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Nate The air was tight, suffocating even. I loosened my tie, and removed my jacket so I could breathe a little. My drink hasn’t been touched since it was poured, and I’m beginning to think the issue isn’t with the air. No, I know it isn’t the air. It is a particular brown eyed woman with porcelain skin, and a mask that’s slowly beginning to fade. It was the silent plea in her eyes begging me to take her on that kitchen table, showing me I wasn’t alone in my misery. I knew kissing her at gramps party was wrong. But I had wanted to make Zion know his place so bad, I did it. Now, I regret it. I regret because I cannot stop thinking of those lips and how sweet they tasted. I hate it because every time I look at her, I want more. And it’s starting to mess with my head. My eyes danced around the club. It’s the same VIP room we were in the night a knife went through my heart. The lights were low, and a stripper was dancing on the pole, ass high in the air. I come here every time I nee

Simone I have no idea why I was tip toeing, but I was. It was past 2am, and the lights were turned off. Helen always makes sure of that before retreating to her quarters. I kept my feet light as I walked into the kitchen, my eyes focused on what’s in front of me. I let out a loud yelp as my eyes landed on the figure in front of the sink, head bent and hands forward like he was holding something. My scream attracted the figure and he turned around. My eyes landed on what he was holding, a knife. Without thinking, I turned around, screaming at the top of my voice, “Help! Nate! Nate!” I screamed as I made to run. “Right here” his voice sounded from behind me. Carefully, I turned around to see the figure still standing there, the knife still in his hands. “Nate?” I called again, just to be sure. “Right here” he answered, a smugness to his voice. It took me almost a minute but I found the kitchen lights and turned it on. He was still standing by the sink, but only this time, I

Simone I stood still until I could no longer hear his footsteps, then I released the breath I was holding. I had no idea why he sought me out, but the moment his hand circled around me and pulled me in, I was glad he did. I didn’t mean to lean in or rub against him, but his hard on was enough evidence that he enjoyed it. Thankfully, he left before we both did anything we would regret after we come down from our high. He was right. Even if he didn’t say it, I was hiding. Kissing Nate was a big defiance against all of Father’s plans. I was in Zion’s team and I played only by their rules. But it felt satisfying. To publicly defy Father and all his plans, to do something for myself. But after that defiance, I will have to face father and his wrath. I took deep breaths and headed down, I was a big girl and could handle my shit. “You shouldn’t have mentioned Alex. That was reckless of you” I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard Zion. He was angry, and pacing. I stepped back so h

Nate It was supposed to be quick, a little peck on the lips to spite Zion. But then, my lips touched hers, and my restraint snapped hard. I felt anger that Zion and her father had her in their team, and that she tasted so good. Better than I imagined, she tasted like sweet wine, sweet intoxicating wine. I told myself to stop, to let her go, then my teeth scraped against her upper lip, and she let out a small moan, all the reins of restraint I held onto tightly finally snapping. Her mouth opened, inviting me in, and our tongues touched, twisting and sucking hard on each other. We were both fighting for control, nobody willing to give it up. She let out a small moan again, and like a crazed man, I drew her closer, my hands holding her to me tightly as I dug my fingers into her waist, caressing her small frame. It must be because I’ve not kissed a woman for so long. That is the excuse I tell myself as I felt my bulge painfully increasing. I wanted her to touch me, on my

Simone Five words. That’s all he has said to me this evening, just five words. I don’t even know why I feel angry, it’s not like we care about each other. But whether or not we are just pretending, a wife deserves to know where her husband has been for an entire week. “It’s been two weeks” father noted as he stood close to me. “I know. I’m working on something” I said, trying to keep my tone flat. “You don’t have the luxury of time” he says.“You hate her that much?” I finally mustered the courage to ask as I looked up at him, He didn’t respond, just looked at me, his eyes warning me to restrain whatever I had to say. I finally looked away, wiping the little tear away, before it drops and ruins my makeup. We stood in silence for a long minute, one that felt like torture before I asked. “What happened to Alex?” “What?” Father finally gave a reaction. His face was shocked, and I could see his mind working fast for a response, a lie. “Why are you suddenly interested in him? W

Nate All week I had felt an ache in my chest, one that I had refused to acknowledge. At intervals, it would come up, making my heart beat fast. It came up in the meeting with Todd, the young man who had loosened the lights that almost maimed or killed me. As he talked about all he gathered, and handed me a piece of paper containing one single name, Alex Camden. I didn’t know what to do with the name, but the name had always come up in a conversation between White and Zion. Todd had heard it countless times and the last conversation was a heated argument about tracking him down. Who was Alex? Why did they talk about him in hushed tones? And why was it important they find him? I had tried to find him but my sources fell short, so instead, I had travelled to take care of my overseas trading investments. The investors kept talking, pulling out sales record and comparing different markets, but I wasn’t focused. And I felt that ache in my chest again as her text had come, aski