get lost squidward

The beauty was getting ready for her second day of work, yeah it was a Saturday, but being an assistant to Tom Holland is something that'll never allow vacations. Today, she was wearing a black turtleneck with a brown pencil skirt paired with the same kitten heels. Belle decided to let her hair be straight, her natural hair.

Walking down the stairs, she laid eyes on her mother who was negotiating terms with her father, knowing it was significant, she allowed her quiet self to enter the kitchen without intruding.

"Belle, sweetie, we'd like to talk to you," her father smiled at her, his expression true and raw. Whilst her mothers were in a deep bore, fake and nothing unusual to Belle.

"Yes, Father?"

"Mr. Holland called us not too long ago," Demitri spoke making Belle's throat hitch, her heartbeat growing quicker and quicker by the minute. "He asked us if you'd like to go on a little field trip with him to his other headquarters. Knowing that you're his assistant I must say you're obliged to go, but he wanted to make sure you were okay with it first," her father continued.

"Oh, well. Um, how long am I going to be gone?"

"You'll be back tomorrow night, Belle. Luna already packed for you last night whilst you were studying in the library."

Remember when I told you that Belle's family aren't stupid rich? Jokes on you! Belle's family were extremely rich but wanted to stay humble and not waste their money on childish items that had no value.

"Oh, okay. Thank you," she sincerely glanced at her mother, only to be returned with a fake one in return.

"Mr Holland will be here any minute, help yourself to some breakfast," her mother announced placing a plate in front of her youngest daughter. Belle may look tiny, but her appetite is three times larger than her.

To busy indulging her pancakes she didn't realise the familiar figure standing next to her, watching her stuff her mouth like a two-year-old. Belle choked on her pancakes, carefully swallowing it her boss had a slight grin on his face.

"Morning," she muffled as the piece of pancakes was still in her mouth.

"I didn't know you had such a huge appetite," he smirked as her parents continued discussing matters that didn't need to be interfered. He was wearing his usual tuxedo, but the coat nowhere to be found along with his tie. Two buttons undone from his white dress shirt made Belle's blush grow deep.

"Well, now you know. When are we to leave?"

"Now, actually. The jet's waiting for us to reach LA," the Britt checked his wristwatch to calculate the time, knowing their departure is soon, they head out of the house and bid their goodbyes.

The car drive was surrounded with comfortable silence, both of them sipping of their ice coffees that Belle made at home with two of her to go cups.

"Belle, I'd like to ask you something," Mr. Holland disrupted her thoughts, allowing her to look at him with full concern.

"Are you uncomfortable with me talking to Timothy Grey, and be honest, baby."

"Sir, I don't have the right to tell you who to hang out with. If you feel like he's good to you, then hang out with him. I have no word into this," she whispered as she cringed at the name, but loved the pet name.

He intertwined his fingers with hers, an action that made her heart flutter as he gently kissed her knuckles. "Of course you have word into this, doll. You're my partner, and whatever happened or even happens to you, goes through me."

Her boss was awaiting her response, her not knowing how to respond, she stayed silent like she always did when she had nothing to say.

"Your silence is telling a whole lot, darling," he lightly chuckled. Belle still didn't know what to say, or how to say it. Just the awful memories replaying in her head like a rollercoaster.

"What did I tell you, Belle. Always be honest with me, I wouldn't want my baby to be filled with negative thoughts," the car came to a stop signalling that they were at the airport.

"On the plane?" Belle whispered in which he nodded to. He let go of her hand to get out of the car, as she placed her hand on the handle, the door opened to Mr. Holland offering his hand.

"Don't worry, it's a private airport."

They made their way up the stairs and were greeted by the pilot of the plane ushering them to take a seat and to get comfortable, the assistant and the boss sat opposite of each other.

After the gruesome experience of the departure and a half an hour left of their flight, Belle thought it was finally time to speak to Mr. Holland, in details, on what Tim Grey did to her.

"He cheated on me, but I never told you why." This grabbed her boss' attention as he studied her features, how her face dropped but still glowed.

"He cheated on me because he wanted to take my virginity, I never allowed him to. Tim called me a prude, too innocent for this bad world. I was only 16, I didn't want to be taken that early, especially by him. Yes, he was my boyfriend. But, everyone wanted to know whether the famous quarterback took the popular girl's virginity at prom." Belle glanced at Mr. Holland to see him infuriated to the point that anger was jealous of him.

"H-He cheated on me with Erika, your former assistant, and her friends. I yelled at him in the middle of our senior prom but knowing that dick, he enjoyed most of it. After that, he met me outside, attempting to rape me. But, t-thankfully, Antoni came to my rescue. He took me home, washed me up, and tucked me into bed. Weeks after that, graduation came. They posted a photo of me crying and bruised up from that night on Instagram and it went viral, my own principals were laughing at me. The only person who truly cared about me was my Antoni," she continued not daring any tears to fall.

"S-So when I saw him with you, I felt aggravated. You didn't know what he did to me at the time, you were just meeting an old friend. He comes for everything and everyone I love and care about, changed my parent's perspective on me, even my older brother. I studied the hardest subject not only because I'm interested, but also because I have an excuse to get away from the world," Belle looked down in shame.

The beauty didn't notice her boss kneeling down in front of her, placing both of his hands on her knees grabbing her attention.

"Please tell me there isn't any more, sugar."

"No."

"I'm going to beat up that son of a bitch, he really has a death wish doesn't he," Mr. Holland got up, furiously making his way to his seat. Buckling the belt meant that they were landing, and knowing Mr. Holland, that belt won't stop him one bit.

"It's not your fight, Sir. You don't need to put my stress on your shoulders," she whispered looking at him, at the side she saw how the plane already was on the ground and she had no anxiety what so ever.

"But, I have to," he demanded unbuckling her seat belt and grasping her hand with love and anger.

Belle hated when people fought for her, yes she was grateful, but she was strong enough to fight on her own. She wanted him to be quiet, and listen to her. So, she grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her waist, her arms snaking around his neck.

Belle got on her tiptoes making her lips close to his ear, he zapped shut, her knowing exactly what she was doing to him. "Is this the only way I'm going to get your attention, daddy," she tried her hardest not to laugh at the nickname.

He groaned in pleasure as she made eye contact with him, both pretty brown eyes staring at each other, both drowning in the chocolate factories that are their eyes. "Listen to me, don't fight for me. I can fight on my own, I've done it for three years, what makes you think I can't do it now?" She smirked letting go, walking triumphantly away from him she felt a force of her back colliding with his strong chest.

"Do that one more time, little girl. I swear to you, your beautiful cheeks will be redder than the ones on your pretty face," he whispered seductively in her ear making her lips part, a whine escaping her delicate lips.

Another car ride in one of his many cars was surrounded by sexual tension, after what he had told her, she had a knot inside of her. Looking at the beautiful scenery of Los Angeles from the window, she saw how the palm trees stood high and superior. She saw the Hollywood Sign, Belle saw it all as though she was watching a movie.

Her eyes scan a beautiful black building with windows filling every single box, Holland Industries stood high with a beautiful garden on the side, as though it was a house rather than an office. Damn, whoever took care of this building is doing a great job, she thought positively.

They entered the private parking, the car stopping at a reserved parking and Mr. Holland opened the door for his assistant. As they made their way inside, her boss slithered his arm around her waist, pulling her close. All eyes were on them, and all Belle could think of is how embarrassing it must be to have your boss' arm around your waist, he wasn't even thinking of it!

They made their way to the top floor, it was very familiar to the one they had back home which comforted Belle. She spoke to her boss about a few meetings he had to attend to back home but soon was stopped by a squeal.

"Mr. Holland! Tommy," the light caramel-skinned beauty ran up to Mr. Holland almost tackling him with full force.

"Hello to you too, Tabitha."

"Why are you making my name sound so formal, dumb ass! Oh my god! You must be Belle, did she sign the contract," she whispered walking them into the main office. Belle was just in awe, does she have the contract too? How does she know Mr. Holland? Why is Tabitha's boss so hot?

"Hello, I'm Sebastian Stan. You must be Belle, we've heard so much about you," he introduced himself snapping her out of her thoughts and how they were panicking.

"Oh, yes I am. Good afternoon Mr. Stan," she shook his hand.

"Tom, my man! We have much to discuss!" Mr. Stan announced allowing Tabitha and Belle to be alone on the other side of the office whilst their bosses went to the meeting table to discuss further agreements.

"I know I'm getting excited, but please have a seat! Tell me all about you!" The dark-haired brunette ushered Belle to the couch.

"W-Well, my name's Belle Lorems."

