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The only reason I wasn't paying the debt the way Chase originally wanted me to was because of this man and his untimely accident. Part of me felt sympathetic towards him and his misfortune, but the other part was more than thrilled, and it was that part that made me worry the most. It also brought up the worrying thought of what would happen if I hadn't paid off my debt by the time this man before me was able to work again. Would I be forced to pay off the remaining amount by other means? The more I thought about it, the more afraid I became as I followed him to the warehouse on the property. Once we arrived he opened up the much smaller door and smiled.

"This is where the magic happens," he stated proudly as he looked around the musty area. "We open the main doors at exactly nine every morning, then, from there, we work on whatever everyone brings in until six at night. After that, we close up the shop and head back to the house for some well deserved night off and dinner." He then looked at me. "Any questions?" I shook my head in response.

"Nope," I replied abruptly, masking my fear with a well placed mask of professionalism. "It seems pretty self explanatory." He chuckled and went over to a control panel on the wall. Flipping the control switch, he opened up the giant garage doors.

"I guess I'll let you get to work then," he told me before making his way over to the small sitting area at the far end of the warehouse. "There's a refrigerator in the break room upstairs with sodas and snacks if you need it. Otherwise, there's three motorcycles that are having wiring issues and another that needs the paint redone. Follow the client's instructions exactly on the paint job. I don't want you getting in trouble because you messed up even the smallest of details." With that, he turned on the TV and stopped paying attention to me.

I didn't have much time. In order to keep myself from resorting to worse ways of repaying my father's debt, I knew I was going to have to prove that I didn't need anyone holding my hand and telling me what to do. I had to be strong and prove that I knew what I was doing, making myself invaluable in other ways. Who knew? Maybe, if I managed to keep out of trouble and do a good enough job, I would be spared the terrible fate that would await me if I couldn't pay off my debt. I refused to let myself resort to such demeaning ways.

CHAPTER FOUR

Adam

The doctor told me I would be in the cast for eight weeks, and, already, the first four weeks were absolute torture. Every day, I fell into the terribly dull and predictable pattern: get up, drink coffee, supervise the work in the shop, come back, eat, go to sleep. At first, it didn't seem so bad. Joyce and the other girls were a lot more accommodating than normal, so I had my choice of pleasure, but the true pain was what I couldn't do. I missed feeling useful and getting to help the guys out with their bikes while making money for Chase by repairing other vehicles. I hated that all I could do was watch Sarah and Hank work side by side, painting the motorcycles and completing various repairs. I hated how close they seemed to get while they worked.

Sarah was my other problem. Everyday, she came down to the warehouse in her little mechanics uniform, looking as adorable as a child playing dress up, and I knew there was nothing I could do. It wasn't that she didn't seem to like me. In fact, when she wasn't up to her elbows in work, she often sat with me in the waiting lounge, and we would talk for hours about her dreams and interests. I found out that it had once been her dream to operate her father's business and let him retire so that he could have an easy rest of his life, but, thanks to his debts, that never happened. She was a very sweet, caring woman who had taken good care of her father as long as she could, and it seemed a shame to see her reduced to working for free in a shop for someone like Chase.

It was within the first week that she admitted he had left her with three choices: pay the outrageous sum upright with cash, pay with her experience and expertise in the shop, or pay with her body around the house. In all honesty, her predicament seemed pretty uncharacteristic of Chase, but, after a small chat with him, he had enlightened me that he only offered the three options in order to make up for the fact that I had broken my wrist, which left him with hefty medical bills and one person short on the work. I was relieved to learn that he never actually intended to force her to use her body to pay off her debts. He claimed that it was a scare tactic he had used to discourage her from begging for more time or outright telling him no. In my opinion, it was an extremely complicated idea that was completely unnecessary, especially since she admitted to enjoying working in the shop, but I was in no position to make complaints. I was too busy battling my growing attraction to Sarah.

Despite my better efforts to distract myself from the sweet, beautiful woman who was proving to be harder working than Hank, which just made her all the sexier in my opinion, all I could think about was Sarah and how much I wanted her to be mine. I often woke up from dreams of having her at my mercy while I took her mercilessly in my bed, and the constant arousal in my pants when she was around was driving me absolutely crazy. So, whenever I got the chance, I would go to Joyce, the more accommodating one of the women when it came to my wrist, which made it harder to find pleasure.

"Someone's especially horny today," Joyce remarked as I closed and locked the office door in the warehouse. Not wanting anyone to see us, especially not Sarah, I yanked down the shades, blocking out the view into the office. "Need me to play with you?" I shook my head as I turned to face her.

