Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince Macy's first instinct was to say no. Well, her first instinct was to push Damien away when he rested his hands on the desk, putting himself above her to where she really had to crane her neck to look up at him. A strange choice for the man, considering his face was within slapping distance. She balled up her right hand and struggled to keep it firmly at her side, fighting the urge to bring it up and make contact with her boss's cheek. But instead, she lifted that hand and used it to push away his caress, gently but with enough force to let him know she wouldn't have any of it. The touch against her cheek was confusing... if he did it to ensure she agreed to his proposal, it was a horrible tactic. It was unwanted and uncalled for, but at the same time it made her feel comfortable and it made her feel as if she were going to cry at her predicament. Yeah... no, she would have none of it. I'm not entirely sure pride is that big of a sin. What's so wrong with looking down on women who don't play fair? They went through the same education I did, so it's not my fault if they aren't willing to utilize it for their gain. It's also wrong for a number of reasons. First of all, it promotes horrible work environment and treatment of employees. Second, imagine the shame for the company if the scandal were ever released... like how it is now. George's sexual exploitation of his female employees is bound to reduce our magazine sales for a while. And third, it's just gross. Her head lowered so that she was looking forward instead of up at him, thinking about the implications of this new deal, and she sighed. Why me? Why don't you punish Andrea for being a liar and a cheat? I mean, yes pride is one of the seven greatest sins, but she's got quite a lot going for her. Envy over my senior assistant job despite having a poor taste in fashion. Sloth for being too fucking lazy to write her own columns or offer up her own ideas. And lust, lots of it. Macy paused, looking back to his black eyes. You're right. I would prefer death rather than being turned into an Andrea. But I would also give up anything to make my mark on the world, to have the everyone know of my success. Her thoughts drifted sourly to her deadbeat alcoholic father, and she was thirteen again, watching him tear up an essay that had won a school contest. You think this shit is good? Rip. You'll get nowhere in life. Rip. You know who writes shit like this? STUPID PEOPLE. Rip. You're going to end up just like your mother. A stupid crackwhore! Slap. It was no wonder she had issues with authority from time to time, but she was able to hide it well under Heidi's direction. The chief editor was nothing like her father. Of course, her old man had sobered up at some point, even going so far as to ask for her forgiveness and love after he'd gotten over his alcohol addiction. She said yes, but the damage was already done. She needed to show him-- and everyone else-- that she was worth something. And if it meant being turned into a slut... Ugh, she couldn't even think about it without a disgusted shiver sending a tremor throughout her entire body. Macy looked up at Damien once more, a hard glint in those hazel eyes. Fine. Whatever. Sure, I'll do it. But if you think getting through intellectual arrogance is easy, then good luck to you. It was sad that she knew what she was, but in her mind it was still better than having chronic open-legs disease.