She screamed.
He'd somehow found her and kidnapped her. He was going to kill her. She needed to escape."You—let me go!" Cried parsley, as his powerful arms constricted her.She raked her nails across his face, and he cursed loudly. Regardless, he lifted her in his arms and dropped her into the bed."Don't -" He warned, pointing the finger at her.She froze like a deer in headlights.He slowly sat down on the sofa in the corner of the bedroom, cross-legged: "Lilly.""Yes, sir." Said the maid, Lilly checked Parsley feet. Luckily, there were only cuts to her feet. Judy hurriedly disinfected the cuts and bandaged them. Then she left the room.The atmosphere of the room cooled down. But Parsley didn't feel like the storm had passed, more that she was in the eye of it. "I…Why am I here?"She had figured this was his house already, or at least one of his houses. This guy was rich. Mega rich. That somehow explained why Stephan gave her to him, she guessed."I saw you faint outside Stephan apartment," Ryan said, drily.The memory flashed across her mind, and she involuntarily recoiled, scrunching up her face. Was it a loss? Sadness…? No, humiliation. "And my clothes?""Lilly undressed you."She sighed with relief.He grinned, but to her, it looked as if he were sneering: "Still shy? I've already seen…" His eyes wandered to the tops of her thighs, "everything."Biting her lower lip, parsley turned her head, away from him and this place.But he questioned her closely: "Why haven't you broken up with stephan yet? And why on earth go back to him?"How did he know? Unless… he'd followed her. Of course. What worried her more, however, was what he wanted with her now. She doubted it was a kindness that brought her here. Maybe for another round of sex, her his toy to be fucked senseless and left speaking gibberish afterward.She bit her lip, "Look, any deal you made with Stephan involving me – well, it is off. I'm out, okay? You and that sick fuck can just go fuck each other."She got out of the bed and limped slowly towards the door."Wait a minute." His tone was cool and calm.parsley stopped and looked at him, warily: "Anything else?""Without stephan, your uncle's workshop will close. You don't want that. So how about you find another partner?" He lit up a cigarette.His impassiveness chilled parsley: "What do you mean?""Your uncle forced you to make up with Stephan, right?"She bit her lower lip tightly."After everything that has happened, are you really willing to go back to Stephan?" She could see that Ryan had planned his little speech and, she supposed, much more besides. Confidence bled from him.Ryan breathed the cigarette deeply, his grey eyes flashing dark and dangerous: "I can help you to break off your engagement, and aid you in keeping your uncle's business."parsley turned to face him."But I have conditions," Ryan added.She held her breath."Be mine." The cigarette head flickered between his fingers. His eyes were stormy and shocking.parsley stood dumbfounded. She had never seen a man talking about ownership of a woman so casually."You are crazy." She eventually said, staring daggers at him. "I'm leaving and don't you dare follow me." She asked her clothes from Lilly, got changed, left the villa.Ryan watched her leaving. A ghost of a smile touched his lips.****Seven o'clock in the morning.When Parsley got back home, it was morning, and a slant of lemon-colored sunlight lit up the kitchen. The radio was on, and it smelt of burnt toast. Dalton was at the dining table, reading a newspaper, and drinking a black coffee. "Was Stephan angry?" He asked, stubbing one out. "Have you made up with him?"parsley looked over at Valerie: she was eating breakfast in a yellow dress, gentle and quiet, and oh so pretty. It was as if nothing had happened. She felt another of her heartstrings snap.Exhausted, parsley wordlessly went to her room. As the fever swept over her again, parsley snuggled deeper into her bed, thought about all the hate she now felt towards her family and slept.She awoke in the evening to a knock on the door.Dalton called her outside: "parsley, stephan is here! Come out!"parsley dragged herself up and opened the door.Dalton took her aside and said in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? Your aunt and I finally convinced Stephan home for dinner. Now grow up and apologize to him," he said, leaning in close to her face."Uncle…""Please, parsley."parsley forced down the barbed wire ball in her throat, changed clothes, combed her hair, and walked down to the living room.stephan was slouched on the couch, between Norah and Valerie. Norah smiled at him: "It's all