shady character. He was trying to lead me on. I’d never before been approached like this, so alarms sounded. In hindsight, I was right, but I wouldn’t have done anything different if I knew the truth.
“You want excitement, you want an adventure, and you want to get paid well, you give that number a call. Or I’ll be here for the whole flight. I’m not going anywhere.”
Sean Riggs eventually broke me.
There was a stop in Britain. I was supposed to get on another flight to go to Romania, instead I went on the flight with Mr. Riggs. He was happy to pay for my ticket, and he also said he would put me in the finest hotel he could find once we reached our destination, Capri.
Sean wasn’t bluffing.
After a long talk in a private limo, in which he talked about the sights and dropped hints about taking me to each, he dropped me off at a hotel, a majestic palace as far as I was concerned, nothing I could’ve afforded to stay at if I saved my whole annual income. He left me to take care of business. He said he needed to check on the farm, which wasn’t too far from the resort. Farm? I wasn’t following. Why would billionaires want to be involved with a farm when they could have a luxury hotel near the beach?
Before I could get an answer, he sped off. He must’ve called in advance, because when I arrived, I was treated like royalty. I got scared that I might have to tip some of the workers. If I did, they would probably require a huge tip, but they told me it was OK, that Mr. Riggs paid them before, and everything was “on the house.”
Left on my own, I took advantage of my free stay, my only requirement being to take a small dose of some liquid left on my bed stand every afternoon. I wasn’t sure what the deal was with that, but when I took it, I didn’t notice any after effects and it went down smooth. It was a strange request, but if I got to stay at this luxury hotel for free, I wasn’t going to complain. I shrugged and figured that it was a complimentary drink, maybe something local that I didn’t understand.
The next couple days were spent sunbathing and drinking by the beach, waiting for the inevitable dream vacation to vanish. I thought it would end much sooner, but I was right in thinking that my relaxation couldn’t last forever.
I received a knock on my door in the early afternoon, which I had grown accustomed to waking up at since I could sleep in. When I opened the door, two tall men with slick, identical haircuts entered.
“How are you, Gwen?”
“Enjoying your stay?”
“Yes,” I said, confused. Who were these men? I got the feeling that I had been duped. Maybe they would extort the money from me somehow.
“Have you been taking the drink every day? We work for Master Riggs.”
“Oh, yes, I have. What is that drink, anyway?”
“Actually, that’s why we’re here, to determine it’s effectiveness, and to make sure you’ve been keeping up with your doses.”
“I don’t understand.”
The two looked like models. One was blond, the other had dark auburn hair, but both had identical haircuts and fine sculpted features. They were quite handsome, and because they reminded me of doctors, were alluring and mysterious.
I couldn’t pinpoint why I needed to take that drink.
It sounded like they were drugging me.
“May we inspect one of your bras?”
This was too weird.
“You want to inspect one of my bras? How do I know that you’re even involved with Mr. Riggs?”
The one with the brown hair nodded with a smirk. “My name’s Jeremy. Master Riggs thought you would say that.”
Do they really call him "Master" all of the time?
Mr. Blond smiled at me as well. “Name’s Chad.”
Jeremy flipped out his cell phone. It took him a second to play the message. Mr. Rigg’s undeniable voice played.
“Hi, Gwen. Sorry I couldn’t be there in person. I’m very busy running things over at the farm, making sure our guests are having the best possible stay. I hope you
“You want excitement, you want an adventure, and you want to get paid well, you give that number a call. Or I’ll be here for the whole flight. I’m not going anywhere.”
Sean Riggs eventually broke me.
There was a stop in Britain. I was supposed to get on another flight to go to Romania, instead I went on the flight with Mr. Riggs. He was happy to pay for my ticket, and he also said he would put me in the finest hotel he could find once we reached our destination, Capri.
Sean wasn’t bluffing.
After a long talk in a private limo, in which he talked about the sights and dropped hints about taking me to each, he dropped me off at a hotel, a majestic palace as far as I was concerned, nothing I could’ve afforded to stay at if I saved my whole annual income. He left me to take care of business. He said he needed to check on the farm, which wasn’t too far from the resort. Farm? I wasn’t following. Why would billionaires want to be involved with a farm when they could have a luxury hotel near the beach?
Before I could get an answer, he sped off. He must’ve called in advance, because when I arrived, I was treated like royalty. I got scared that I might have to tip some of the workers. If I did, they would probably require a huge tip, but they told me it was OK, that Mr. Riggs paid them before, and everything was “on the house.”
Left on my own, I took advantage of my free stay, my only requirement being to take a small dose of some liquid left on my bed stand every afternoon. I wasn’t sure what the deal was with that, but when I took it, I didn’t notice any after effects and it went down smooth. It was a strange request, but if I got to stay at this luxury hotel for free, I wasn’t going to complain. I shrugged and figured that it was a complimentary drink, maybe something local that I didn’t understand.
The next couple days were spent sunbathing and drinking by the beach, waiting for the inevitable dream vacation to vanish. I thought it would end much sooner, but I was right in thinking that my relaxation couldn’t last forever.
I received a knock on my door in the early afternoon, which I had grown accustomed to waking up at since I could sleep in. When I opened the door, two tall men with slick, identical haircuts entered.
“How are you, Gwen?”
“Enjoying your stay?”
“Yes,” I said, confused. Who were these men? I got the feeling that I had been duped. Maybe they would extort the money from me somehow.
“Have you been taking the drink every day? We work for Master Riggs.”
“Oh, yes, I have. What is that drink, anyway?”
“Actually, that’s why we’re here, to determine it’s effectiveness, and to make sure you’ve been keeping up with your doses.”
“I don’t understand.”
The two looked like models. One was blond, the other had dark auburn hair, but both had identical haircuts and fine sculpted features. They were quite handsome, and because they reminded me of doctors, were alluring and mysterious.
I couldn’t pinpoint why I needed to take that drink.
It sounded like they were drugging me.
“May we inspect one of your bras?”
This was too weird.
“You want to inspect one of my bras? How do I know that you’re even involved with Mr. Riggs?”
The one with the brown hair nodded with a smirk. “My name’s Jeremy. Master Riggs thought you would say that.”
Do they really call him "Master" all of the time?
Mr. Blond smiled at me as well. “Name’s Chad.”
Jeremy flipped out his cell phone. It took him a second to play the message. Mr. Rigg’s undeniable voice played.
“Hi, Gwen. Sorry I couldn’t be there in person. I’m very busy running things over at the farm, making sure our guests are having the best possible stay. I hope you
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