"Duh, we know that! Get to the juicy part! How'd you meet Tom, or what went through your mind when you signed The Contract" the short brown haired Latina exclaimed wanting her to spill everything.

"Wait a minute, are we thinking about the same contract?" Belle questioned Tabitha leading the girl opposite of her to burst into tears of laughter.

"Of course, silly! The contract where there are rules on what to call them, no masturbation, and only they can please you? I'll tell you one thing, B. Those to guys over there are really close, so close they can be boyfriends," the Latina smiled as the Italian's jaw dropped.

"You thought you were alone, sis? Hell no! Lemme give you a background, Tom and I grew up together basically siblings because our parents were so close. Then, when I was 18, I visited Holland Industries and met the love of my life, and my new boss, Mr. Sebastian-fuck me sideways- Stan! What about you, princess," she winked as she completed her very short summary on how she met Sebastian.

"Well, my dad works with Mr. Holland. So, I study as a microbiologist at the University of New York. I am 19 years of age, and my family hate me."

"Bro, you sound like an Instagram post that people relate to, shit," Tabitha spoke making both girls roar in laughter as they drank their lemonades they got a while back.

"Looks like our girls are bonding," a voice unannounced boomed throughout the office making both assistants try their hardest not to laugh at their bosses' solemn faces.

"Look at their faces," Belle screeched and fell on Tabitha's lap. Tears forming around her eyes whilst her now best friend hushed her but couldn't contain themselves.

"Tabby you ruined her!" Mr. Holland's voice rung with a slight smile on his face.

"Whatever, she's my best friend now!"

After a beautifully crafted memory, they all went outside and the boss and assistant of Los Angeles escorted the New York team to their very fancy hotel. Bidding their goodbyes, well Belle bidding her awful long goodbye to Tabby in the lobby, they went to the highest floor.

Mr. Holland opened the door allowing Belle to walk in, staring in awe she admired the 19th century decorated suite. Gold embellishments, light beige walls, and couches with separate rooms. One to the master bedroom, whilst the other was some sort of clash between a gym and an office.

"I'm going to take a shower," she softly spoke making her way to the master bathroom. Yet again, the bathroom was beautiful yet modern, unlike the main seating area. She stripped, walking into the shower the hot water pleasured her senses. Lathering herself with shampoo and body wash, she made her way out to the bedroom praying that her boss wouldn't be there.

To her luck, he was nowhere to be found. Belle let out a sigh of relief as she unzipped her suitcase, it dawned upon her that Luna had packed her suitcase for her, meaning all of what's in there is lingerie from her last shopping trip with her boss, and no pyjamas!

"Okay, Belle. We have to be confident, go and ask him if you can borrow a shirt or something like that," she whispered to herself walking to the office. Belle faintly knocked the door twice awaiting his approval to enter, once she heard it she twisted the doorknob.

"Sir," she asked in a hushed tone, her head peeking out whilst the rest of her body was covered by the mahogany wooden door.

"You can come in, Belle."

"B-But I can't."

"And why is that?"

"I just took a shower, and my sister forgot to pack me some pyjamas. I was wondering if I could borrow a shirt for tonight?" Belle replied, knowing exactly which territory she's in.

"I didn't hear your question, love. Come in, ask me again," she saw his lips laced with a smirk, how his voice was suddenly rougher, and how his eyes were fixed on her.

Belle was dumbfounded, how she had to enter in only a towel in front of her boss. But, now there's no going back. She opened the door slightly, slipping her wet body into the office with a deep red tint along her cheeks. The boss bit his lip, raking her body from head to toe.

"What was your question, babydoll?" Mr. Holland questioned licking his lips slowly making her glance at them every millisecond.

"M-May I please borrow a shirt, my sister packed me lingerie rather than comfy PJs," the beauty stared at the floor not making contact with the eyes that are burning through her.

"Why don't you want to wear them, sugar," she heard him get up from his seat, waltzing towards her with confidence. He then looked down at her, noticing how she doesn't make contact with him. Mr. Holland delicately placed his index finger under her chin, lifting it in order to meet with his favourite pair of eyes.

"I'm not comfortable with wearing such clothes in front of you, Sir."

"Anything you want, sweetheart. Don't be ashamed, I'm ready when you are," he smiled as she exhaled a breath of relief.

"My suitcase was next to yours," the brunette announced. He then moved his mouth towards her ears making her grasp onto her towel even harder.

"Next time, you don't need to ask. Anything that's mine is yours," he whispered in her ear making her jaw drop slightly.

"I-I'm going to sleep on the couch," Belle spoke abruptly moving away from him.

"No, love. You're sleeping on the bed, end of discussion," he demanded making her gulp nervously, so this is his dominant side? Belle then blinked at him, as though a lost puppy awaiting its owner. Mr. Holland's dominant tone forced her to stop fighting, she was really selfless he thought.

"Goodnight, Sir."

"Goodnight, little girl."

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finally updated yesss

"Miss me?"

Belle sprinted to her sister's room hyperventilating, knocking on the door she awaited her sister's face to appear in front of hers. "Belle, what's wrong?" Luna questioned her sister in shock and confusion.

"H-He texted me," she spoke in between her sobs trying her hardest to stay strong. Belle wasn't always a shy girl, she was a Lorems. During her high school years, Belle was the popular girl but she was never the type to bully anyone or attack with negativity. Everyone adored her, her classmates, teachers, and the principal.

Typical high school story, she fell in love with the quarterback. Tim Grey, the high school playboy that made out with at least half of the girls in his school. Together they were inseparable, they both were high school sweethearts.

But, Tim started cheating on her several times and she had enough. Belle confronted him the night of their homecoming, screaming as loud as she could because she had the right to. After that confrontation, he started to play games with her mind, mentally abusing her.

"Tim?"

"Yes," she huffed downing her cold glass of water that her sister provided for her. It instantly calmed her nerves, allowing her to relax and speak clearly rather than being choked up. "Are you going to reply?"

"Seriously, Luna! This boy made my life a living hell! What would I even say," she whispered looking at her phone.

"Let's see what he wants!"

"Ugh, fine! If this goes wrong, I swear I will hurt you," Belle threatened her sister in which Luna put her hands up in surrender. Belle picked up her brand-new iPhone messaging him back asking him what he needed.

"Belle you need sleep," Luna heartedly warned her making her nod in comprehension. Belle walked to her room and snuggled into her bed.

***

The brunette stretched her body as she glanced at the clock, 8'o clock on a Friday. She didn't have any classes until Sunday but she knew she was going to be late for work. Rushing to her bathroom she proceeded with her daily routine including applying her makeup.

Mr. Holland informed her to wear a bold red lip, he just liked it on her he said. Belle then wore the first outfit she tried on yesterday which was the white top with a black pencil skirt with her kitten heels. Her hair was still the same as before, but softer curls at the end.

She ushered downstairs with her new laptop to see her dad having his breakfast, he took a glance and genuinely smiled at her, almost proud of her. "Good morning, dad. Will you drive me to my first day," she grinned pulling her leftover smoothie from the fridge and pouring it into her to-go cup.

"Of course, and sweetie I'd like to say something. I'm sorry for the behaviour I've been projecting towards you, I never realised how much you are worth and I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. I am so sorry," Demitri looked up at her with sorrow smeared all over his face.

"It's okay, dad. I understand," she smiled at him making his expression change. He then got up to hug her in which she hugged back, but she was shocked as she hasn't hugged him for a decade.

"Let's go, shall we."

They both walk up to her dad's car, which was a fancy one of course. They both made their way to work, sat in a comfortable silence whilst Belle checked her emails to inform Mr. Holland later on.

"You have a good day today," the brunette spilt as she ran into the building knowing she was late. Her father waved back at her as he unpacked what was in his car. Sprinting out of the elevator everyone was minding their own business, which she thanked for. Belle walked into the hallway leading to her boss' office.

She gently knocked on the door, she didn't hear an answer though. Belle knocked again to not get a response, she huffed in annoyance and walked into the office to see Mr. Holland shirtless running and focusing intensely on the treadmill.

The Britt then realised that someone entered the room, he removed his Bluetooth earphones to see his new assistant and his partner blushing as she stared at his chest, her eyes trailing down and down and dow-.

"Belle, like what you see?" Mr. Holland smirked making her snap out of her gaze, she stared up at him again to see him walking towards her. Out of sheer panic, she walked backwards, her back hitting the wall she realised how close his face was to hers. His hands on both sides of her shoulders trapping her, the height difference making her look up at him and him down at her.

Mr. Holland tilted his head, smirking in the process he made his way to her cheek and placed a kiss. "What did I tell you, Belle," he whispered locking his eyes with hers. The sharp man then moved his head again.

