don't know so much about eachother. I really th-" He added.

"Are you virgin or what ?!" I angryly questionned.

"What ? No..No.." He answered with hesitation.

"You're fucking hot and you know that I want you but you keep rejecting me since a whole fucking year. What's wrong ? Am I not your type ?" I pratically yelled.

"No, you're.. I mean.. you're my type but I rather take my time.." He murmured turning red.

"What time ?!" I shouted before crashing my lips onto his.

He fell on the floor and it gave me the opportunity to ride him while my lips were devouring his. One of his hands moved on my leg while the other was taking my dress off. I managed to open his belt before throwing it aside and we were both pratically naked, he stopped.

"Please. You're super sexy but I really prefer to have more time with you before we date.. And make love." He told me.

"Date ?" I repeated.

"Is that all about your nasty games ?" He asked.

I nodded still on top of him and I saw him rolling his eyes again. He lift me up to be able to stand up and left. I instantly regretted. When did I make him think something could happen between us ? I thought he knew about the fact I only play with man. Suddenly, I also remembered mister Casabo who was deeply in love with me. I broke his heart. We only had a night of my type of fun and then I just threw him while he thought we were dating. I could hear his moans of sadness when he got into my office with a huge bouquet and I managed to throw him out.

"We're going to be late for work." I heard.

I ignored him closing my dress and pulling it down my legs. This day turned bad already and all I wanted was to make sure everyone's day would turn into the worst one. I arrived in the building we work in with a big fake smile on my face and started firing people one by one.

"You can't do that." Taylor commented.

"Oh really ? Do you decide of what I can do ?" I asked ironically.

"It's not what I meant bu-" he tried to answer.

"So you better shut the fuck up or I'll fire you too." I told him.

"Is that because I refused to be part of your nasty games ?" Taylor asked.

I ignored him and closed the door of my office before someone knocked on the door. It was him again.

"What do you wa- ?!" I yelled discovering an employee "Oh, I'm sorry, yes ?"

"You gave me some work to do but I didn't had time to cause my mom is at the hosp-" he tried to explain.

"I don't care, you could deal with it. You're fired." I declared.

"No please, be indulgent Mrs Will-" he said.

I closed the door and picked up some papers to work. I was fed up of being the hardest worker. Even when I have problem I just shut my mouth and work. At the end of the day, everyone was pissed off and they all hated me. I went back home at night and found Taylor.

"How did you enter ?" I asked.

"Would you like to have a cup of champagne with me ?" He asked handing me a glass of champagne.

I took a first sip from it and stared at him.

"I changed my mind. I would like to try your way." He stated.

I proudly smiled, threw my glass and pulled him upstairs. It only took me few minutes to make him lay on his belly to handcuff him to the bed and to start whipping him. I never had that much pleasure making someone suffer. As his back bleeded, I orgasmed hearing his loud moans of pain. Masterpiece. I looked at him after that noticing he didn't move. He was actually bleeding from his nose as all his body was shaking. What just happened ? Did I kill him ? Is that my fault ? I had so many questions but no time to find answers. I rapidly called an ambulance, gave my adress and they came quickly at my place to take Taylor to a hospital.