Chapter 452 - Four Hundred And Fifty-two: Maggie -3 (1/2)

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The third point of view:

Lily was determined to finish the job tonight but then, when she saw that face, the memories of the horrible experiences she had undergone in his hands came rushing back to her.

She had never forgotten him nor had he aged that much - he took care of his skin well - nor did he change. He was still the same debauched monster.

As someone hell-bent on seducing Fernandez, one would imagine she was dressed to kill. But then, she wore a simple red body con dress that brought out her skin color and as well accentuated her curves, resting just on her thighs.

She knew Fernandez, he always went for the innocent ones or the good girls who turned bad recently due to circumstances. It was a game to him - that was his own kind of drug - he wanted to taint their soul and as well, prove to them that they were no different than the average slut out there.

And knowing his preference, she dressed and acted that way. There was no way she was missing this man - his life was hers tonight. Moreover, those people had told her to be careful with him, Fernandez might be degenerate but he was a smart man, one mistake and she's finished.

Maggie didn't know how those people - Sakuzi - did it but one of the stewardesses made her Fernandez's escort for the night. Whoever that person was must be pretty powerful to have orchestrated all this. Why then can't he or she kill Fernandez.

No, Maggie shook the question out of her head. This was her cross to bear and her war to fight - they've done enough by bringing her this far.

Upon the stewardess's command, she stepped over to his table, her breath hung in her throat. May Fernandez not recognize her else she's fucked. Unknown to her, Fernandez took her anxiety as nervousness at being with him for the first time.

”Here, say hi to Fernandez,” the stewardess said to her and she did as instructed.

”Hi, Sir Fernandez, I'm Lily,” she intentionally added the ”Sir” to seem too overwhelmed by his status and thrust her hand forward for a handshake. She would be a fool to use her real name; it was a straight giveaway to her identity.

”You don't need to call me Sir. Just call me, Fernandez,” He kissed the top of her palm causing goosebumps to climb up her arms. The man was a devil in sheep's clothing, her naive self back down would have fallen for him as well - a perfect actor. No, a perfect predator.

The way his eyes rove over body licentiously already told her what the man was thinking. Nor did Maggie dare to put out the wrong body language - it was a miracle he hadn't recognized her yet. Anyway, it was expected. She was worth nothing to him then, just a tool to give him a male child.

When the stewardess left, Maggie knew it was time and had prepared to go sit on his laps as the other women did with his friends when she heard an order that made her freeze.

”Get on your knees,”

”What?” Maggie felt she heard wrong.

”Give me a blow job,”

Maggie heard ringing in her ears. What the hell was this bastard talking about?