It was a hot day in western part, nevada to be precise. The heat waves were felt through car windows and broken air conditioners as people from all walks of town were opening up shades and windows, trying to take cover and get relief from the sweltering weather.
It wasn't a problem for the logans, it never has been. Central air systems were always on, make sure his home and all parts of the house were safe from the heat during hot season, even on winters, the heaters were on and in the summer.
Other parts of the estate has two buildings and a large well fenced home, it was filled with women that were taken from different parts of the world waiting to be sold off to the highest bidder.
Their charming and chaste nature of innocence were evident, they were all housed in and was waiting for what fate had in store for each one of them.
The main house was so perfect in everyone's eyes, that steps foot in it they large statues of Greek mythology, perfect landscape with large bushes and ferns, and it's perfect green grass.
Both homes belonged to mr Logan and his wife, they lived quiet lives in public, but the home was far from it. He beats her and inflicts minor injuries on her body at the slightest opportunity anytime he's around her.
She has accepted her fate even before he started hitting her at any out.
"I-i'm sorry" she whispered barely audibly as she felt her sore cheeks, that has once again felt the hit of her husbands hand. He cleared his throat and looked at her in disdain, smoothing down wrinkles from his shirt with his hands as he walked in leaving her on the floor.
You may go to you room and freshen up, clean any mess you made before the workers arrived.
She couldn't disobey him with the amount of fear deep inside her, looking away her green eyes deep I'm thought, cleaned as instructed. Walking back upstairs to her room, she sat in front of her vanity mirror, the red scar was slightly showing, running her fingers on the sore skin she flinched from the pain she felt.
She looked at her features, her green sad eyes she frowned at what has become of her. Her skin now pale was red, and was glistening with sweat because of the heat while she was outside in the garden tending and picking flowers she wants to take inside for the house.
With her cute little pointy nose like a a button, and high cheekbones, with little brown freckles and an inch scar that haunted her from carrying out same decision again.
She scolds herself at all time to avoid getting hit,she better than to get him angry. She stripped off her dirty clothes from the garden,and walked into the shower with her long, milky legs,she sighed softly as the water hits her skin giving her some sort of release it was a long night which she knows is not her last. It's her job as his wife to please her husband no matter what pain she feels in her body, even if she don't wants to do it, he needs to do it so she can avoid his anger in that moment.
Even if she don't wants to she can't tell him not to worsen matters in her situation,she endures everything he brings at her everytime.
The shower felt good but was cut short as soon as she heard him calling out to her, telling her their guests has arrived.
She knows in her head she has to play the perfect wife, like he didn't hit her moments ago.
She stared at herself in front of her mirror lost in thought, after a few moments she slipped on her white sun dress stretched her hair and styled it into a bun.
"Ah, Stephanie you're finally here come say hello to our guests." Her husband said, he leaned in and kissed her sore cheek.she tensed out of fear he then squeezed her fingers roughly,she understood and faked a smile at the guests.
Stephanie Logan, it's a pleasure her smooth voice slipping through her lips, she gave each guest a handshake.
We can all go to my home office he told the guests, to show the blue prints of the job he wants them to do.
The all sat down, with the shy and scared woman of course sitting beside her husband, he held her thigh aggressively under the table making her sit up straight, she moved a bit then crossed her legs like nothing happened.
She watched as both men talked about the renovation plans to be done on the house, when someone knocked on the door, was told to come in.
Am so sorry for being tardy I had to stop by and do few things on my way here that's why,the voice had a slight Italian accent to it, Stephanie was drawn to the voice.
When she looked up she just stared at him with her mouth open for few seconds, she felt hot but it wasn't because of the summer heat in Nevada, but by the sight of the Greek god that stood in front of the desk in his glory.
The man was tall, his head touching almost the top of the office door that was at least seven feet. She was glistening with sweat because of how hot she felt. with her neatly tied bun and freckles on her face she was so beautiful.
But this particular stranger has an aura that screamed authority, his sharp jawline, narrow eyes with hazel orbs, long dark lashes on his eyelids as he also stared at the woman opposite him. She was also staring at him in a perfect manner and feeling insecure of her own looks.
The man's lips were large and pink, pouted out like they were ready to get kissed at any moment. He had a dimple on both cheeks, to add to such perfect body.
His body was tall and muscular under his white button down shirt that was open with the few top buttons, exposing his broad chest held tightly by the shirt, he looked sharp with his build, and Stephanie just knew he can easily lift her up like a feather. His black khaki pants were a bit tight, and she couldn't help but to stare down to his crotch area that was slightly elevated, causing her throat to get more dry.
Stephanie, stop it!
"It's fine Mr mateo, please join us." Mr Logan stated letting him in and showed him an empty chair to sit on, so they can continue their discussion. He sat right opposite Stephanie, she decided to looked down to calm her nerves. The smell of fresh fruits hitting her senses, causing her body to react in a way it hasn't for a long time.
The desire she worked do hard to bury deep inside of her soul, that she thought died because of her abusive husband, lust filled moments she used to indulge in before meeting her husband who she thought had saved her from that lifestyle.
She felt conflicted within her, but she just had to look at the man with the god like appearance again to soothe herself.
Jesus help me.