8. Octavio
Chapter 8
Octavio
T he hallway to Forbidden Fruit smelled like latex, sweat, and perfume. I could smell the faint traces of all the different scenes that had come and gone within the past couple of hours. The smell was filthy, sex and sin, yet somehow it aroused me enough to want to do my own set since my fans had been complaining about me doing less camera time.
My business partner Le’mon was on leave for a month since he welcomed his newborn baby. We were in desperate need of another film crew. He normally did all interviews, along with my panel that we had set in place. Today, I wanted to do the interviews in place of Le’mon. I needed to make sure that people would be comfortable with filming the type of footage that our people provided them with.
I walked slowly, my boots echoing against the concrete floors as I took in my studio. I considered this my world, a place that I used to escape from all of Jalissa’s bullshit. I pulled at my beard, already preparing myself for the stack of paperwork, and the headache that came with it as I pushed my office door open.
Someone was already inside, in my personal space…without my permission. She wasn’t just sitting in the chair that I had for my guest. She was in my chair, legs crossed, back arched off the seat with perfection. She didn’t flinch when I walked in, nor bat an eye like she had been caught doing something wrong. She sat like she owned the space, like she was expecting to see me.
“Who are you?” I asked as I finished taking her in.
Her smooth caramel skin shined with oil; her thick thighs covered in black leather tights. Her plumped lips were painted crimson red and it matched her wild waves that mirrored mine, except it was a deep red color.
“My name is Rylie Rose…I’m here to be interviewed,” she uttered out seductively.
Her eyes, light brown and unnerving, were beautiful and dangerous all in one. I saw madness behind her gaze, the corners of her lips quirked upward as she folded her hands in front of her stomach. Her red nails drummed on top of her covered hand, like she was waiting on me to ask her why was she behind my fucking desk, and in my seat.
“You’re in my seat…Rylie Rose,” I stated low and flat.
She didn’t respond right away, her eyes were still locked in with mine but they didn’t look present. She leaned back in my seat like it was her’s now.
“I know…Mr. Octavio,” she spoke calm, cool, and collectively.
She reeked of confidence; her pretty fingernails drummed on top of the files that was stacked up neatly on my desk. I took a step forward and noticed that she had one file opened. I assumed that it was her file, I smirked then tugged at my beard. This should be interesting…
“This is not the way to go about getting a job, Ms. Rose,” I stated loud enough for her to hear me.
I grabbed the back of the chair and pulled it out. I sat right across from her. I couldn’t believe that I was entertaining her; in a couple of seconds I would have security take her away.
“Ms?” She giggled lightly.
“You already know that I am single and ready to mingle… I like that.” She winked as she picked up her file.
“I thought that it would be best for me to direct the interview. In a nut shell, I’m a gift and might just be a curse to anyone who’s not willing to understand me thoroughly. Since you have my file, I assume that you already did your due diligence to look into my background. Nothing on this paper is a lie…My parents have been in jail for three years now for federal fraud such as bank, wire, and mail fraud. They’re not getting out anytime soon. I need a fuckin’ job?—”
“Language, my love,” I warned her.
“Titties…my love.” She smirked.
Rylie shifted in her seat seductively, her legs parted, giving me a peek of the way her pussy puffed out of the leather material.
“Excuse me?” I asked, taken back by the words that came out of her mouth.
“Fuck this job. I wanted it but I want you more. I want to see what it’s like to force you into my submission in privacy and while we are out in public, I’m submissive to you. I love you, Octavio.” Her eyes fluttered then misted over.
I sat up straight in my seat. Slowly, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it.
“We were meant to be…I’ve been being patient for years now. I was satisfied until you started to cover your rack. I want?—”
“Out!” My voice boomed and echoed off my office walls.
I already knew that she was the type that would have to be carried out by the twitch in her left eye. She giggled then tossed her head back; her belly jumped, followed by a full laugh. She repositioned herself seconds later then wiped the tears from the sharp crease of her slanted eyes.
“Octavio? I love you so much. That shouldn’t scare you, baby.” She licked her lips.
“You don’t fuckin’ know me,” I said as I felt my face ball up in confusion.
“I know you as well as those velvet tailored suits you wear almost every day. I know how many tattoos and scars you have, you love to fuck, and it amazes you when a woman takes control and dominates you. On camera though, you dominate, so it won’t make you look feminine. Your breasts are B cups, they sag a little, however, your nipples are ripe and hard. You fired the last girl that licked and sucked on them. I was happy you did that shit because I was already planning on killing her bold ass. She should have known that it was only for me to do—Ry Ry told me that.” She chuckled dryly as her hazel brown eyes grew dark.
“Who is Ry Ry?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking so I could know who was possibly assisting her with all of her madness.
“She’s the part of me that society refuses to accept. As long as you and I accept her…I don’t care.” Her eyes gleamed with a feverish intensity that made my skin crawl.
Her voice was soft and melodic, but the words she spoke was chaotic.
“I love watching you…I tried to stop, but started back months later. It was like torture for me not to at least lay eyes on you. In person is better, I could just cum on myself right now from smelling and seeing you,” she said, like it was the most natural confession in the world.
“It’s only because I know that we are meant to be. That bitch Yani is cheating on you behind your back. She’s a project hood rat that takes your money then become a trick herself. I warned her the other day, the best thing for her to do is listen to me…I haven’t had to kill a bitch in such a long time behind fucking with what’s mine…” She went on, eyes bright and unblinking like she was reciting poetry. She kept her voice at an even tone, and that’s what creeped me out the most.
