I’m ravenous. Whenever I would see him, this intense craving would well up in me and more often than not, it would drive me literally ravishing the man. It’s insane and unhealthy, but I couldn’t stop myself. Neither did he. Sometimes, I’d reason with myself that it has been such a long time that we haven’t been intimate so we’re just making up for the lost time. Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself. Because the little creases on his forehead when I’m particularly randy have been showing up a lot lately. “Morning, Mr. Cane,” I sing-songed as he grumpily entered his office. He gave me a stern look and I smirked. The side of his mouth lifted. I went about my morning. We’re at a stalemate. This temporary truce is just that, a truce. Nothing more. I feel the itch to reach out for a bottle or my pills all the goddamn time. More often than not, I give in. The moments wherein I have a smidgeon of control left, I use it to distract myself. With work. But mostly with the body of
The beginning of the end started like this. I woke up naked and drenched in questionable fluids. Last night was one of the raunchiest nights we’ve spent together. It goes without saying that it’s one for the books. I blink back the tiredness from my eyes and check the time. I’m running late but my body just wouldn’t move. That lethargy you get only from a night of satisfaction lingers in my every limb. I want to simply bask in this indulgence. But life has its own plans. My phone starts ringing and doesn’t stop until I angrily pick it up. “What?” “Boss, our stocks are….” “Goddamn it,” I mumbled as I frustratedly got up from bed. The drone of the news coming from one of the finance guys keeps me company as I prepare for my day. The silence of the penthouse still irks me. Not a peep from Olivia. There’s no coffee machine running or sizzling of some meat on the stove. Things simply have changed and I have to accept that. I leave my room and contemplate the fact that we’ve regress
The shame I felt as I sneaked out of the penthouse was palpable. It crawled into my skin, creeping up to my face. I’m a grown woman who can’t get ahold of her urges. How pathetic is that?If I’m going to let go of everything, I need a plan. I can’t feel anything anymore. The craving for booze and pills waned but my sexual appetite reached another level. A scary one because I only felt that. Other than lust, carnal and primal at its core, I felt nothing else. I need to feel something else. Something better.I need to fix myself. I don’t want to use Austin like that. Not anymore. We enjoyed it, oh god we did. But enough is enough. I respect the man and I don’t want to just use his body. Our relationship is worth more than that. His face this morning was the thing that propelled me to get up. There’s nothing more motivating than self-loathing. The shame, the complete humiliation of watching his gorgeous face as he realized I’d hit rock bottom, that’s something else. It made me get
I went numb. All movements halted as I processed the information he gave me. “I... I should be scared? But… what have I done?” I couldn’t believe the things he was saying. Why is he mad? I should go. I tried to get up once again. He put more weight on my twisted arm, he’s crushing me down the cushion. I felt the panic rising more and more. I wanted to scream and run hysterically but I tried to stamp it down. That won’t help me now. He’s far stronger and angrier, I don’t stand a chance if it will come to blows. One-on-one combat has never gone well for women against men. “Can you release me? You’re hurting me, Matthew.” “No. You’re just going to leave,” he said but somehow his hold eased up. “I’m not, can we just talk about this first? There’s no need to get physical.” I tried to reason with the man, the primal need to escape from danger not letting up one bit. “If you let me go, I’ll stay. I promise.” “You’re too smart for your own good but I guess we could talk.” He releas
‘Sweetheart’, the term made my skin crawl. I never knew such a word could make me want to vomit that much. Or was it just the pills he shoved down my throat? I have no idea at this point. Does it matter? I’m in deep shit. There’s no other description of the situation. I watched him as he tried to hide his triumphant smug grin. “Please…” I pleaded. “Please, what? Let you go?” he shrugged. “Can’t do that.” “Matthew…” “Hmm… I really… really like that,” he confessed. “I just love hearing it from you. Makes me so excited, you know?” I closed my eyes. Everything was spinning. I scrunched them, maybe if I will this whole thing to go away… “Look at me,” he said menacingly. “Just… don’t go away. You like to not be here, I’m fed up with that. Stay here with me, okay?” “Where do I go?” I prodded. Anything to keep him talking. He might not do anything bad if we just talk. Fat chance of that happening but I can try, can’t I? I have no other choice. “Your past. You always go back,” he sa
Olivia Sweat is dripping on the sides of my face but the cold wind is refreshing. It's not the best first impression to show up windswept but I have no choice. I pedal faster. I want to arrive a little bit earlier so I have time to freshen up, and prepare myself. Preparation is always the key, I've read that somewhere. Interviews are always nerve-wracking and this is no different. This morning is important to me. It can make or break my future plans. My savings are dwindling by the day. We'll be out on the streets if I don't land a job by this month. I've donned my best attire, especially for this appointment. I have exactly five semi-formal blouses and this is my favorite white top. My denim lucky pants and my sensible shoes, my loafers, are the only pair I have that have no holes. They're perfect when riding my trusted bike. I've had this bike since I was a teenager. I don't care what other people say, I still use it since it's better than walking. Besides, bikes are fairl
Olivia I rush towards the lady behind the solid marble counter at the entrance of Cane Industries. It's almost 10 am, I only have 2 minutes left. I'm not going to salvage any remaining kind of good impression if I don't arrive on time. I angle my injured side away from the receptionist, hoping she doesn't notice the dirt marks and blood on my outfit, and throw me out of the building before I reach my interviewer. I’m not exactly sure how many wounds I have at this point. Better to just hide my whole body under the marble counter. Placing the phone down, she mutters "What?" in my general direction. Not looking at my face but lips turned up in a sneer upon my disgruntled appearance. "I have an interview with Mr. Austin?" I almost didn't want to disturb her. "10th floor." She spits out, still not looking at me. I lift my left ankle, it's still tender. It might be sprained. I scurry towards the area of the lifts. Entering, I tuck my messenger bag on my side. Wipe my sweaty palm
Austin Cane She scrambled after me. I stepped aside so she could enter the lift. I looked up at the mirror on the side of the wall to observe the new hire. The girl is nervous. She's fidgeting with the corner of her top. "Stop squirming so much. You weren't this shy yesterday." She nods in acquiescence. Takes a deep breath and lifts up her chin. As if an automatic switch has been flipped, she straightens her posture right before my eyes. Her wavy dark hair sways down to her hip. She clutches her small notebook. I exit the lift before I notice more things about the new girl. "This side is Cane Constructions Inc. I'm expecting you to know this already since you've had an orientation regarding the companies under Cane Industries." I don't wait for a response. Entering the HR department and going straight to the manager's room, I level the woman seated at her desk with a look. "Evelyn." "Yes Mr. Cane, sir?" The HR head looks up from her laptop. Startled at my sudden appearance. E