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Books that I have authored, by SuzanneSteele
Charlotte, NC US

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You are in a lot of trouble little girl!
You and I both know that you stole that diary and used it to write that book.
Now grant it, I am a reasonable man and had you had the common courtesy to ask me before you penned my life story, then we could have worked something out but as it stands, well, to put it simply as I said, you are in trouble, a lot of trouble.
I eyed the man that towered over me.
He stood at a good 63 and weighed at least 250lbs and none of it was fat.
He donned a black suit with a crisp white button up shirt that adorned cufflinks.
His shoes were black Italian leather and they had been shined to a high gloss.
He nudged me with the toe of one of them bringing me out of my daydream state, Listen to me girl, Im talking to you.
Hey! I whined.
With no warning he reached down viciously pulling a handful of my hair and raising me to my feet.
I was within inches of his face and he glared into my eyes causing me to look down, due to the intensity of his stare.
The first thing that you are going to do is give me my diary back.
He was very calm but the intensity that he emitted was apparent in his energy and his stare.
I dont have it, I lied.
Liar!
So we have a liar and a thief in our midst, do we?
I dont have it, I once again stated.
Lying little brat, you have no idea who you are screwing with and you are getting ready to find out that you are way out of your league, little girl.
Little did I know, that the words that he spoke were very true and I would find out very soon, that this man took being dangerous, to a whole different level.
Hey buddy, you cant just man handle me like that.
He took his other hand and began squeezing around my neck, I cant, he innocently stated, as he continued to squeeze.
Ok, I eeked out.
He shook his head at me, Ok what?
Ill give you your fucking diary, I gasped.
He gritted his teeth, squeezing harder, You would do well not to curse me little girl.
Even though he was scaring me, he was ticking me off.
All I remember thinking is, I should kick him!
The next thing that I knew, he was doubled over screaming, You bitch!
I ran through the park area where I had gone to eat lunch and burst through the doors of the high rise building where I worked.
The security guard eyed me, Are you alright Katrina?
Yes, I just thought that I was running late, I lied, which seemed to be almost second nature with me lately.
I made my way into the restroom and pulled myself together.
I took a moment to sit on a bench in the restroom and gather my wits, as I contemplated what to do about the diary.
Giving it back would be admitting that I had stolen it and used it to write my story.
It meant admitting that my novel that had now become a worldwide, phenomenal best seller was nothing more than a hoax.
This created a grave problem, it meant losing a lot of money and worse than that, it meant my reputation as a writer would be ruined.
I had no choice, I would have to try and charm this snake, somehow, some way, into not ruining all that I had worked for.
Shit, shit, shit, I had no way to reach this man.
Though I had picked up his diary when he had left it at our offices, there had been no contact information in it.
He had been smart enough to not leave any details about his identity in his writings.
I thought back to the day that I had found it, I had meant to take it to lost and found but being the avid reader that I am, once I started reading it, I literally could not put it down.
Yes, it was that good.
The mans story read like an exciting crime story.
It had everything, sex, criminal ties to the underworld, danger but the most interesting thing had been his stories of having a slave, a real live in sex slave.
I could not wrap my brain around why in the world, any woman, would want to be a mans slave.
Oh my goodness the things that he did to that girl.
Hey girl, I jumped, as a coworker entered the restroom.
You better quit day dreaming, the Boss is looking for you, he has some client in his office that he wants to introduce you to.
I scurried up the stairs and into my Bosss office and my jaw dropped when I looked up to see Mr. Tall, dark and dangerous himself, standing there awaiting me.
Katrina, I swear you will be late to your funeral girl, my Boss chided, as my brain scrambled for how I was going to get out of this one.
Well here she is, you two go right back there into her office and I am sure that she will love to hear your proposition.
I walked back to my office feeling much like a lamb being led to the slaughter with Mr. Tall, dark and dangerous directly at my heels.
It almost felt as if I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
I heard the click of the lock before I turned to see him making his way towards me.
My instincts caused me to back away, which only served to put me against the wall and at his mercy&

I approached my little victim that I had purposely backed against the wall, Little bitch, I placed my hand around her throat squeezing and watching her eyes fill with fear.
God, she was beautiful and I had plans for this one.
I rather like the way that my hand feels around your throat, knowing that I control the very air that your lying thieving little lungs are breathing in right now.
As I told you before, I am a reasonable man, had you gotten my permission to write my story, then we could have worked something out.
You have put me in quite the predicament young lady and you must pay penitence for your sins against me&

I could hear the squeaks coming from my lips but it was as if I were standing outside of my body, watching another woman being threatened.
He was in my ear with his hand around my throat and his body pressed into me.
I could tell that he was enjoying this and I knew from the stories that I had read in his diary, that for this man, it was all about control.
I listened to his voice and it was almost as if it carried me away to another place&

I know that you realize that I like this and I bet that you meant to give that diary back but once you cracked that seal, you couldnt put it down could you?
How many nights did you go to bed wishing that you had a man that was bold enough to do all of those things to you?
Oh dont be disappointed, because you young lady are going to experience all of that and more, because you are going to be my own personal little slave, or I am going to sue you for everything that you now have, or ever will have.

Available on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/author/suzannesteele
©2013 Suzanne Steele

Description: Katrina is riding high on the success of her new novel. The only problem is: that she stole a Mobster's diary to write it and now he wants it back; or he is going to expose her for the fraud that he thinks that she is.

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