I stared at her, frozen with my phone glued to my hand. I still hadn’t called security to escort her out. I could feel the faint prickle of sweat at the bridge of my neck. A hot pulse of shame hit me, because for one awful moment…I felt something magnetic to all of her twisted, unhinged devotion, and madness that she aimed my way. The obsessed, psychotic look in her beautiful eyes turned me on…all over… me?
“Yani and I aren’t together,” I uttered, almost loss for words.
“Yet she’s the only bitch you trust at your house. She’s the only one that’s been to your penthouse and the new house that you bought a couple of months ago close to Melrose.” She rolled her eyes hard.
“You send me notes?” I asked.
“Of course I do…I have to, to remind you that I’m here and always near. It’s sort of like affirmations as well.” She batted her eyes with a knowing smirk.
Rylie was beyond beautiful, nice, and curvy. She looked like a perfect porcelain doll dipped in caramel. Her lipstick was now smudged, she’d bitten her own lips raw. That flicker of arousal hit me again. I shifted in my seat, trying to make my dick go down. This wasn’t right, she wasn’t right…Rylie Rose needed professional help. I wouldn’t dare take advantage of her.
“Rylie—”
“When you say Rylie…Be sure to add the Rose. Aren’t I just as beautiful as my name? Listen?—”
“No!” I stood and looked down at her short, curvy frame.
“I’ve heard enough…if you don’t leave, my security will escort you out. Get some help, Rylie!” I snapped back, using my deep tone of voice.
“You are my help, my medicine, and possibly my cure.” Her top lip quirked into a twisted smile.
Seconds passed by before she started to laugh lowly; she snapped her crimson red fingers and shook her head at me as if I was the crazy one. Again, I hated myself for the flicker of arousal that moved through me. It was wrong and so was she. Yet, there was a part of me that I kept buried…the part that I never revealed to any of the women I’ve slept with. Rylie stirred that well-hidden side of me, the look in her eyes stated that she knew this already.
I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly texted my head of security. Rylie and I had a stare off until they arrived. She didn’t blink at all until two guards appeared. When she blinked her eyes showed a sign of disorientation. She didn’t panic, Rylie tilted her head to the side with anticipation then told the guards not to touch her. She agreed to leave willingly, which came as a surprise.
She walked around my desk, her breasts stuck out further than her stomach. Her thighs were super thick and smooth looking underneath the painted on leather tights she had on. I could see her ass from the front, again my erection rose. The closer she got, the more I was able to intake her sexy scent.
She smelled like vanilla mixed with coconut.
“I guess it’s too late for me to ask if I got the job,” she asked, not bothering to look over at my guards and neither did I.
I didn’t answer her, I caught myself staring her right in the eyes.
“It’s okay, this interaction was one of the best birthday gifts a girl like me could ever ask for…seeing you…smelling you…” She sniffed the air.
One of my guards stepped forward, and I quickly shot my hand out in the air to stop them from touching her. A woman like Rylie had triggers, I didn’t want her to cause a scene so I let her get the rest of her words out in peace so she could peacefully be on her way.
“Doesn’t matter how much thick material of a tailored made suit you wear…I still see the bulge in your chest area…and, down below.” She smirked, licking her lips mischievously.
“I’ll see you again, my love,” she whispered it out like a promise.
She switched past me as I listened to my guard’s stomp behind her out the door. They shut the door behind themselves. I slowly walked around to sit down behind my desk. A handwritten letter was on top of her background check.
My love…
Our brief encounter today will consume my thoughts in ways that I can’t fully explain. Soon as I walked in your office, I felt an electric connection. It’s when I realized all over again that the universe conspired to bring us together. I’m already imagining sitting across from you, listening to your voice. I’ll be so overwhelmed with desire since I know that it’ll be super intense that I’ll at least cum on myself while smiling back at you. My body always responds to you instinctively. I know this is all too much for you, it’s bold of me. (Dare to be different and chaotic…my love.) Lol…I’ve always been an honest person, so I will never lie about how I feel no matter how much it bothers the opposite of me. My heart and mind work together along with Ry Ry…all three never lie to me…they tell me that there is something profound between us…it’s worth exploring. I’m so captivated by you; I yearn to know you beyond the confines of watching you through my phone screen. I’ll give you all of my affection, attention, and love…if you give me submission… of course… only in the bedroom. Oh…and you need better security. It was too easy slipping in here!
P.s A restraining order will not keep me away from you, my love…Today will be too much for you to digest. I get it, I also know that you will go see that bitch Yani to ask her questions about me confronting her. Your dick is going to stay hard when you think of me…so I give her this one little pass…only because I know that you’ll fuck her and think of me the entire time.
I see you. I know you. I love you. I need you. Stop covering yourself…your perfect to me. –Rylie Rose
I set the letter down, as a mix of emotions churned within me. Disbelief, unease, and once again…my dick got as hard as stone. The raw honesty of her words stirred something primal inside of me. Seconds later, that feeling fleeted and my shortened desire got overshadowed by the fact that she violated and crossed boundaries with me.
I took a deep breath in an attempt to steady my racing thoughts. I kept thinking how? All of the notes she left sporadically, spread through time. I had known that there was a woman following me. I thought whoever was stalking and spying was ugly with high insecurities. Rylie was confident, bold, and eager as hell to please me.
I couldn’t shake the feeling now of being watched constantly by her…how far would she go lurking in the shadows? I glanced back down at the letter once more. It was a disturbing reminder how insane and obsessed she was with me. I yanked up my desk phone and called the local police department.
“I’d like to inquire about obtaining a restraining order,” I said to the operator with a firm tone.
I could handle Rylie without guards or police. I didn’t need a restraining order because I was scared. I needed it because I had too much to lose, and if push comes to shove…if I had to kill Rylie Rose…I would. The restraining order would serve as the same type of warning she gave me without saying it out loud.