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"That feels good. Don't stop…" Shirley muttered as she felt his hands roaming all over her body. A moan preceded her words, and then his lips met hers, engaging it in a fierce kiss. His hands continued its movement still, touching every inch of her skin. His tongue continued to taste every inch of her mouth. Shirley felt like her body was on fire. She moved her hands to feel his broad chest. Damn! She had almost forgotten how it felt like. Just right... His mouth left hers and started to trail down her body, from her neck to her soft buds, down to her navel, and then finally he used his hand to spread her legs apart and his mouth moved down to her wetness to taste her. A moan escaped Shirley's lips when she felt his tongue down there. She even bit her lower lip in pleasure as he continued to move his tongue all around her wetness, teasing her. When his face moved away from her wetness, he leaned forward to inch his face towards hers, and then captured her mouth again, at the same ti
The duo, that is Shirley's father and Amelia ended their laughter as soon as Shirley's figure came into their view. Shirley's gaze first moved and rested on her father but she quickly averted her gaze from him to Amelia, not even returning the smile he offered her. She couldn't help but be surprised. Her father seldom laughed. She could count the number of times he had laughed since they lost her mother, his wife, with one hand. So what exactly had Amelia shown to him to make him laugh like he was doing until just a second ago? She couldn't help but be curious. Her eyes moved from Amelia to her father again, his face still had traces of laughter. "Hey dad, you were not home when I got back home yesterday so I assumed you were out of the country. You must have come back home this morning," Shirley said as she took a seat across where the duo were sitting together on a two-seater sofa. Although she was curious, she decided not to voice out her curiosity just yet. It was best she first
Taking deep breaths in successions, Shirley tried to calm down. She had also noticed the change in the colour of her eyes and knew it was because of how angry she was. She could feel her claws itching to come out. She knew she was gradually losing her cool. She continued taking deep breaths in succession until she felt calm return to her body. She fixed her gaze on Amelia, using the mirror in the car. "Does Max know?" Shirley asked, her voice now calm. "I don't know," came Amelia's low reply. She heaved in a deep breath, and then continued. "You know Max, although the government clearly didn't tell him, he most probably already knows. He is smart like that," Amelia said. Because Shirley's gaze was fixed on Amelia she noticed the light that shone in Amelia's eyes as she talked about Max. And it wasn't the first time she was noticing this. There was just this way Amelia's expression would usually soften when she talked about her boyfriend. Shirley wasn't naive. She could already te
For the umpteenth time, Shirley squinted her eyes at the redhead standing in front of her, and then she moved her eyes to the paparazzi that the redhead had brought along with her as per Loretha's order. Not too far from where the paparazzi stood were the make-up artist, fashion designer and hair stylist that usually worked with Shirley. "Your fans haven't heard from you in quite a while. It will only be a short video shoot I promise, you just have to follow the script," Monique had a pained expression on her face as she tried to convince Shirley to do what Loretha had ordered. Shirley had no problem doing the short video shoot for her fans, it was a normal end of the week routine, what she had problems with was the fact that Monique's heart had jumped the moment she had stepped into the sitting room earlier, after being told by her maid Eva that her personal assistant Monique was around. Why had her heart jumped the moment she saw her? Was it anxiety? Guilt? Or was Monique just mere
Shirley's gaze on Amelia sharpened on hearing her words. "Is the news about Max?" she asked hopefully and sighed softly, disappointment dancing in her eyes, when Amelia shook her head in negation."It is about you actually…" Amelia paused as she noticed disinterest spread over Shirley's face but she continued speaking anyway, in the next minute."So after the accident that made you turn, Max asked me to dig into the events that led to it. About the envelope you received that night and about how they were able to know the exact place you were in order to make the accident happen. I am sure you must be curious about it too. So here is what I found out…"Shirley interrupted Amelia, "Monique my personal assistant is clearly working for the hunter and must have attached a tracking device to my car that night," she paused with a smirk, clearly enjoying Amelia's stunned expression, which didn't last ver long before becoming neutral.Shirley continued, "The Hunter clearly knew that I was boun
It was the early hours of the evening. Shirley was still rummaging through her walk-in closet, looking for the appropriate outfit to wear to Alicia's tournament later that evening, when her phone beeped. She made her way to the dressing table right inside the closet, where the phone was and picked it up. She had just gotten a text message from Alex. She opened the message and it read: "Can't wait for tonight. Alicia will be so excited. I still haven't told her you will be gracing the tournament with your presence. Imagine how surprised she will be when she sees you." Shirley smiled and was about to start typing a reply when her phone beeped again. Alex had texted her again. It read: "I will pick you up in an hour and 30 minutes." There was a winking emoji at the end of the message. Shirley's smile widened. Some people never changed. She could feel his excitement even over the phone via his simple text messages. Even back then when they were still kids, Alexander had always been the
Pacing about the hospital floor, the clacking sound Shirley's sneakers made with the tiled floor was the only sound that could be heard in the hospital's reception accompanied by Alexander's shaky breath, and of course his heart pounding erratically against his ribcage except only Shirley could hear it. Her mind was a chaotic mess. Memories of how Emily had died the day she was abducted played like a video in her head. She had been shot too. Just like how Alicia had been shot just a few minutes ago. Emily had died. Alicia wouldn't die too, right? Shirley's body crouched on the floor, her hand moving to tug a few strands of her chocolate brown hair, messing it up. Right now, Alicia was in the operating room. They were trying to save her life, the doctors. They would be able to save her, right? Alicia wouldn't die, right? "There you are," a voice rang out, cutting through the thick silence that had been ensuing in the reception. Shirley's head turned to the entrance to see Loretha and
Minutes went by quickly as the two girls engaged in a staring contest accompanied by a deafening silence. Amelia's expression remained unchanged even after hearing Shirley's words so it was hard for Shirley to tell what she was thinking. "Say something," Shirley's voice broke through the silence and Amelia hummed before tilting her head to the side but she returned her gaze to Shirley in the next second. "I think you are not thinking straight and that's understandable considering this unfortunate situation," Amelia finally spoke. "And what do you mean by that?" Shirley raised an eyebrow. "You can't just turn your friend just because you can. It is wrong," Amelia muttered. Shirley nodded. She did get Amelia's point but she clearly couldn't just let Alicia die. "I am not letting Alicia die. Not when I can do something about it," Shirley spoke through gritted teeth and it was Amelia's turn to nod. "Think about it for a second Shirley; you bite her, she turns and gets better, what