We Live Beneath

Chapter 22.

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I was going to be living with Maddox Lawson - The Commissioner. The man responsible for hundreds of human deaths, the man with a killer smile, yellow eyes and the pleasuring touch. June; what have you gone and done, to end up here, precisely in this moment? He came out from the side wing of his office, the wood paneling giving way to his touch. He was stripped nearly naked, his boxers hung on his hips as he walked to the mini bar by the large window.

"Where would you like to sleep June? In the guest bedroom - or mine?"

He asked without turning around, his muscular arms bunched as he removed the cap off of the whiskey. Did sleeping in his room insist on sleeping with him? I swallowed clearing my throat, is that what he wanted? He turned, his eyes quickly met mine. His body language radiated sex, lust, dominance.

His voice was charged into command as he spoke..

"What I want, I get, and if I can't get it, I'll take it - and you Ms. Brooks I want. Ultimately that decision is up to you, I'd rather not forcefully take it."

I slacked in the chair, thinking of him taking me, how much pleasure could come from him in between my thighs.

"My decision?"

He nodded.

"May I see both the rooms?"

His brow lowered at the odd request but I had my reasoning. He took a sip of his whiskey and sat it back down on the marble top bar.

"Sure."

He waved me through the paneling of the wall. Immediately I knew that the room we were in was his, the bed was large, king sized with red, white and black pallets of colors. The blankets were slightly disturbed making it look even more welcoming to crawl in. The wall to the far left was painted the same red as the pillows atop the bed and the other three walls were painted black. The room ultimately felt dark and grim but strangely inviting. There was a large rectangle table to the right of the bed, It had a velvet green top and different colored balls scattered about it. I ventured next to it and traced my fingers over the slick shiny wood edge.

"What's this? A game?"

He smiled.

"Yes, it's called Pool."

Pool? What a silly name for a table that consisted of no water. His smile grew as he stepped closer and grabbed a wooden two sticks.

"Pool means a collective bet, or ante, when playing this game people use to bet on who would win. Would you like to play?"

I tapped my fingers over the side, eyeing the handsome man in front of me.

"Ok."

"But first lets bet, if I win we share a kiss, and what would you like if you win?"

I thought for a moment, I wanted to make sure what I won was defiantly worth the victory, something I really wanted.

"If I win you free the people down in the chambers."

He shifted, crossing his large arms.

"Not fair Ms. Brooks. This is suppose to be a light bet, that's pretty heavy - pretty serious, don't you think?"

I crossed my arms as well.

"Yes. I think it's very serious, and a bets a bet."

By the smirk on his face I knew he was thinking I could never win, so when he shook my hand to seal the deal I wasn't that surprised. My escape was becoming close, very close and so was my people's. Maddox ran through the rules, showed me the ends and outs of the game, even let me practice. I basically got the essence of how it was to be played - don't hit the eight ball in till the end of the game, don't hit any of his balls in and make damn sure to stay ahead by scoring my balls into the pocket by using the white 'cue' ball. How you win is by making seven on you're balls in plus the eight ball.