Don’t Make Me Love You

Lily’s POV“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Calderm City. The local time is 9:45 a.m. Please remain seated until the seatbelt sign is switched off.”The hostess’s voice came through the speakers, and everyone around me started moving, unbuckling seatbelts and reaching for their bags. I sat still for a moment, staring at the seat in front of me. My chest felt tight, reminding me that this was it. I was really back.When the light finally went off, I got up slowly, clutching my latest Louis Vuitton handbag close to me. The people around me looked normal, tired parents with kids, businesspeople scrolling through their phones, tourists carrying neck pillows. Nobody knew that for me, this wasn’t just another flight. This was me walking back into the past I had been running from for five years.Stepping out of the plane, the rush of air from the jet bridge hit me. My heart thudded harder. Calderm City. The city where I had once been happy. The city where I had lost everything. The city whe

Lily’s POV“Sir…” I whispered, but he didn’t let me finish. His lips crashed against mine again, harder this time, and his hands slid under my dress. My back hit the cold wall of the stall, and I shivered from the way he was touching me.He spun me around and bent me over, my palms landing on the water cistern to steady myself. His hand gripped my hip firmly as if he didn’t trust me to stand on my own. The sound of his zipper coming undone filled the small space, and then without a moment’s hesitation, he thrust into me from behind.I gasped loudly, biting down on my lip to keep from screaming his name. He filled me completely, and for a split second, I forgot about revenge, forgot about pain. I literally forgot everything.His thrusts were strong, rough, yet controlled. Each one slammed into me with a force that made my legs shake. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the restroom, mixing with my moans that I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hand gripped the cistern so tigh

Lily’s POV“You missed work today, ma’am?” Charles asked as he shut the door behind him. He walked into my room, holding the file I had requested earlier.“I called in sick,” I replied, grabbing the file from his hands and opening it quickly. It contained detailed information about Adrian’s whereabouts and the recent calls he had made.“Where is Damian?” I asked without looking up, my eyes still glued to the paper in my hands.“He is in the guest room, ma’am.”I nodded. “You may leave.”He turned to walk out, but I immediately stopped him.“Charles.”He turned back, his attention once again on me.“You did a good job with the farmland. Thank you.”He smiled. “You’re welcome. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”I smiled back faintly before tossing the paper away. There was nothing useful in it. Nothing important. Only God knew what Adrian was really up to and how he kept managing to hide his evil deeds.I stood up and made my way to the guest room. My head was everywhere at once, crowd