Twisted Love

Sofia followed the young butler from the front door through a picture worthy livingroom and into the main guest dining room. A long mahogany table stood proudly in the middle of the room surrounded by numerous empty leather seats and a grand glass chandelier hung above it all.

A young man in jet black suit, a black tablet in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, was sitting at the head of the empty table. Every sip of coffee was performed in a poised yet manly manner. He did not look out of place in the magnificently decorated yet empty space.

"Master, I have brought Miss. McAne to you."

The predator had sensed pray in his territory. The slight tilt of his head sent shivers down Sofia's spine, her senses tingled a warning.

A pair of jet black eyes slowly looked up at Sofia from across the room. A predatory look to cross his eyes. "What can I do for you this early in the morning, Miss. McAne?"

After taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry for disturbing you this early in the morning Mr. King. I just wanted to talk to you about my family's debt. We owe you $1 million. I know this is not right, but I wanted to ask if it is possible to ask for a time extension."

Noticing the slight frown beginning to appear on his face, she quickly continued; "I am not say that we will not pay anything back now. I have had $100,000 saved over the few years. I can pay this amount back right now." She opened her white handbag and slowly took out pile after pile of money wrapped in light brown paper. "This is how much I can pay you back right now. I am looking for a job currently and will be able to pay it all back eventually."

"So you are telling me, you dont have a job or any savings, and still want to ask me to trust you to pay $900,000? Do you think of me as a fool? Do I look that gullible?" The atmosphere of the room continued to drop with each sentence. His voice was neither soft nor loud, but still managed to give her the chills.

"I am a business man Miss. McAne. For me it is all give and take. And Sofia dear, I believe you have a misconception."

"Misconception?"

"I never give money to people and expect them to just give it back to me. I make deals my dear. Deals. And I made one with your father."