Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"Delcan gazed at Chantelle, taking in every detail of her appearance. "You're stunning," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen you look more beautiful." Chantelle blushed even more deeply, and she looked away. Delcan could see that she was nervous, and he wanted to put her at ease. "You don't have to be shy," he said. "You're amazing." Chantelle smiled and looked back at him, her eyes shining. "Thank you," she said. "I'm just not used to this, you know?" Delcan nodded. " "I know
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled outside, and the rain pounded against the window. Chantelle sat huddled in her bed, trying to ignore the storm raging around her. But it was no use - she couldn't sleep, her mind was racing with thoughts of what the next day would bring. She knew she had to face her uncle, and she was dreading it. Her uncle was a cruel man, and she knew he would not be happy to see her. But she had no choice - she had to do this.Chantelle pulled the covers tighter around her, trying to find some warmth in the cold, dark night. As she lay there, she thought back to how she had ended up in this situation. It had all started when her parents had died, leaving her alone in the world. She had been sent to live with her uncle and his family, and it had been a nightmare ever since. He had never treated her well, and she knew he resented her presence in his home. But she had nowhere else to go, and she was determined to make the best of it. She hears her name "
In the morning, Chantelle awoke with a start. The sun was shining brightly through the window, and she could hear the birds singing outside. For a moment, she forgot where she was, and then the memories of the previous night came rushing back. She groaned and got out of bed, her heart heavy with dread. She knew she had to face her uncle, and she wasn't sure she was ready for it. But she knew she had to be strong - she had to be brave. *The previous night* Chantelle POV "Uncle please, not today." I said, begging my uncle but he didn't listen. He pushed her to the bed and slapped her hard and said " I've been the one feeding you since your freaking parents died and there's no way you would ever pay me except you give me you pussy." He said with a smile on his face. I cried. Please Uncle I promise to pay back. I said! He grabbed her boobs and started sucking aggressively, I moaned in pain and close my eyes but he said to me this is not the first time you know right and remember I took
The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered." Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help.
Chantelle's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. It was them, her relatives, back from their outing. She quickly wiped the last few tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. She had to act normal, had to pretend that everything was fine. But as she heard the front door open, she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. "Chantelle," her aunt said, her voice falsely sweet. "We're home!" Chantelle forced a smile and said, "Hi. How was your day?" "Oh, just lovely, just lovely," her aunt replied, giving her a tight smile. But Chantelle could see the anger and suspicion in her eyes. Her aunt turned to her uncle. "Darling, could you check on dinner? I'm going to get changed." "Of course, my love," her uncle said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Chantelle watched her leave the room, her heart racing. Cause she was going to be alone with her uncle. "I can't wait to have you as dinner to night baby." H
Delcan he is tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He has a strong, determined jaw and a confident air about him. He's impeccably dressed, always wearing a crisp suit and tie, with his hair neatly styled. But beneath his polished exterior, there's a kind and sensitive soul. He's loyal and protective of those he cares about, and he has a soft spot for those who are less fortunate. He is very wealthy. He's a successful businessman, and he has a lot of money and possessions. He's the type of person who doesn't have to worry about money - he can buy whatever he wants, whenever he wants. His house is a luxurious mansion, with everything a person could want. He drives a fancy car, and he wears expensive clothes and jewelry. He eats at the best restaurants, and he travels the world in style. Delcan POV_As I was driving home from work, the streets were quiet and still. It was late, and most people were already home for the night. But something caught my eye - a g
Chantelle is working at the coffee shop, and she sees a customer enter. She's surprised to see that it's Delcan, the handsome, wealthy man she met the other night. She feels a little flustered, but she tries to act cool and collected. As Delcan walks up to the counter, he says, "Hello, I'd like to order a coffee, please." He smiles at Chantelle, and she feels her heart skip a beat. She's nervous, but she tries to play it cool. "Sure thing," she says, and she starts making his coffee. Chantelle hands Delcan his coffee, and as he takes it, their hands touch briefly. They both look up, a little surprised by the contact. There's an awkward moment of silence, and then Delcan says, "Thanks for the coffee. I really appreciate it." Chantelle just nods and smiles, trying to act natural. Delcan takes a sip of his coffee, and then says, "You know, I never properly introduced myself the other night. My name is Delcan." Chantelle smiles and says, "It's nice to meet you, Delcan. I'm Chantelle." Ju
Delcan POV I stormed home, seething with anger and frustration. I couldn't believe that Chantelle had rejected me. I'd never been turned down before, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I thought to myself, "I have so many women who would do anything to be with me. Why did she turn me down?" But even as I raged, I couldn't stop thinking about her. There was something about her that drew me in, and I had to find her. So, I looked up her address and set out to find her. Chantelle POV I sat at the counter, my thoughts racing. I couldn't believe that I had rejected Delcan. I knew I should have said yes when he asked me out, but my fear got the best of me. I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head. His face was burned into my memory, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. No man had ever made me feel this way. Was I making a mistake by turning him down? I shouldn't let my fear get the best part of me.The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had made a mistake. I sh