"I told you I don't bite, only if you want me too. Kitten," he lustfully whispered making a soft moan escape her lips. Mr. Holland's lips then made their way to her neck, aching for his touch he knew that if he started he wouldn't stop. Instead, Mr. Holland blew air onto her neck making her back arch and a whine escaped her delicate lips.

Mr. Holland's eyes then met Belle's, the hunger in both of their eyes. But, he realised something in the eyes he loved to see, almost like a fear or anxiousness.

"Time to get to work," he whispered making her clear her throat to indicate that she's ready to start her day of work.

The next hour was Belle explaining to him all the meetings he's having later on, calls that were on hold, and emails plus paperwork to be approved. The brunette then moved on to read a huge load of paperwork whilst her boss was attending his first meeting of the day, he allowed her to sit at his table as he didn't mind at all.

During her extreme concentration she snapped when she realised that someone had entered the room, her gaze now at the door she froze in her seat unable to move. Belle's brown globes met ones that she never wanted to see again.

Tim Grey stood in the middle of the room, the tension between them both rising every second. Gathering all the courage she could, Belle closed the files as they were confidential and cleared her throat.

"What do you want," she simply questioned him in diplomacy.

"Didn't miss me?" Tim smirked allowing her to break into a cackle that confused him. Isn't she scared of him?

"Miss you? You abused me! Me! Because you did something wrong. Made me suicidal! Do you actually expect me to crawl back to you after what you did to me? Come on Tim you're smarter than that, all those years of teaching you manners yet you still don't learn!"

The blonde was baffled, how she had so much courage after what he had done to her. He did regret it, don't get him wrong. Tim wanted to see how she was after the many incidents, but he never got the courage, looked like he had it now.

"I just wanted to apologise, Belle. You went through so much and I couldn't bear it! I tried coming over, but I never had the courage to even do it! Do you expect me to think you'd crawl back? I am a bad man, Belle. I just need your forgiveness," he announced with sorrow in his eyes.

What he didn't know was how much Belle knew him, the sorrowful eyes were all an act to hide the evil. She's known him for so long, studied every movement. Belle wasn't an idiot and will not feed the fire. Her expression was anger, with her jaw clenched and eyes as cold as a blizzard.

As she was about to say something, she heard the door unlock. The brown-eyed girl stood up from the seat to see the one and only Mr. Holland stride in, soon to stop as he saw someone he had recognised.

"Tim? Tim Grey! It's been a while! How's Matthew," Mr. Holland questioned him in surprise as he shook his hand. Belle, on the other hand, a cold expression still plastered on her face. Luckily for her, Belle and Mr. Holland discussed a few words that would be said if something was wrong, meaning she could tell him indirectly.

As both men made their way towards the meeting table he had in his office, he realised the angry demeanour that was plastered on his partners face. Making him awfully puzzled, but continued to talk with the old friend.

"Belle, love."

"Yes, sir?"

"Postpone my next meeting, will you?" Mr. Holland nicely commanded his assistant which she obeyed.

"Sir, don't forget that I have to see my Daddy today. He's making pecan pie with vanilla flavoured ice cream on top, you're invited," she faintly smiled but her eyes burning into his as the suited man realised what she was trying to signal.

Belle used most of the words that they discussed the night before, she stressfully prayed that he had realised what she was trying to signal as she made her way to the other side of the room.

"Tim, I just noticed that some paperwork is needed to be approved. I'm so sorry to cut the time so short, but please come back whenever you want!" Mr. Holland sneakily slid into the conversation making his visitor nod in agreement.

"I'll bring him over, Tom! Don't worry," Tim smiled making his way to the door. The blonde then glanced at his former girlfriend, anger smeared all over her face he smirked as he walked out the door, making sure she noticed in which she did.

5 minutes pass to make sure he was gone, Mr. Holland walked to Belle to see her very frustrated and angry. "Kitten, what's wrong," he demanded to make her turn to face him. Her eyes the darkest it could be, jaw clenched she stared at him.

Belle then sat on his table as he took a seat on his chair, holding her fingers together so hard that her knuckles went white. "Tell me."

The brunette then spilt the whole story to him, making sure that no tears fall. She didn't want him to see her so vulnerable at her first day, but what she didn't expect was how infuriated and furious she was making him smirk in pleasure.

"What are you smirking for!?"

"You look sexy when you're angry," he replied in all honesty making the colour crimson greet her face another time. "You don't want to see my bad side, Sir," the brunette snapped back with a snigger laced around her lips.

"Really?" Mr. Holland questioned her as he stood up from her seat. Both of his large hands made their way to both sides of her thighs, grabbing it hard he pulled her forward so they were face to face.

Examing her facial features the Britt licked his lips charmingly, making her breaths deeper and deeper. "You don't want to see my bad side either, sugar," he breathed he saw her eyebrows lift in sass.

"I bet yours isn't as bad?" Belle smirked as she won the battle, but little did she know that she only was wanting more.

"Hm," Mr. Holland hummed. One of his hands then gently grasped her neck, his brown pools never breaking contact with hers. His thumb calmly rubbing her jawline as she licked her lips.

"So beautiful, don't be angry. You deserve better, and I'm here. Let's discuss this later shall we," his raspy voice boomed around the modern office as she nodded in agreement.

"But, something must be done," the brunette told his partner. His fingers were now on the collar of her shirt, realising that two buttons are undone. "People cannot see, cannot crave what's mine," he whispered closing the undone buttons.

"No one can glance at you, without going through me. You are mine, do you understand," his voice deep and raspy. Little did she know, that once he touches her she will never be the same.

***

ayyy finally updated!

"Don't be scared, love. You're not in trouble," the boss sincerely glanced at her making all her nerves go away, while her father sat in confusion as to how they bonded so quickly even though they barely knew each other.

Her father cleared his throat catching both parties' attention. "Bellatrix, Mr. Holland and I have come to an agreement," he announced making sure he had her full attention. "Dad, may I ask what's this about?"

"You'll know now, now hush," he fakely smiled opening a folder that had many documents in it.

"Now, Belle. I personally talked to your father, we both have come to an agreement that we would like you to work for Holland Industries as my personal assistant. You will be paid regularly since your father is a huge part of this company my three assistants that you met earlier will be transferred to his command," Mr. Holland said, eyes piercing into hers as her breathing became heavier and heavier by the second.

"Bellatrix, I would persuade you but I feel like I already know your answer," her father spoke in a demanding tone forcing her to take the deal.

"Uh, um. May I look at the documents first?"

"Of course. Demitri, I'd like to speak to your daughter alone. You may proceed back to your office where your new assistants will be needing your help," Mr. Holland demanded which made Demitri walk out of the door.

It was only them now, and knowing how far his office is from everyone else's she started to panic. What if he killed her? Oh, come on Belle don't be stupid. No, but seriously! Would he? Belle's head was turning round and round when she finally blocked it all out.

"Let's go through the documents," he announced starting with the first contract. Throughout the contracts she really saw his business side, explaining every single sentence to her making sure she knew what she was getting into.

They also discussed when she would start working, she offered to start now. But, he refused immediately as she needed the proper work clothes and to read some sheets that he'd be giving her. Belle nodded in approval lowkey excited that she has some reading and homework to do.

There was one contract left, his eyes sparkled looking at it in which she didn't comprehend. But she had a feeling it would be something personal, by the looks of it.

"Belle, you are 19 years of age, correct?" He questioned making her nod in uncertainty as she leaned back in the chair.

"Do you trust me?"

"I met you last week, do you really think I would trus-"

"Just answer me."

"Yeah sure, all you've been is nice to me," she mumbled cracking her fingers.

"Are you gonna fight me?" He questioned with a smirk plastered on his rich face making her look down trying to calm her self before she actually does.

"Stop stalling, what's the contract about."

Mr. Holland then flipped to the first page, deeply taking a breath he focused on her brown globes trying to find what's hidden behind them. She focused on him, how his brown eyes sparkled but soon turned dark, almost lustful. The tension rising between them both.

"Belle Lorems, I am intrigued by you. I want to spend time with you, get to know you better. Take you to balls and parties, meet my friends and family. In exchange for your company, I'll be paying you. It seems that your father doesn't spend much on you even though I give him a huge salary, so I want to do it instead. I need you closer to me, so I introduced the idea of you being my assistant to your father. If you say yes, you can ask anything you want. If you say no, I still respect your decision," he declared in a serious tone.

Belle sat there shocked, she didn't believe what she just heard. Her mouth slightly open she blinked her eyes a couple of times to sink in the information she just received. Pinching herself slightly she knew this wasn't a dream.

"S-So, you want me to be your sugar baby?"