parsley fault. Her uncle and I told her; Fights between lovers are common. Just - forget it!"Valerie had rested her hand on his thigh and said: "She can be such a drama queen sometimes.""parsley, come and talk to stephan." Norah winked at her.parsley stared at Stephan silently.A long moment passed and Stephan began to squirm under her gaze: sense the anger and humiliation and hate in it."parsley!" Norah shouted.She suddenly snapped out of it. "Can you come with me?" Said parsley, a calmness overtaking her. "I want to talk to you." She left for the garden.Norah sounded relieved and smiled apologetically to Stephan: "Savannah's just shy. Why don't you both hash it out in private?"stephan left, and Valerie glared after them, a storm passing over her face. Envy stabbed at her heart: She longed for him to take her and marry her. She'd given herself to him, and he'd accepted, filling her and completing her in ways she didn't know was possible. It wasn't enough, she decided, to be hidden away. Why couldn't he acknowledge their love? Because of parsley? What a joke. And deep inside, a plan started to form.It was warm out. The sun was low, and the sky was like orange peel. Birds sang loudly overhead, and a light breeze stirred the long grass. parsley blurted it out: "Set me free, Stephan. Just let me gostephan ground his teeth. Women fell over themselves to be with him. And now parsley thought she could just dismiss him, like some stray dog?"What?" He spat. "You can't leave me."parsley glanced at Valerie through the window, "I wouldn't want to get between the two of you," she said quietly, turning back to the garden.stephan nodded slowly and then barked a laugh. He slung his arm around her waist and pulled her in tight. "Now listen to me. I own you, you frigid cow." His voice was a sharp whisper in her ear, and his hand-dug into her flank so that she yelped. "If it weren't for my grandfather, who insists that I marry you to avoid 'gossip,' I would happily leave you. I hate you, do you hear me? I mean, why would I want to marry an orphan girl who always looks so miserable?" He crooned another laugh. "Don't ask too much from me, parsley. The wedding will take place as planned next month. After that, you stay out of my way, and I'll do the same. But if you don't agree… ?" he shrugge
Mr. Sterling—" The guard protested."Was I not clear?" He said, stooping into the car."Actually…It doesn't have to be..." She squeaked, suddenly guilty over the whole thing."Are you always so kind to those who hurt you?"parsley buttoned her lips.The car drove up the gravel drive to the villa. parsley got out and followed him inside to a spacious living-room-slash-office space with a glass wall at the far end and a cream leather couch. Minimalist bookshelves and a desk in the other corner with a globe nearby."What's up?" Ryan asked casually, walking the length of the room.He had poured a glass of wine (he hadn't offered her one) and was now sitting on the sofa rigid and stern like he was about to discipline her. The sunlight streamed through the window behind him, somehow amplifying his charismatic and elegant demeanor. Like a sexy Jesus, she thought. Laughed, swatted the idea down, and sat down in the armchair opposite him.parsley wrung her hands and squirmed in the armchair. "
Stop," said Ryan, raising a hand.Mark then said, "Sir, it's your father's sixtieth this weekend. It's at the Ritz. Your younger sister called me just now, asking if you'd like to go.""Tell her I'm busy," he sighed. "And arrange to have a gift sent, something big and expensive."Mark hesitated for a moment, "Since you returned to Los Angeles, you haven't been back to see your family. This time…""That's enough." Ryan interrupted stern-faced. It was getting dark out, and he could see the phosphorous street lights were flickering on, one by one in the distance. "Pick up, parsley, and drive her home."Mark bit back his tongue and nodded, went to leave.Lilly hurried over. "Oh, you know the poor relationship between Mr. Sterling and his father," she hissed. "why keep bringing it up? You know it only makes him upset."Mark forced a smile, "I just want to know why. It feels like there are secrets everywhere with this family, and I know none of them."He'd been Ryan private bodyguard for tw
