Zee heard the car door slamming shut and the sound jolted her out of her fear-frozen state. She quickly dumped the album on the table and hurried out of Pat’s room, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. She stepped into the living room as Pat was just entering the house using her key.
Pat gave Zee that friendly smile that used to calm her fears, but for the first time, Zee was seeing a stranger, not the Pat she thought she knew. Still, she knew that she had to play cool if she didn’t want Pat to suspect anything, so she forced a smile, hoping it looked real, but she was dying with fright.
“Hey.” Pat greeted. “You look pale. Are you okay?”
Zee realized that she hadn’t really smiled. She had winced instead, and the more she tried to force a smile, the more it felt like her face was hurting. She fought to put a r
Moments later, pain shot through Zee’s wakening brain as she came through to consciousness. She managed to open her eyes and look around. She was alone inside Pat’s room, gagged and bound to a chair. She groaned in her futile struggle to be free from her bonds. The door opened as Pat entered the room, gun still in hand but Zee continued struggling and grunting with her futile efforts. “Are you trying to run away?” Pat asked, her voice taunting and Zee stopped struggling. “First, you were running away from your true identity because your parents were not giving you much attention. That’s how you became gothic. Don’t worry, I still remember all your little yaps about yourself. Next, you’re running away from your husband. And now, you’re trying to run away from me. If I let you go, who knows what else you might start running away from?” Pat laughed, the sound eerie to Zee’s ears. Then she drew closer to Zee and removed the gag. “What do you want?” Zee de
“We are hanging out at my place,” Pat added and waited for Inara’s reaction over the phone. “Best friend?” Inara asked. “I am aware that you’ve seen our pictures online. I know it pains you. You have been so jealous. Zee told me all about it. You should chill. Being a possessive friend is a sin.” Pat laughed. “You should know that. Zee did mention that you’re a Reverend’s daughter.” “Where is she?” Inara asked sharply while Zee started struggling with her bonds, grunting with her effort. “She can’t come to the phone right now,” Pat answered, smirking at Zee as she gave up struggling with her bonds. “But you can leave a message.” “What is she doing?” “She is having an evening bath.” “Please have her call me as soon as she is out. It is urgent. I need to speak with my best friend as soon as possible.” Pat giggled. “Calling her your best friend doesn’t make it so. She doesn’t like you anymore ever since we met.” “Y
In the living room, Pat was standing at the center, surrounded by men in suits. They were Michael’s men and Michael was dominating one of the chairs, facing Pat, his stormy gaze fixed upon hers, a gun in his hand. Pat hated being caught unawares. Here was her target. How had he known to come here? She wondered. She mentally kicked herself for not checking before opening the door. Although that wouldn’t have helped, because Michael and his men would have forced their way in. On the other hand, if she had checked, she would have quickly gone back inside, killed the brat, and escaped through the window. She had been so sure it was one of her stupid neighbors, there to ask for something as usual. Did they think she was a supermarket? But she often helped them out to maintain her cover there as a nice and innocent girl. Now she was surrounded. And that t
Hours later, Zee woke up on the bed. She was back in her marital bedroom. The first thing she observed was that she was feeling fine. Didn’t Pat injure her neck? Slowly, her hand reached for the side of her neck. She felt a plaster there. Michael must have cleaned her wounds. Looking down at herself, she saw that he had changed her clothing. She was now wearing a bland satin dress she had picked out to use as house wear during the shopping he had taken her. She also noticed that Michael was not there on the bed. Daylight was slipping in through the slightly open drapes. The time on the wall clock told her it was 7:05 am. She had slept for a long time. How she had been able to sleep peacefully without any nightmare was a wonder. Then she remembered Michael injecting her arm with something after which she had passed out. He always seemed to be prepare
Hearing his words, she still pleaded, even though she knew there would be no mercy. “Please, Michael have mercy.” “I remember you calling my bluff.” “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” “The reason I called you was because I suddenly got restless with the knowledge of you out there. That’s why I called and gave you that ultimatum. I had no idea that you were in danger. Instead of you coming home, you were mouthing off to me. Me, Elizabeth. You had the guts and you were mouthing off to me.” His hand was still caressing her hair gently. “I’m very sorry, Michael please forgive me.” “If you had come home, all these would not have happened.” “I swear, I won’t do it again.” “I know you won’t. Get back to the bar or you’ll be getting sixteen. Or do you want to call my bluff again?” She shook her head, still clinging to his sturdy frame. “Get back to the bar.” He said and took his hand off her hair. “Get back there
They stood there in the vineyard, kissing. Zee could feel butterflies in her stomach, but she could not tell him that she loved him. Her fear of him was always holding her back. She didn’t know when she would get over it. They returned home, hot for each other and Michael laid her down on the bed, playing with her body. With his silk ties, he restrained her arms to the bed and kept sucking her pussy until she begged him to take her. Zee was undone. Her hips raised off the bed, tense and expectant, willing him to take her. He slid a finger into her wet hot core, feeling her desire. He groaned at her readiness. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered. “So beautiful.” In his arms, Zee always felt beautiful, especially when he was adoring her body and playing her expertly like this. He withdrew his finger from her molten core and pushed it back in, taking her with the firmness of his finger until she felt a surge of energy, threatening to make her explod
As Zee stared at the card of pills, her mind was in chaos, rendering her speechless. “I asked you a question. What the hell is this?” Zee swallowed hard. She forced her mouth open, croaking out her response. “I’ve stopped. I’ve stopped taking it.” “That’s not the answer to my question. Tell me what the hell this is.’’ “It’s…it’s birth control, but I’ve stopped…” “How long have you been on this?” “It’s not been…” “How long?” he hissed. “About a month ago. Maybe a little before…before a month ago.” “So in the end, this is exactly what Pat was talking about. She was talking about you, killing our seed.” “Please, it’s not like…” “This explains your disappearances right after we make love. Everything is clear now.” “Please I have already stopped taking the…” she began desperately, but couldn’t go on as in anger, he started pacing about the space he dominated. One angry hand came up to
Lilly looked at her Boss. A steady storm of anger was blazing through him. His jaw was set in a hard line, eyelashes slightly narrowed. She knew that it would be a grave error for him to get his hands on Zee right now. “Mama Lil, please kindly step aside.” He told her. His voice was not raised, but it was laced with rage. “Michael, please, whatever the problem is, it can be resolved, but not in the state you’re both in, especially you, Michael.” Lilly was the only Staf that called Michael by his name whenever she wanted. Lilly was like a second mother to him ever since she had come into his home. He sometimes sought her advice, mostly over emotional matters. Plus, she had been with the Rays for a long time. That was why he called her Mama Lil. Even his siblings called her that way. Although it was Princess who had given her that name. “You don’t want to know what she has done,” Michael said. “Please, just step aside and let me deal with this.”