Precious Unleashed

Prologue Another fucking interview I have shortly, I need a maid to help cleanse my home. One I can trust, one I can feel comfortable with my “Silver Chambers” and one that will understand my lifestyle. I think of all these things in my head as I look up from the stack of papers scattered on the coffee table in front of me. Holy hell, my eyes are held to this beauty standing in front of me. Long legs stretched even further with her heels, slender strong calves with the same amount of force carried through to her thighs; a tiny waist to match her beautifully round perky breast. I am staring, I’m speechless, this thing, not being able to speak never happens to me. I must claim her, I need to make her mine. Fuck sake! Snap out of it, she’s only here for the maid job. Oh, to see her in a maids’ outfit, bending over cleaning…shift your thoughts Shane. Damn! She has witnessed my erection, I notice a small tug at the ends of her delicious lips. Continue with the interview and get her the fuck out of here! She speaks soft and powerful words. This woman will control my every thought, she will consume the blood in my veins, she will be the face in my future, fuck! She will be the death of me. I sit back in my chair, twirling my finger around the rim of the whiskey neat I’m trying to sip on. Focus Shane, remember you are the master of the Manor. Chapter 1 3 days before “Fuck Off! All of you! I QUIT!!!” I shouted at all the photographers, my manager, the stage managers, and anyone else in the large auditorium. I couldn't take this life anymore. Being a top fashion model was not a life I wanted, at least not anymore. My life has always been managed by my family, or an agent, but never me. Now it's time to take over and become in charge of my life. “Miranda, you can’t just quit like that. This is the biggest Campaign for Foster and you are the star of it all. So, get your skinny ass back over here and finish the shoot!” Colin my manager forces. “Like hell I am going to listen to you. I have been doing that my entire life, I’m done. UNDERSTAND?” I whip back at him in my snotty childish way. He grabs my arm tight and pushes his way towards the dressing rooms. “In the dressing room NOW!” He growls those words through his teeth, but I don’t give a fuck anymore. “Miranda, darling, I am going to try and be very calm with your stubborn ass right now.” Not a good start if name calling is considered calm. “You must finish this shoot, you have no other choice. You signed a contract and that contract cannot I repeat, cannot be broken.” His voice trailing higher and higher as the sentence finishes. “That’s just it, I don’t have a choice in anything I do, I say, I eat, I act. May I repeat myself, I don’t have a choice in ANTHING!” My voice rising with how angry I am. Violently grabbing the back of my neck, his horrible breath inches from my face. “Listen here you little bitch. You ARE going to get your spoiled ass back out there and do as I say, because this is my future you are fucking with. If this shoot does not and I mean does not get published for Foster I will be out of a job and Foster will make damn sure I don’t have another one anywhere. So, understand me when I say I don’t give a fuck about you personally just that Foster wants you to be the star and I am going to make sure that happens. understand?” “Yes, yes I do. Umm…can you just let me freshen up for a moment, if you could, just give me a second.” “That’s’ my girl. Now make it quick, I haven’t got all day to wait on your whiney ass.”