Fuck you, Valerie." She said, the words coming out like sparks from a furnace. "How long has it been, huh? You and Stephan, your secret 'meetings,' how long!" In the last part, parsley growl through clenched teeth, and Valerie momentarily recoils.Valerie had known that parsley had discovered them. Stephan had told her as much the day before. And good innocent parsley would keep feigning ignorance, and she'd thought, only she wasn't… not anymore. Then remembering this was her house, her parents, and that she was the older one, she loomed upright and began fighting back. "At least I'm loved, parsley. At least I'm wanted by him. Something you'll never know, you leech. You parasite! You think he wants to marry you, so you can bleed him dry? Ha!" she barks. "You stupid girl.""What the hell is wrong with you? I really, really, don't care. If you want to become Valerie Yontz and marry the idiot, be my guest. But I'm guessing he's using you the same way he's used me." parsley sighted, pity
stephan parked in front of the hotel. It was crowded with people in pretty dresses and dark suits, and they were slowly making their way inside to the main hall. There was a marble fountain, and several parked cars outside, and stephan stopped as close as he could to a red car. They got out, and stephan took parsley by the arm and introduced her to his mother, Hannah. It was her red car."Hello, my dear!" she said, flinging her arms around them both. "stephan, you look so handsome! And so pretty, parsley!" She smiled. Took a swig of wine."Are you already drunk?" Asked Stephan."No, not yet. A few wines, that's all." She waved at Norah, Dalton, and Valerie behind them, struggling with the car door. "The Schultz's. The perfect family." She said, as they finally joined them and kissed Norah and Dalton on the cheeks. "Thank you so much for coming. It wouldn't be the same without you."Norah blushed. "It's a pleasure."" She snorted and placed a steadying hand on Norah's shoulder as she l
stephan hissed into her ear, "you heard the man. We'd better get to it soon, eh? Was I thinking… tonight? If you're free, that is?"She elbowed him hard in the ribs, but he didn't back off. "Remember what happens if you mess this up for me. Be nice now, and later tonight, you can be as naughty as you like." He grinned so wide she worried his ears might drop in. She bit her bottom lip hard, so hard it drew blood. If Mr. Sterling didn't come soon, she knew, then she would have to sleep with his guy.Then, quickly, the room grew silent. It was like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. A fork clattered; a mother silenced a child; a wine glass chimed. Then, shoes hoofing on the marble floor, growing louder, each stride resonating purpose.A man entered, tall and handsome in a charcoal grey suit. Chest out shoulders back, hands in pockets. Such elegance and confidence that he commanded the attention of everyone there. parsley's eyes fixed on him and realized that figure. It was Mr. S
parsley let out a guttural growl and gnashed out her words. "You! You who slept with my sisterstephan turned scarlet, his jaw clenched, and fists were clenched white. He was raised above his head, ready to strike, like a hammer on an anvil.parsley flinched. Waited for the blow to land… but it didn't come.Stephen's hand was frozen above his head, where it was locked in a vice-like grip. Stephen stared maniacally at his uncle, Ryan, whose jaw, wide and sharp like a spade edge, was clamped shut in a repressed rage."You would dare hit a woman in front of me." Not a question.stephan's temper quickly cooled; his shoulders dropped, and his mouth started to form words that sounded like an apology."Remember who I am, stephan, and know that she is now with me." He let go of stephan's arm and took parsley's hand, whispered to her, "Do you want to go back inside, or would you rather leave?"parsley shook to the core, felt she had no choice but to cling to his arm as he led her to the backse
You have the nerve to come back here? After running away with a man, just like your shameless mother!" Shouted Norah, livid, jumping out the sofa.Dalton, usually the diplomat, joined in, "Are you crazy, parsley? How could you sleep with stephan's uncle? Is there any misunderstanding? Just go and explain to stephan and old Sterling, and tell them it's nothing between you and Ryan."parsley clenched her fists. "No misunderstanding. stephan and I couldn't be together anymore."Norah pointed her finger at her, "Did you hear that? She really has a thick hide! Shameless thing! The same as her mother, who ran away from home, abandoning her daughter and her husband!""Stop it!" parsley stared at her aunt, "I'm not going to marry stephan, and I have the freedom to choose who I marry. And -let me be clear- stephan and I are over. That man, he has done things to me! Or are you just worried about your factory? Well, don't be. stephan won't dare do anything in fear of his uncle. Okay?"Dalton was