Se connecterDarcyThe door twisted slowly, like the person behind it knew what was going on.I held my breath, even though I could barely breathe with Grayson choking me.I gave a final tap. If I didn't get released, I could kiss my life goodbye right then and there.Vivian came into view at the door, wearing black lipstick and a black dress. She could pass for a widow.Her eyes went wide as they drifted to Grayson first.He let go of my neck forcefully, causing me to almost flip over. I rubbed my red neck, coughing painfully and dryly as I held onto Grayson's shirt for balance. I expected him to pull away, but he didn't. He just kept his gaze on me.Vivian's eyes predatorily tracked my skin like a hawk's, moving from my messy, tangled hair to the red finger marks on my neck, then to my swollen lips and down to my torn shirt.For a moment, she had that glint that always shone in her eyes when she was about to do something mischievous. The hatred in her eyes was clear as daylight. Then it turned i
Darcy“Wh–what are you doing here?” I stammered, my voice sounding like melting jelly.No matter how I tried to link it, the links weren’t just linking. Grayson and the tattoo guy? How did that even make sense? I stood at the door connecting dots but still couldn’t get clear. Then my eyes involuntarily drew to the bangle around his wrist.Yes. That bangle. It was the same—I pulled the other one from my pocket. I’d been carrying it along with me since that God-forsaken night.Darn it. I gritted my teeth with a surge of anger I didn’t even feel.I sauntered forward, toward Grayson who hadn’t moved since I came in. His gaze just bored somewhere in my head.I took his wrist without thinking, examining the silver linings of the chains. I squinted, taking a good look at it. Same brand. Same design. Same quality. Then something I shouldn’t have noticed — the play on letters. The two bracelets were engraved with the mixture of our names in it.I just stood there for a second, both bracelets
DarcyThe only noise on the hotel floor was the regular beating of my heart and the slow footsteps I made through the long hallway. The hotel lounge was quiet, too quiet that I could hear the air conditioning blowing inside each room. I stared at my lit-up phone screen to be sure this was the address the stranger had sent. I’d never been to a seven-star hotel all my life and a stranger I don’t even recognise invited me. Hmph. Ridiculous how I’d come without any slight hesitation.This was an opportunity to escape Grayson’s fucked-up house, but the more I stepped further the more I sensed everything was wrong. I stopped at the receptionist counter, clutching my thin fabric jersey top. Her long lashes fanned me up and down, clearly telling me she didn’t like the way I was dressed.I didn’t care as much. I just placed my hands on her table. “I was invited. I don’t know the room number.”“People like you always get invited.” She hissed, tapping on her screen.“At least I’m invited.”
DarcyI couldn’t run off. Not when my dad's scrutinizing gaze burned the side of my face, so I stayed still till we arrived the large mansion. The space was so wide with too many sculptures one would start thinking they had good intentions. A ridiculous little kingdom built for people with too much money. I hissed, clutching my backpack to my chest, my eyes hurt from glaring hard at Chester as he kept smiling even though he was sitting between two bodyguards like a dumb thief.My legs hurt to leave, to turn back and disappear. “Dad, are we really doing this?”Chester shrugged. “Trust me.”“I’d rather trust a monkey.”We were led in by the guards. My hands stayed tight around my backpack like it would save me from whatever thing was going to happen in this building. The cold air hit me first before the bright, expensive cologne that made my stomach twist ugly. I roamed my eyes into the grand sitting room. There sat a familiar figure, her rose lips tinted red, wearing a two-piece su
Darcy“What are you both doing here?” Lee asked with a squint. Trey stood behind him, grinning like a fool.“We aren’t— we were just— it’s not.” I stuttered, drying my sweaty hands on my pants that felt like bad news.Gray leaned beside me near the desk, a dirty grin on his face. I don’t know how we did it, but we were fully dressed before Coach turned the knobs. I almost hiccuped when my eyes slipped down to Grayson’s pants. It was still rock hard as hell. Is this guy a horse or something?I’m so terrified to say this, but I’d forcefully pulled his cock out of me. His eyes turned as he switched back to reality. And before the door could creak fully open our clothes were slapped back onto our bodies. My brain short-circuited as I couldn’t stop squirming and blacking out due to the lack of proper release.“I asked a question, punks.” Lee’s nose flared.I jerked back as I felt Grayson’s fingers behind me, trailing a spot on my pants.“Coach, we were— he’s—”Fuck.My thighs clenched
DarcyEvery system in my body stopped functioning as the smirk didn’t wipe off Grayson’s face. His long, veiny fingers held his phone, which had taken a record of my atrocity.“Grayson.” I whispered, palm going wet with itchy sweat.“Don’t act soft like that. You were really acting so smart in those cupboards, like a little sewer rat.” Grayson scoffed, his phone now hanging loosely between his fingers.“Grayson.” I called his name again, maybe saying it would help change his mind, but that would never work. Not when he was staring at me like he could snap my head off any wrong second.“I wonder how this would taste in Lee’s mouth. Sweet ex-captain.” He drew the word out in a slur, like he was tasting how it felt to be called an ex-captain.He stood in front of me. The heat from his body slapped my face with a sudden twist. I felt his hands slowly slide under my jacket, onto my naked skin. He pinched till it stung and I shivered.“Grayson.” The word fell out as a moan.I couldn’t be do