"Technically," the man nodded hoping for an honest opinion. He was a very strong leader, very ambitious. But, Mr. Holland did care about Belle dearly. Even though he hasn't known her for long, her records show everything he needed to know. She needed somebody to love her, she's too selfless, which can be a good thing, but he wanted to make her feel like a princess.

"Do I have to give you my decision now?" The brunette hesitantly asked in which he shook his head is disapproval.

"No, love. Tell me your answer whenever you feel comfortable. You're free to leave if you want to," he smiled standing up as he slithered his arm around her little waist.

"But Mr. Holland, I don't have a ride back home," Belle stuttered as she fiddled with her fingers yet again.

"Have a driver's license?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Take one of my cars, I'll come by later anyways to talk to your father so I can pick it up." Mr. Holland stated walking out of the elevator into his private parking lot.

"No way! No chance in hell! What if I wreck your car? What if I crash! What if someone steals it and it'll be all my fault-"

"Belle," he gently grasped both of her wrists averting her attention to his. Belle was panting, she was tired of the bad thoughts that flowed into her brain.

"It's okay, I promise. Take whatever you desire," the Britt grinned as he showcased his luxurious cars to the shy girl in which her eyes widened at the sight. Different sport, luxury, and most expensive cars were displayed in front of her. Different colours, different styles, and structure.

"So?"

"You choose," she whispered. She wanted him to choose so he would pick a car that he used often for her to drive, Belle didn't want to drive something brand new as she would wreck it. Although, she knew she was a good driver and was very confident of herself.

"Take the Porsche Cayenne, love." Mr. Holland announced unlocking the safe box where all of the keys were stored, he walked back to her and put the keys into her grip. "Are you sure, Mr. Holland? I can take a taxi," she explained but his large hand covered her mouth making her stop talking.

"Hush, kitten. I told you it's alright. Now, go enjoy," his emotion shifted from dominance to happiness in seconds which baffled her. Belle shyly walked up to the dark purple car, unlocking it and seating herself in the driver's seat. She closed the door, rolling down the window as he walked up to it.

"Drive safe, love. Everything is there for you," he declared in which she nodded. He then opened the garage gate by pressing the button and bid her a goodbye, she reversed as she saw his figure disappearing as the elevator doors closed.

As she drove home, she got used to the car immediately, which surprised her. Pulling up the driveway to her lovely family quarters, she saw her whole family was there, looking out of the living room window to be exact. Belle huffed in annoyance as she had to explain how she got such a car, or why she was driving it.

Unlocking the door she hopped out to unlock the back seat's door, under the dozens of contracts she found a box with a lavender bow on it. She grabbed all of her stuff locking the car behind her. Belle cursed when she caught her family's gaze from the living room.

"Who's car is that for, Bellatrix?" Everyone asked simultaneously leading her to lick her lips in nervousness.

"Um, uh. Mr. Holland gave it to me in order to drive home safely to read all the documents for my job with him." Belle spoke straightforward leading them to nod their heads.

"You got the job?" Her father asked, even though he saw her earlier.

"No, I want to re-read through the documents again."

"Have fun with that, loser!" Her older brother Klaus screamed as he played with his football.

Belle raced upstairs to her bedroom, locking the door behind her she changed from her sweats into a very large graphic tee, leaving her warm-toned legs on display, and untying her hair leaving her straight hair cascade onto her back. She plopped down onto her bed unwrapping the big box she had received. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw a MacBook Pro displayed in front of her, she then lifted the card with a beautiful handwriting.

"To Belle, I hope that your new phone and laptop suit you. You can contact me further on the contract on either device, my contact is listed. Mr. Holland," the words escaped her lips so smoothly. She searched through the box and saw the latest iPhone paired with her laptop, she felt guilty that he had spent so much on her already.

As she was walking downstairs to get her a few snacks to accompany her whilst reading the files she saw that her phone was already set and ready to go, with all social media and emails that have been transferred to her.

"Is that a new phone?" Her older siblings scared her making her squeal in fright, she believed that they were those twins in the horror movies.

"Yeah, why."

"Who got it for you," her sister Luna interrogated her grabbing one of her mom's delicious confections of the countertop. Belle rummaged through the pantry to find some chips, fruit, and coconut water.

"M-Mr. Holland," she stuttered pouring the coconut water into the blender as she was creating her all-time favourite berry smoothie.

"Sounds like a sugar daddy to me," Klaus chuckled with Luna. But soon he realised that her face turned bright red, his expression was as shocking as anything. He turned to his sister and whispered what he had just realised, Luna put her hand to her mouth with eyes wide.

"He is your sugar daddy! That's why you have that car outside, and a new phone," he screeched making Belle scrunch her eyebrows. She took her snacks and headed for her bedroom yet again, the only place she loved as much as the lab.

2 hours in and Belle already finished all the contracts for her job, but now it was the only contract that she knew took time. The Contract, she cringed at the words engraved on the paper but soon would get used to it.

"Rule no. 1: Be honest and tell whatever is on your mind, be open with Mr. Holland," she read in which she didn't mind. As she read through the rules they were all okay until she reached the very intimate and sexual bit, she took a deep breath and began.

"Rule no. 23: Do not force yourself to do anything you are not comfortable with to please Mr. Holland," she scrunched her nose as she re-read it over and over. Yes, she was smart with a 4.0 GPA but she didn't quite understand it.

Belle then decided to call Mr. Holland to ask him about the rule, she picked up her phone and pressed his contact number. Just as she was about to close, she heard his voice. Placing the phone to her ear she heard him panting.

"Mr. Holland, are you okay?"

"Yes, love. Just on the treadmill," she then heard beeping noises indicating that he turned off his treadmill and left the room.

"Um, Mr. Holland I have a question," she asked shyly playing with her necklace she pulled up one leg to place her head on her knee.

"Yes."

"Rule no. 23, I don't quite comprehend it," The brown eyed girl whispered making sure that her family didn't hear her.

"Oh, basically if we were to ever have sex, I wouldn't want you to force yourself to do something you're not comfortable with just to please me." His raspy British accent seeped through the phone allowing a red tint to erupt on her cheeks.

"And Rule no. 28?"

"That's a bit self-explanatory, love. You either call me one of the names that are listed," he explained making her smile.

"So, you like it when I call you Daddy?" She smirked trying to muffle her chuckles, Belle then heard him groan on the other side of the phone making her gasp followed by a deep breath.

"Belle, don't joke with me."

"What's wrong Daddy?" Belle then roared with laughter as she can imagine Mr. Holland on the other side growling and growing angry.

"I definitely use that for jokes, don't expect me to use it for anything else," she smiled flipping through the pages of the contract making sure she didn't miss anything else.

"So, have you made your decision?"

"Yes, come to collect the contracts Mr. Holland," Belle sassily replied closing the phone. There was no going back now, her signature was already plastered on the official paper. She didn't know why she even did it, but she wanted to enjoy the thrill of it. Belle wanted to enjoy being loved by someone, not for attention but for affection.

The brunette made sure she signed most of the contracts, after that she ate her snacks whilst watching some shows she missed out on. An hour into her all-time favourite show Sherlock, she heard a knock on her door. "Come in!"

The door then unlocked to reveal a handsome man who she had seen earlier, his eyes scanning every part of her body as she tried to cover herself. "How are you, doll?" Mr. Holland questioned her making her fake pout.

"What?"

"I was watching Sherlock!"

"Benedict would be happy that you said that, love." He smiled grabbing her hand gently placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. "You know him!" Belle squealed loudly in excitement.

"We worked on a business agreement together, you seem excited to see him more than me?"

"Of course I'm excited to see you, but how he played him made me who I am today," the brunette smiled sincerely remembering how she taught herself the Mind Palace Technique, or how she dressed up as Sherlock way before the shows, but the books.

"Get changed, I'm taking you shopping," Mr. Holland snapped her out of her daydream making her eyes broaden and her cheeks tint themselves again.

"Rule no. 4, I can spend as much money on you as I please. Now, get your arse to your closet to get dressed. I'll be downstairs having a nice chat with your father," he got up from the bed fixing his tie and checking his watch to see it's half past 4.

"Why do I have a feeling that you'll be lecturing him?" She screamed from her bathroom whilst she was changing.

"Don't you worry, love. I won't be long, meet me downstairs!"

After their small conversation, Belle applied a light amount of makeup with a soft winged liner to give it a natural look. She chose her high waisted light blue skinny jeans, a mustard yellow top, and some flats.

Belle proceeded down the stairs where she saw Mr. Holland and her father having a serious conversation, but they soon stopped when they saw Belle at the end of the steps. She looked sun-kissed, natural and not cakey like other girls.

"Shall we?"

"We shall," she beamed as she took his hand as they walked off the patio and to the car she was driving earlier. During the drive, they stopped to get coffee on their way to a fancy area for fashion and rich people.

