New Eden: Live to Play, Play to Live

The man had tried debating that it was dangerous to fly back home, with little to no rest from their day, but Damien didn't care.

He was an unreasonable man, and people were only tools to him. He threatened the pilot into obedience, dangling his job in front of him.

The pilot eventually relented. He needed this job, and the pay was good.

The pilot did as he asked and planned a flight course. He rested for a brief time and then got the plane ready for departure.

Damien spent his waiting time drinking in his hotel room. When he boarded his plane, he resumed his activity and got totally wasted.

The plane trip was quick, from Montreal to New York City. Damien ordered his attendant to get him some girls for fun in his penthouse.

He got off the plane once it landed and drove home on his own. He miraculously made it without killing himself or anybody else.

Damien parked his car and zig-zagged his way into the elevator. He pressed the floor button that led to his penthouse and scanned his thumb on the print scanner.

Once the elevator was up to his floor, he walked out and crashed into his luxurious leather sofa.

His attendant came back shortly, escorting a young woman with him. She had long blond hair and fair skin.

Her other features were plentiful and would make most men lust for her. She looked impressed by the high-profile decor but lost her enthusiasm when she saw the man she came to see.

Damien was almost drooling as he looked at her and shooed away his attendant. He walked up to the woman, like a beast to its prey.

"Can I pour you a drink, beautiful?" He blurted out.

His breath reeked of alcohol, and the girl winced at the rancid smell.

"No. I'm fine, thank you." She politely declined.

Damien flashed a beastly grin.

"Straight to business, then. I like that too." He said, grabbing her arm.

He pulled the lady to his room and threw her on his bed. Damien struggled to take off his clothes, almost falling many times.

When he was done, the young lady was still fully dressed.

"What are you waiting for? Get naked!" He yelled.

The girl flinched at being yelled at, but she reluctantly obeyed. She had thought she would meet her dream man, but the man before her was far from dreamy.

She knew she shouldn't have come, but sadly, she was stuck there. She couldn't operate the elevator on her own, and the man would probably not let her leave until he was satisfied.

Once she was naked, the man in front of her practically threw himself on her, like a wild beast.

Their intercourse was short and far from enjoyable for the woman. She was tossed and turned to fit the man's mood.

Sometimes he slapped her, other times he choked her. It traumatized the poor woman to the point of not being able to react at all.

After half an hour of what was nothing short of rape, the man ejaculated and fell to the side. He immediately fell asleep, completely ignoring the woman.

She wept for a few minutes before grabbing her clothes and getting dressed. She then walked to the elevator and rang it up.

When the elevator reached the penthouse floor, Damien's attendant was already on it. He waited for the woman to climb in before pressing the underground parking button.

Once the elevator was in motion, he handed the young woman a piece of paper. It was a cheque, with an amount of ten thousand dollars written on it.

"This night never happened. If you talk about it to anyone or go to the police, we will sue you and you will lose." The man started.

"This money is to buy your silence, but also your payment for your actions." He continued.

"Are you saying I'm a whore?!" The young woman growled in rage.

The attendant side-eyed her before continuing.

"I would like to thank you for helping the young master release pent-up anger. I would also like to apologize for any rough treatment he might have put you through." He said, his face still cold as ice.

At that moment, the elevator door rang.

The attendant turned towards her, before motioning to the car that was parked in front of the door.

"This will be your ride home. Please get home safe." He said, before giving a light bow.

The woman stood there for a few seconds, in shock, before storming towards the car.

She wept on her way home, and couldn't believe the chain of events that had transpired.

How could this man be the idol of so many people and act this way? It just didn't fit the persona everyone saw on TV.

When the car left the parking lot, the attendant walked back into the elevator and pressed the penthouse floor button.

As soon as the doors closed, his fists clenched. He punched the wall to his left, gritting his teeth.

He loathed having to do these kinds of threats. He also hated the fact that this wasn't the first time he had to.

All the dirty work his employer had forced him to do disgusted him. Sadly, he was stuck working for him.

He rode the elevator up, seething with anger. But as soon as the doors rang, he regained his composure, as if nothing had happened.

He walked out of the elevator and started cleaning up the place after closing Damien's room door. He picked up what had fallen from the tables during Damien's dangerous trip to the bedroom.

He put back into place the decorations that were ok and picked up the ones that had shattered. He made mental notes to replace them with other artworks and swept up where they had fallen.

Once he was done, he walked to a small room in the penthouse. Since he was attending Damien, he was to stay with him at all times.

So he had his own room in the penthouse, although it was a far cry from the size of the main bedroom. He showered and went to bed.

He would have to be up before Damien and cook him breakfast. He would also need to clean the man's clothes and tidy up his room.

He went to sleep, thinking about how he hated his job. But sadly, he was stuck with it for life.