"Shut the hell up," I ordered, anger rising in me. "You know what I want, and I expect you to give it to me. No talking." She nodded as she got to her knees and fumbled with the buckle of my belt.

Despite the fact that she obeyed me and set to work, her warm, wet tongue teasing the long shaft of my cock, I still couldn’t find release. I was unsure if it was because I was helpless to do anything to help my situation, especially with my hand in the cast or if it was because she wasn’t Sarah. Seeming to notice that I wasn’t enjoying myself, Joyce pulled away and looked up at me.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice seeming genuinely concerned as she stared at me. “You’re never this out of touch when you have me come visit. Are you having a hard time getting any pleasure?” I narrowed my eyes in annoyance at her as I glared at her.

“What did I just say?” I asked, my cock growing limp as my frustration grew, making me feel even more upset. “I said no talking!” She raised an eyebrow as she rose to her feet and stared me down.

“I’m getting a bit tired of the way you’re treating me,” she remarked, her lower lip sticking out in a pout. “The least you could do is be a little nicer. I don’t have to let you have me, you know.” Part of me wanted to throw her out of the office and call her out for the piece of trash she was, but I knew I had to keep it together. If I let every woman around here drive me crazy, I would end up starting a fight with Chase and the rest of the guys. Just when I was to reply, the office door opened, and Hank and Sarah stood on the other end, an evil grin on Hank's face as he held the door open.

"Sorry, boss," he faked as he stared at me. "I didn't know you were busy. We'll come back later." With that, he closed the door again, concealing the shocked expression on Sarah's face.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sarah

I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Around the shop, Adam seemed like a well mannered man, but I never thought I would ever see him acting like that. Having seen the true side of Adam, I started to wonder if he had just been nice because Chase told them I was working off my debt in the shop, not by other means. If I hadn't been needed in the shop, would I have known a completely different side of Adam? My heart ached at the mere thought of it.

"Sarah, wait," Adam called out from the top of the stairs as I followed Hank back down to the shop below. He sounded worried, but I didn't care. I wanted as far away as humanly possible. "Sarah, I need to talk to you. Please…" His voice became desperate as he raced down the stairs after me.

"I should really get back to work," I lied as I hurried down the stairs, hoping to escape him. "I didn't mean to disturb you." I had just reached the bottom of the stairs when a firm hand landed on my shoulder, gripping me hard as he spun me around to look at him. Adam's eyes, which had been kind and warm in the last few weeks, were cold and desperate, like that of a man dying of starvation. For the first time since we met, he looked intimidating and broken, like a wolf that had gotten hurt yet still had the strength to hunt the lamb. His grip was tight as he stared me dead in the eye.

“We need to talk about what just happened,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. I whimpered as I pulled away from his grasp.

“What’s there to talk about?” I asked, my voice quivering as I stared at him. “We disturbed you and your friend, and, for that, I’m sorry. I told Hank we should have knocked, but…” He shook his head, cutting me off.

“Not that,” he barked, sounding more irritated by the second. “I want to talk about why she was there.” I froze as I stared at him, wondering why he wanted to talk about his sexual conquests. Taking my silence as consent to continue the conversation, he continued. “Look, I know it was a bit of a shock, but I thought that Joyce might be able to relieve me of some stress you have been causing.” I frowned as I stared at him in shock and disbelief.

“Me?” I asked, confused by his accusation. “How have I been causing you stress?” He sighed and moved closer, and I felt his thick, heavy cock press against me.

“I can’t hide it,” he admitted, his voice softer than before as he spoke. “I have feelings for you, and, no matter what I do, I can’t shake them.” My heart came to a dead stop in the chest.

Adam had feelings for me? After catching him half naked in the office with the shades down, he sure could have fooled me. Did he take me for an idiot? As I stared at him, a dark thought came into my mind. Perhaps the only reason why he had been nice to me was because he wanted to take advantage of me as soon as I let my guard down. Perhaps he actually meant to lure me to the office and have his way with me with the promise of helping me repay the debt I owed. Either way, I now realized that he was not the man I had come to know since working here, and I began to hate myself the more I hated him.

I had been a fool, and I hated to admit it. All this time, I had thought that he was a kind man who respected me and liked me for who I was. After what I had just seen and heard, I knew that he had been playing me and was slowly working his way in to get in my pants. The worst part was that, despite the attempts and advances of the other men, including Hank and Chase, he had been sneaky about his ultimate goal rather than forward and to the point. The last thing I wanted was to let him continue to play into my guilt.