"How did the pop squad take in your news?" Belle chuckled at the thought of them squealing, she never really was fond of their behaviour during her days at the lab. She's actually quite shocked that they took the same major as her, but she will never judge a book by its cover.

"Who?"

"Your former assistants, Erika and her friends. Sir," the brunette informed him trying out the words that she has to call him. Although, she will be calling him Sir as he is now her boss.

"Oh, they really call themselves that?" Mr. Holland chuckled entering the fancy area where she saw rich people walk with their poodles and butlers. "They took it quite harshly, but I told them they'd be more relaxed under your father's control and focus more on their studies."

"So I won't be relaxed working for you?" Belle quickfire making him shake his head with a smirk laced around his lips.

"I know what I'm about to give you will be easy for you, spoke with your Professor. He told me that you finish all his assignments for the next week in class, quite impressive," Mr. Holland admitted taking a glance at her than focusing on the road.

"Thank you, Sir."

They both then sat in awkward silence as he looked for where the parking is, Mr. Holland may seem as very demanding, but in reality he hated people parking his car for him. Them standing out in the sun, taking in the harshness of spoiled brats is already enough, they didn't need his hell.

As they parked, they both jumped out and Belle was shocked as to how no paparazzi were bombarding them. "It's an enclosed area. love," he spoke making her nod her head in comprehension.

They enter a store for the shall we say work environment, the lady of course welcomed them and offered some champagne in which Mr. Holland accepted but Belle refused. "Okay, love. I've already picked out some clothes for you, try them out," he smiled ushering her to the fitting room where she saw multiple outfits.

Belle walked out with the first outfit, a plain white top with a pencil skirt in which he nodded too. After countless amounts of outfits, Mr. Holland went to the cashier where Belle tried to take out her money in which he refused instantly.

"Remember rule no. 5? I pay for everything that you desire."

"Oh, can I at least pay for our dinner."

"No."

"Pleaaaassseee??" Belle begged to unleash her puppy face making him stare at her in confusion, but soon he gave up and agreed. But, he reminded her that only this once she has the chance to pay for something in which she thanked him for.

They made their way into yet again another fancy store, but he dragged her to the lingerie section making her blush greet her cheeks yet again. "What am I doing here," she whispered looking around to see only a few couples around.

"I booked a room for you, chose a few things. Try them on," Mr. Holland slid his arms around her waist pulling her close. "You don't need to show me," he continued. His lips then moved to her ear making her shocked and unable to speak.

"Make sure they look nice, can't wait to see them soon," Mr. Holland seductively whispered in her ear making her muffle her scream, what a fucking tease.

Belle tried on many sets of it, making sure she doesn't show him because she's shy and that's not what you show to a guy that you met a week ago.

"How is everything, kitten?"

"Good, I think I'm ready to go."

They made their way out of the store heading to their car they placed all of the bags in the back of the car. She huffed in relief as he revved the engine and made his way to the main road, "oh you fucking jerk."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you! I'm almost home and I was supposed to buy you dinner!"

Mr. Holland chuckled pulling up to the driveway of her home, he parked and then glanced at her with lust in his eyes, how the moonlight kissed her face and how she looked down and blush drove him to insanity. With all of the bags in her hand she bid him a goodnight making her way up to her room, she looked from her window and he signalled her to call him in which she agreed to do.

As he drove away she beamed, she finally knew how it felt to be cared for and loved by someone with just one intimate moment. Belle changed into her graphic tee and placed all the bags in her closet, she then made herself comfortable on her bed when she then heard that she received a message on her phone.

"Oh, no."

***

cliffhanger yet again ;)

Belle was currently walking back to that café she visited last week, ordering the same drink and savoring it with every sip. Pacing to her campus she still had a half hour left until she was due to the lab, where she spent most of her time. Drowning in her daydreams, Belle was rudely interrupted by her phone vibrating in her back pocket. Huffing in frustration she checked the contact to see her one and only love, her best friend Antoni.

"Hey girl," he screamed once she answered the phone leading her to scream in fright.

"God damn it, Antoni, you scared me!"

"Whatever, sis. Anyways, what are you doing after the lab?" Her best friend asked in which she thought, checking her calendar she found nothing and smiled.

"Nothing, finally!" The brunette smiled hearing him squeal on the other side of the phone.

A little background on their extravagant friendship. Belle and Antoni have been neighbors, living across each other since they were smaller. Throughout them blossoming into their bodies, Antoni had a serious talk with Belle in which he came out to her as bisexual. She hugged him telling him it's perfectly okay to love anybody.

Now, they were inseparable. Belle and Antoni both studied at the same university, but Antoni was on the culinary campus whilst Belle was on the scientific one. Checking her watch whilst talking to her friend she sighed in content as she'd be going to the lab again.

"Toni gotta go. See you at the café at 12 sharp?" Belle asked her best friend in which he hummed in reply. She then hung up lightly smiling imaging her best friend dancing in the kitchens because they were going out, she then started to pace again to the lab to meet with her classmates and Professor Davidson. He was a middle-aged man with attractive features, but Belle being Belle, she never found him attractive like the other girls in her class.  

"Good morning class, good morning Belle," the ginger announced looking at Belle putting her lab coat on. Most of the girls in her class scolded her because she was the teacher's favorite or as they would like to call her the teacher's pet. The brown-eyed girl looked down with a blush of embarrassment.

Throughout them studying the growth of different bacterias, she heard a group of girls whispering her name a couple of times before grabbing their attention. "Do you guys need help with anything?" She questioned the group next to her in confusion.

"Is it true that Tom Holland had dinner at your house?" One of the platinum blondes out of the group asked her fakely.

"Uhm, uh yeah. Why?" Belle stuttered walking to the Professor's desk handing him her completion of today's assignment. "Beautiful, as always. Thank you, Belle, for finishing early, you may leave if you want," Professor Davidson glanced at her with a smile.

She proceeded back to her desk to see the group of girls still whispering, as she was packing up the same platinum blonde girl named Erika walking up to her forcing her to stop packing.

"Back off, he's mine, working for him and soon pleasing him," she whispered venomously leading Belle to look down in panic. But she then heard the voice that saved her almost everytime, Antoni walking into the classroom asking the Professor to take Belle away

"What's happening here?" Antoni displayed his signature smile making all of the girls except his best friend swoon. He was wearing a loose striped shirt that had one side tucked in while the other one hung freely with washed out light blue jeans and his signature glasses and slightly curly brown hair.

"Nothing was just heading out," Belle whispered grabbing whatever's left of her books and running out the door with her best friend by her side. "Bee, are you okay?" He questioned her grabbing her shoulders.

"Yeah, they were just up to their normal popular girl shenanigans!" Belle laughed it off picking up her phone to see a missed call from an unknown number. Her eyebrows scrunched in bewilderment as she asked her best friend if he was familiar with the number, he shook his head not knowing.

Walking to the café with the arms locking each other they gossiped about typical college drama, laughing heading into the café. Ordering their drinks and lunch, they found a cute seat close to the window where sat across each other.

"Spill everything about that dinner, Bee!" He squealed whilst the food was placed in front of them both, they thanked the waiter then Antoni got into the juicy bit.

"Was he hot? Who was he? Rich? Suits! Watc-," the Canadian rambled causing his best friend to shut him up.

"Toni, shut up! God, let me speak!"

"Shy girl into a sassy girl, he was definitely rich and handsome. Admit it!" Antoni screeched pointing his fork at Belle making her laugh and turn red.

"Basically, it was uhm. uhh," she stuttered making his eyes widen with every stutter hoping for an answer.

"Oh my god is that Tom Holland walking into this little ass café right now!" The culinary sophomore averted his eyes onto the figure who pranced into the café wearing a Nike sports shirt with pairing jogging shorts and shoes. He removed his Bluetooth earphones and walked up to the counter in which the cashier blushed profusely, he smirked but then heard a familiar voice.

"I-It was him"

"I have a boyfriend. Damn, you can get it."

The billionaire glanced at the windows to see Demitri's daughter, Belle, sitting with a rather attractive man opposite of her laughing at each other. His blood boiled but then simmered when he heard the man scream that he has a boyfriend, looking at her without puffy eyes and a tight dress she still looked beautiful to him. Wearing sweatpants and an oversized cropped black hoodie, she seemed relaxed.

Once he got his coffee to go, he settled on greeting her and her friend. Mr. Holland walked up to the table to see her blush rising again like it did when he first met her. "Oh, Mr. Holland w-what a pleasure," the brunette stuttered standing up with her eyes directed towards the floor.

"The pleasure is all mine, Bellatrix."

"Hi!" Antoni waved at the chiseled man leading him to lightly smile.

"Hello, you must be Antoni?" Mr. Holland asked the sophomore even though he knew. Ever since the dinner he had her whole life researched, yes that maybe stalker-ish. But, he was very intrigued by her and being a rich businessman, he had to know.

"Oh, you know my name? Yes!" Antoni shook his hand as Belle watched the whole interaction between her best friend and her dad's boss. Mr. Holland's smile then wiped when he turned to Belle, giving her a rather dominating look. "Bellatrix, your father and I have been negotiating and we'd love to have you at the towers after you've spent time with Antoni. My assistant tried reaching you, but I'm afraid you were in class," Mr. Holland explained to the five-foot girl in front of him.

"Oh, she's done! She's definitely done," Antoni smirked wiggling his eyebrows at his best friend making her eyes widen in embarrassment.

"If he says so, I'll meet you outside."

"Okay," she whispered fiddling with her fingers as he walked away. Once he was out of hearing distance Antoni ran to her untying her hair, fixing it and giggling non-stop. "What's wrong with you, do you want to go instead of me?" She asked her anxious best bud.

"Honey, I'm taken. But, you're not so ha!" He smiled swiftly turning her around allowing her to stroll out the door.

"Get that dick, Bee!" Antoni waved at his best friend as she balled her fist making him put up his hands in surrender. He laughed as Belle signaled him to call her later in which he nodded too, Antoni sat back down and saw that she half of the bill to which he giggled at, typical Belle.

There she stood, outside waiting for the most expensive car to pop out of nowhere. She pulled out her phone to check her social media, scrolling through Instagram she saw Erika and her 'squad' in front of the same café as the caption.

"Don't take what's mine, beast."

Belle then sighed in distraught but was interrupted with the revving of an engine, she looked up to see Mr. Holland driving a Mercedes G63 in black, basically those aesthetic boxcars that every rich person owns.

"Are you gonna come in, or what?"

"Oh, yeah sorry about that." She was cut out of her trance when she had to climb the car to get into the passenger seat. Well, that's her workout for the day. Belle then fastened her seat belt to see that he didn't fasten his, she huffed in frustration as safety is the number one priority whilst driving.

Belle then leaned over the compartment to reach for his seatbelt, she then glided the belt down to the buckle, the back of her hand softly contacting his abs in which he groaned. "Did I hurt you?" She stopped midway looking up at him.

"No, love. I'm all good," he glanced down at her and saw her continue until the buckle clicked snapping him out of his trance. Her hand then left and was placed on her lap, he missed her touch. Damn, what was he doing to her and she didn't even know one bit of it!

He then drove down the roads of the university and stopped, she saw Erika and her friends walking up to the car and he breath started to quicken which lead Mr. Holland to stare at her in confusion. "Are you okay, Bellatrix," he asked her placing his hand on her shoulder which automatically helped.

Right when she was about to say something the door opened and Erika hopped into the car with her best friends Troian and Crystal. "I'll tell you later," she whispered leading him to nod his head in approval.

"Good afternoon, girls."

"Heeeeey boss!" Erika smiled and blinked all innocently. She then saw Belle sitting in the front seat with her hands on her lap, she nudged her friends as they soon realized that she was with him they started glaring at her.

"Hey, beast! Saw my Instagram post?" Erika chuckled fakely making Belle lift one of her legs up onto the seat, scared of having a panic attack she decided to talk back instead.

"Yeah, loved the shade," Belle whispered making them laugh obnoxiously like they always did.

"Excuse me, Ms. Hastings. What has come up for you to speak in that tone," Mr. Holland questioned the girl as her eyes suddenly widened at the thought of telling him the truth.

"Nothing, boss."

"Call her that one more time Ms. Hastings and 10% of your salary will be taken away from you and your friends. And, a talk with your fathers. Do I make myself clear," he spat glaring at the road.

"Yes, boss."

They were almost there when Belle questioned everything going around her, what he had told her at that dinner, everything. How she felt comfortable around the infamous Tom Holland, how her whole family has been treating her, the bullies that sat behind her as well. Antoni was the only one who actually cared for her, but she wanted someone to love her more than a friendship.

Breaking her from her daydream, she felt a hand gently rub her thigh making her breath hitch as she saw Mr. Holland smirk.

"Don't worry, kitten. I don't bite," licking his lips he smirked taking one glance of her already red face. Belle looked at the window shyly, liking his touch and comforting her in a way. She felt weird knotts in her stomach as she tilted her head back, she didn't know why she was doing it, but it made her more comfortable.

"Having a headache?" The Britt asked her guiltless knowing exactly what he was doing to her, revenge is definitely sweet.

"Oh, it's another type of ache. Jerk," the brown-eyed girl mumbled in frustration allowing him to chuckle as he pulled up to the parking of his company's building. His hand was then lifted from her thigh making her miss his touch even more.

"Erika, Troian, and Crystal. Continue your paperwork that's due, I need it by my desk tomorrow morning sharp. Understand?" The sharp man turned to look at the three gulp in fear. He then glanced at the door waiting for them to leave the car in which they do very quickly.

"What was it you were gonna tell me, love?"

"Oh, that was nothing." Belle looked at her shoes biting her lip in nervousness. She glanced at him to see his eyes change from concerned to dark in a second, her blush decided to greet her again.

"Don't do that, Belle," he audibly mumbled closing his eyes.

"Do what, Mr. Holland?" His eyes then snapped open to see her innocent eyes staring back at his, how her features turned into concern. How innocent she was made him want her even more, but he couldn't, now wasn't the time for her to face his hell.

"Nothing, darling. Let's head inside, shall we," he lightly smiled at her making her open the car door in which he mimicked. Mr. Holland then led her to the elevator, he pushed the button to the top floor then the awkward silence erupted causing her to yet again look down at the floor.

Ding!

Mr. Holland then walked like he owned the room, which he did. With her following behind her, she felt out of place in her sweatpants and cropped hoodie her eyes were glued to the ground whilst they all stared at her.

He then opened to grand doors displaying a beautifully furnished office that had a wall that was just windows giving it sunlight and a modern look. He sat at the meeting table which was next to the windows where she saw her father's back facing her.

"Hey dad," she greeted him. Her father turned around and fakely smiled at her, turning his back yet again. Soon she realized that Mr. Holland had a towel on his shoulder sat at the front of the desk, her father to his right.

"Have a seat, Ms. Lorems."

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cliffhanger heheheheh.

ily guys so much next chapter will be out soon!

Belle Lorems, a 19-year-old girl who loved her studies and is a very ambitious female of her generation. Belle's childhood consisted of a drunk father who would abuse her mother who was more than innocent, but her mother didn't treat her that well either. All of the attention would go to her elder siblings, her brother Klaus and her sister Luna. Klaus and Belle had a 5 year age gap while Belle and her sister had 2. Let's just say that Belle wasn't the center of attention, but she was the brightest and the most intelligent of them all.

Belle currently studies at the University of New York, where she aspires to become a microbiologist. Sadly, her mother was hoping for her to become a model just like her sister, or an athlete like her brother. Her father was now completely sober but still frustrated whenever Belle was around. It was as though she was the black sheep of the family.

Whenever she used to get the top grade in her whole class, her parents say its good. She's not allowed to spend any money as they are already fed up with her wanting new clothes, mind her, she only had minimal. She was forbidden to drive a car and is obliged to take the bus back home. Which she didn't mind of course, as it was a journey for her.

Speaking of home, Belle returned her book to where it belonged and headed out to go back home. During her 10 minute walk, she encountered a cute little café where she decided to get a cooling beverage. She walked up ordering an iced coffee with an extra shot of espresso in which she savored once she held the drink in her hand.

Belle was indeed owning up to her name, she was a curvy average sized girl who had luxurious long brown hair and a pleasing facial structure. That's what people told her, but she never approved of it.

Unlocking the door to her home announcing her arrival she wasn't surprised when she heard no ones reply. The brunette made her way to the kitchen where she saw her mom baking some sort of cake that smelled delicious.

"What you baking there, Mom?" Belle questioned her mother as she placed her books on the kitchen counter.

"Red velvet cake with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Would you like to try some?" Her mother, Madelaine replied handing a piece of cake to her daughter. Belle was in bewilderment as to how nice her mother was acting.

She moaned in pleasure as the cake melted in her mouth, she glanced at her mother giving her a thumbs up. "Now, I need you to change immediately because a guest is arriving soon. They will have dinner with the whole family since he's your father's boss. Don't act weird, don't talk weird, just don't be yourself. Understand." Belle's mother scolded her as her daughter obeyed her commands grabbing her books and running upstairs.

Belle quickly jumped into the shower, lathering her hair in soap as well as her body. Minutes after her quick but relaxing shower she began her makeup routine, applying winged liner that wasn't as bold as her sisters and pairing it with a bold red lip. She then grabbed her hair dryer contemplating whether to straighten her hair or to curl it, in the end, she confirmed that she would curl her ends leaving a more natural look.

"Jamming out to music isn't what we want our guest to hear, huh?" Her sister Luna walked in wearing her silver silk robe. Belle lightly smiled as she lowered her music down, hoping for the awkward silence to disappear.

"So listen, apparently the guest that dad's bringing over is his boss, right?" The dirty blonde asked her sister in which she nodded. "So, I did a bit of research and figured out that the guest he's bringing is billionaire playboy Mr. Tom Holland!" Her sister squealed whilst her sister stared at her in confusion.

"Come on Bellatrix! You don't even know who The Tom Holland is?"

"Nope never heard of him, to busy studying!" Belle chuckled as she walked into her closet, her sister followed with her phone glued to her face searching the playboy on the internet.

"Him!" Luna pointed at her phone slightly shaking, Belle grabbed her phone and scrolled through the pictures that loaded. He looked demanding, controlling, dominant. She saw him walking out of luxurious stores with girls screaming for him.

"Well, have him all you want!" Belle chose a baggy loose dress to where in which her sister snatched away from her grasp. "You're not wearing that in front of him, I'll give you a dress," her sister ran into her room and came back with a tight-fitting, off shoulder black dress. The Lorems weren't stupid rich, but they did have enough to buy expensive items.

"No, Luna I'm not wearing that!" Belle argued in her baby pink robe as she rummaged her closet to find a dress, but since she didn't have anything she grabbed the dress from her sister's hand and slammed the bathroom door. The brunette then stared in the mirror, looking around her whole body insecurely. She would never wear anything like what she was wearing right now, she paired it with her necklace that she wore every day, it was a snakehead with jewels. Belle decided that today was the day for her kitten heels that she got from a relative a while back.

She left the bathroom to wear the pair of black shoes when she heard commotion downstairs, she cursed to herself as she heard them walk into the dining room. Belle looked at herself one more time reciting her pep talk to herself whilst walking downstairs.

"Breathe, Belle, breathe," she calmed herself down while knocking on the dining room's door.

"Finally, she decided to arrive!" Her mother exclaimed opening the grand door revealing the room of her family and a mysterious man. He stood up expecting a welcome, but as shy as she became she sat opposite of him.

"Bellatrix, darling. Would you get the dinner for us?" Her father demanded her, not expecting no for an answer in which she promptly stood up walking to the kitchen. "I'd love to help her Demitri," she heard their guest say trying to stand up.

"Nonsense! She'll get it herself," her father smiled drinking his glass of wine.

Belle then returned with two dishes juggling in her hands, but as one was about to fall Mr. Holland had caught it looking up into her brown globes, her breath hitched as she glanced at his dark, controlling ones.

"Belle take the dish from Mr. Holland! Now!" Her mother scolded her daughter leading Belle to gently place one dish on the table and taking the other from the billionaire's hand. The five-foot teenager quickly ran to her seat looking down in shame. She never liked how her parents controlled her, but she couldn't talk back as its disrespectful towards them.

Throughout dinner she kept quiet, making sure not to embarrass her family. But, she did want to enjoy the dinner with her food. "So, Klaus. What's your job?" The sharp man looked over to her brother. "Oh, I play for this football team as the attacker!" Klaus briefly explained to his guest.

"What about you, Luna?" Mr. Holland also asked the second oldest of the Lorems.

"Well, I study at a beauty college because I want to be a model!" Luna described to the man trying to act seductive as possible in order to get his number. Her mother stared both children with pride and excitement, but once it was Belle's turn she rolled her eyes.

"Lastly, what do you study Bellatrix?" He asked with a smirk plastered along his lips once he saw her blush intensifying as he kept staring at her.

"It's Belle," she whispered as her shyness was taking over.

"What?" Mr. Holland stared straight into her eyes knowing he was playing games with her, but Belle sat there trying to maintain her composure.

"Um, uh, it's Belle. And, um uh oh yeah, wait," The brunette started stuttering forgetting everything as her mind started going blank.

"It's okay darling, you don't need to be shy in front of me," his deep British accent seeped through as he was drinking his wine, never breaking eye contact.

Belle coughed, she felt weird feelings after he had said that. "I am a sophomore studying to be a microbiologist," she announced speaking loud and clear.  She then continued munching on her vegetables.

"That's quite hard. Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I find the topic very fascinating and requires more concentration and intelligence. In which I think I have," Belle replied looking down at her hands that were hidden under the table.

"I would've expected Bellatrix to end up as a librarian in one of those adult films," her brother laughed while the others chuckled at her except Mr. Holland. He glanced at her to see tears forming in her eyes, he felt angry. He felt hurt, mad, and wanted to punch every single one of them for hurting such a precious rose like that.

"May I be excused?" Belle asked her mother in which she obliged, the brunette ushered towards the bathroom locking herself in and looking at herself. Belle saw tears forming in her eyes, but she didn't want them to spill as she spilled enough. She glanced in the mirror and she saw someone pathetic, someone who didn't deserve anything like this hurt and abuse. Belle only hoped for a miracle.

The teenager then heard footsteps coming to the door, she held her breathe hoping it wasn't one of her family members. Then, her thoughts of panic were interrupted by a few knocks on the door.

"Belle, may I enter?" She heard the Britt question her from the other side of the door. Belle fixed herself up, but her puffy eyes were evident. She then unlocked the door to find a concerned young man looking all over her face, almost checking if she didn't hurt herself.

"Sorry I took so long Mr. Holland, forgive me," the youngest Lorems looked down fiddling with her fingers. The cunning businessman then took her hands into his own, making her gaze up at his own brown globes.

He gently pushed her back inside the bathroom locking it behind him. Mr. Holland then glanced down at her, he delicately grabbed her waist lifting her up on the countertop of the marvellous bathroom. Stood in between her legs his fingers rubbed her hands as she was trying her hardest not to let the tears fall, not again.

"Tell me everything, love," he begged her, knowing a man like him would never beg for anything.

"This has been happening since I was around 5 years old, my parents and my siblings basically bullying me for every step, every breath, every action I am being targeted. I can't defend myself because I hate the thought of talking back to someone older than me, it's disrespectful and rude. Especially when they talk about my career choice, my parents wanted me to be famous and have flashing cameras everywhere," Belle vented not daring to examine the man's facial expression.

"I-I tried to hide in my university, but I have to come home to cook and clean for them. I just have to live with it," she huffed fiddling with her fingers.

He then cupped her cheek, making her look at him. Belle's eyes closed gently as the heat of his hand introduced itself to her tear-stained cheek, leaning into it.

"You've been a very good girl, obeying everyone's command. I like that, and Belle you're the Cinderella in your own fairy tale. Hopefully, you will meet your prince soon," he sincerely smiled at the girl in front of him. Belle then pulled him into a hug, holding him tight hoping he'd never leave and inhaling his strong cologne that relaxed her immediately.

They both let go of the hug and Belle jumped down from the countertop, she turned around and gazed at the mirror, not noticing Mr. Holland's hands around her waist as he hugged her from behind.

"Look at yourself, Belle. You're stunning, beautiful, intelligent, and perfect. What more would a man want, what more would anyone want? Forget what they said, now it's time to focus on you now." He scanned her in the mirror, from head to toe she was flawless in his eyes.

In his eyes, she was indeed perfect, exactly who he imagined he would be with. Shy, intelligent, submissive.

But he wondered, what would it be like to have her all. Hold onto her, spoil her. In the end, all he ever wanted was a baby girl.

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hope you enjoyed that chapter!

“Y/N?!?! Where have you been! I have been waiting all day!” The blond haired lady frantically screamed at you as she was typing on her smartphone. 

“Mrs. Cordelia I-,” you tried to explain, but she cut you off. “No, Y/N. Save it! I am too nice to you by letting you come in at 10! Be here tomorrow at 9:30! I have a visitor and I want to make the best impression, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mrs. Cordelia.”

“And buy some new work clothes, the black button up makes you look fatter, which is impossible cause the colour black makes you skinnier,” she sternly judged glancing at your normal work outfit.

“I’ll get right on it, madam.” You internally huffed closing her office door behind you. 

After what felt like a light year, you were finally done with work and decided to head to the mall to get some new clothes for Mrs. Cruella De Vil. You bought new shirts, which were white and made of silk with a matching black pencil skirt.

You drove to your shared house with your husband, Joe. After the success with his recent movies with his 3 best friends, Joe built an empire and is now the CEO of a fashion company. 

Of course, he offered you a job. But, you wanted to earn your spot rather than get it out of pity. You finally drove up to your driveway and thanked the universe for getting away from the epitome of the devil, you couldn’t wait to change out of your clothes and cuddle with Joe.

Your shared home wasn’t too big, but it was the perfect size. You had a small library connected to the office, an underground gym, and two floors. It was perfect for a family, which you were hoping to consider soon.

You removed and placed your heels by Joe’s loafers, running up the stairs you rushed to your room and kept the bags on your grey couch that was in front of your king sized bed. 

You promptly entered your walk in closet and changed into an oversized knit sweater with matching knee high socks. Those pants were unbearable, so you decided to let your legs breathe without wearing anything.

You headed to Joe’s office where you can hear his fingers tapping quickly on the designated letters, you lightly knocked letting yourself in. He looked up and saw the tired look on your face, without any words, he ushered you to sit with him. Well, on him.

“What’s wrong, my love,” your husband weakly smiled combing his fingers through your hair. Joe then pulled you closer to him, with your legs draping across his thighs. 

“Mrs. Cordelia,” you huffed as you snuggled into his neck. His scent intoxicating you, you whined as his hands smothered your body with love and affection.

“It’s okay, kitten. She’ll be better,” he whispered into your ear as his hand trailed closer and closer to your inner thigh. Your whimpered as his hand past by his most prized possession, making its way to your neck. 

Joe gently grasped your throat forcing your gaze to meet his, you knew that he was going to say something that’ll make you orgasm on the spot. The way his eyes were hooded with lust and dominance, he was a CEO after all.

“No one overworks you, sugar. Only I do,” he growled. Your breathing got heavy, you loved it when he teased. But, you were an absolute mess above and under him. 

He then gently grabbed you closer, placing his plump lips against yours. Yes, it’s year 2 of your marriage, but damn you always had explosives in your stomach when he placed his lips against yours.

“Go sleep, my love. You’ll be needing your energy for another day with her,” Joe sincerely announced carrying you to your shared room. 

“It’s only 10!” You squealed as he tickled your sides when you were gently put onto your bed. The brunette then tucked you in lovingly, placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“Goodnight, babygirl,” his words ran down his lips with warmth, making your heart flutter as he turned off the lights. Your sleepiness then made its attack as your eyes closed quickly making you fall into a dreamless slumber.

It’s the next morning, and you wake up groaning into your pillow. It was 7, and Mrs. Cordelia demanded you to bring coffee for her and her visitor, apparently they booked for an early meeting.

Glancing to your side, you realised that your lover was not snoring lightly like he always does. But, a note was there instead.

Had to go to an early meeting, see you when I get home. I love you.

- Joe

You read the words a loud, you smiled in content because he knew how much you worried about his departures. Especially when he got to work from home, which was most of the time. 

You then walked into your bathroom getting ready for yet another gruesome day, basically everyday. You decided to elegantly curl your hair, seeing that you have the time in the world. 

You mainly focused on your eyes with makeup, just winged eyeliner and a light brown eyeshadow shade. With your face, you always went for a glowy look, but not too obvious. 

You were done with getting ready, and now it was time to get changed. You were going to go for the set that you recently purchased, but thought about a black turtleneck with the black pencil skirt paired with red heels. A chic yet not too vibrant look.

You ran downstairs when you came to the realisation that it was 5 minutes to 9, and the coffee shop was far from the office. You saw that your husband made a to go bag, and you couldn’t be more blessed with this man. 

You hurdled to your car, racing out you made your way to the coffee shop to get your boss and her guest two macchiatos. You speeded your way through the cars and into the parking garage, you ran to the elevator and prayed that you weren’t even a minute late.

9:29 AM

You basically fell over your desk with the coffee cups in both of your hands, you also got scones because you knew she’d scream at you if you didn’t get her guest “something to eat”.

Your alarm buzzed as the time struck 9:30 AM, you sighed in relief as you made your way through the cold hall towards a cold blooded snake. 

You faintly knocked on the door, hearing her reply for you to enter, you made your way to her large meeting table and placed the order down. Looking down, you didn’t realise the visitor until he coughed loudly.

You glimpsed at the man with the black suit, his white dress shirt unbuttoned to buttons down revealing skin. His brown hair fluffly tossed around. his cufflinks shining as the sun hit it, and his extremely large hands. 

Hands that you were oh so familiar with. There he sat, your husband in all his glory as he glanced back at you. Your cheeks were greeted with a deep red tint as you stood by Mrs. Cordelia.

“Oh, Mr. Mazzello, I forgot to introduce you to my assistant,” the blond announced staring daggers into you to introduce yourself.

“Hi, Mr. Mazzello. I’m Ms. Y/F/N,” you smirked shaking his hand. Joe knew the exact game you were playing, using your maiden name instead of your shared one. And, you definitely knew you were going to get punished for this, but who cares, right?

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/F/N,” the CEO weakly smiled at you. “Oh, you’re so kind. Joe,” your boss laughed touching your husband’s arm, stroking it gently.

This is when you were furious, no one could touch your husband. Well, Ben can cause they’re stuck together like glue, but other than him. No one. 

Your heart escalated, Joe knew exactly what you were going to do, and he didn’t mind watching a show. 

“Y/N, get me next week’s issue so I show Mr. Mazzello a sneak peak,” she fakely smiled at you demanding you to get her the files. The desk wasn’t that far from the meeting table, so you could hear their conversation.

“Mrs. Cordelia, I’m flattered. But, I have a wife,” your husband spoke sophisticatedly. 

“I don’t see your wife around,” Mrs. Cordelia seductively teased. This is when you sharply turned, you growled as you saw your boss’ hand riding up Joe’s thigh. 

You then strutted to the meeting table, throwing the files onto the table you slapped her hand off of your property.  

“How rude, Y/N! Hitting your own boss in front of her guest! Would you want me to fire you,” she shouted grasping her hand as though she was hurt.

“Why are you touching him, he has a wife!”

“Why do you care so much, huh? She’s not around! I bet she’ll love talking to me about her creative, sexy, and smart husband,” Mrs. Cordelia smirked standing up to reach your height.

“I don’t think she will,” you hissed crossing your arms so you wouldn’t throw a punch at her jaw.

“And why is that?” Your boss cackled as she stepped closer to you.

“Because,” you smirked evilly as you pushed her hair back gently. Your lips made their way up to her ear, the silence spoke louder than the both of you.

“You’re talking to the wife,” you whispered with venom laced around your words, and a smirk plastered Joe’s lips as he saw you dominate someone else who’s twice your size.

“Sit down, Cordelia,” you spat making her sit down. She wasn’t scared at all, which made your blood boil even more.

“Listen up, bitch. I get that my husband is creative, sexy, and smart. But, the last time I checked, I have the rock on my finger. You’re too fucking blind to notice my last name is Mazzello, and not Y/F/N,” you then moved to tower her fragile little body that you broke with just your eyes.

“Plus, you were touching MY property. Oh! I totally forgot! You have a husband right? What if I told you that you made a move on his ally, ruining his company and making ours strive higher.”

“Y/N, I can fire you. Well, you’re already fired for threatening your boss,” she smugly replied crossing her legs.

“That’s a threat to you? I feel sorry for your enemies, that’s a threat? Let me tell you a threat. Lay a finger on my man again, and trust me the only thing that’ll be going down that throat of yours is your last paycheck,” you growled as you felt a hand wrap around your waist.

“And, Cordelia. I talked with your bosses, as of now, I bought the whole company. Don’t you dare insult my wife, ever, you understand,” his voice now deep and dominant.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, your arousal to his voice created a knot in your whole body.

“Leave my office, and don’t think about your stuff. We’ll have someone send it for you, with your paycheck wrapped around a tiny dildo, maybe that’ll make you cum faster,” you barked as Joe’s grip grew tighter onto your waist.

“Behave, little girl,” your husband huskily growled in your ear as your former boss left the room in tears. She deserved it, after years of torture, you finally got your revenge. 

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then, I’ll have you over my lap with your perky ass up in the air for me. You’ll get spanked so hard that you won’t be able to walk into your new office that I just got for you, or wear that tight little skirt that you’re wearing right now,” he placed both of his hands on your waist and slapped your ass lightly.

You whined as you glanced up at him with your innocent eyes, you pecked his lips and fluttered your eyelashes.

“Take me home, and fuck me.”

“What’s the magic word, baby.”

“Please, Joe,” you whimpered as his breath fanned over your clothed neck.

“Your wish is my command, doll. But, you’re getting punished for being a bad girl,” he whispered in your ear as you made your way out of the office.