"Jessica?" Devon calls out, snapping me out of my trance. I immediately push my gaze up to his face, ignoring the burn I feel on my cheeks. "What are you doing here?""U-um, I want to invite you for dinner. It's ready," I stutter out, feeling as breathless as a schoolgirl in a boy's room. I shouldn't be feeling like this. "I didn't hear your voice, so I came in. I should have known you were occupied. I'm sorry for intruding.""Oh, it's no big deal," he says, an easy smile on his face. "Let me just get dressed, and I'll be up in a minute." He answers. I let out a quick nod before turning on my heels and bolting out of his room, my heart pounding inside of me. The image of Devon's partly unclad body forever burned into my mind.Before I get to the table, however, I wipe all the traces of my flustered self and wear a composed look on my face. Devon joins us much later, dressed in a simple grey cardigan and a fitting glass. We say a quick prayer before digging into the food before us.As
The weekdays slowly fly by and before long, another weekend is upon us. As usual, I expect a normal boring Saturday of me just lazing around but all of that is about to change. We have just finished breakfast and I go back to my room for a quick change of clothes. When I return back to the living area, I meet Devon and Emma in an intense conversation. They quickly break off when they see me descend the stairs, both trying to wear a neutral look on their faces.I slow down on my steps, eyeing both of them warily. "What's going on?"Emma exchanges glances with Devon before rushing to meet me, a suppressed grin on her face. Devon and I are just discussing," she says when she reaches my side. I cast a long look at Devon, who starts taking his coffee, putting on a big show of scrolling through his phone. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something," she says, interrupting me."What is it?""So, there's this new amusement park that opens a while back, and all my classmates have been there, sa
"Your name... it used to be Marie Quinn, didn't it?" Evelyn utters, her voice a chilling whisper that pierces through the air like a knife.Time stands still as her revelation sinks in, the words hanging in the air. The blood in my veins runs cold, icy tendrils of fear snaking their way through my body.How did she know that!?She sees my reaction, and a sinister smile appears on her lips as she continues to glare at me. I swallow, doing my best to calm my racing heart. "How did you know that?" I ask, my voice clipped."Remember Zachary Donovan? That bastard was my husband. You were the whore he kept." She states, and my heart skips multiple beats. Although I'm terrified, I do my best not to allow it to seep to the surface. Steeling my expression, I cock my head to the side, pretending to be lost in thought but every nerve in my body is on high alert."Oh, that guy. He talked about you a lot while having sex with me," I say."What I also know is that you killed him," she throws at me,
2 years ago.The room is dark and I'm on my knees, heart in my throat. Still, I try not to let it show as I wait for him. After what seems like forever. the door creaks open, and he enters, a sinister silhouette shrouded in darkness. My heart skips several beats and goosebumps break out of my skin.Approaching me with predatory grace, he grasps a fistful of my hair, wrenching my head back sharply. Suppressing the instinct to cry out, I bite my lips hard enough to draw blood, desperate to stifle any indication of the fear that pulsates within me. His gaze falls to the collar he has placed on my neck and I feel it darken."You're not a submissive, are you?" His voice, eerily calm, slices through the silence like a sharpened blade. My fingers dig into my trembling thighs, seeking solace in the pain as I muster a feeble reply."But I've been doing everything you told me to.""On your own terms." He bites back, his anger increasing by the minute. I look away, but even I know my stubbornnes
Sitting in my office, hands on my chin, I can't stop my thoughts from wandering. The last two days have been hell. Somehow, Jessica has gone from coming out of her shell to completely closing herself off, and I don't know what's wrong. I've tried asking, but it doesn't seem to get anywhere with her."Not like she would tell me anyway," I mutter to myself, a mirthless laugh escaping my lips. I can't help but think about the night before. Emma coming to wake me up, tears streaming down her face as she relays the news to me."Jessie is screaming," she cries, pointing up the stairs. "I've tried to wake her up, but she's not budging. I don't know what else to do!"The panic surging through me as I rush up the stairs, despite my calm expression. I find her twisting on the bed, eyes closed, body sweating, and tears streaming out of her eyes. She is in agony. I try to wake her up, but every time I touch her, she won't stop muttering, her body wound tight."Please," she whispers, her voice lade
I am sitting in the kitchen area, poring over the overwhelming stack of bills we have to pay when suddenly, a loud thud echoes through the house. Within moments, I hear a piercing scream, and Sophie rushes towards me, her eyes wide with panic."Something's happened!" She screams at me, pointing to the bathroom. "Emma has fainted and she won't wake up!"Without waiting for her to finish her statement, I'm already up on my feet, running to the bathroom and flinging the door open. There she is, lying on the ground, her hands on her stomach, a small gash on her forehead, and her skin as pale as a ghost. The bathroom smells of the cereal we ate this morning, and I know she has already thrown it up.I drop to my knees beside her, cradling her fragile head against my chest, my heart pounding in my ears. Emma. Sick, frail Emma. She's always been sick, but I've always put off her check-up for a later time, mostly because I'm afraid of what I will find if I take her to the hospital. Patting her
The contract is drafted and signed, and I begin to work as Zachary Donovan's escort. It isn't bad at first; all I need to do is follow him to a couple of private parties and act as his private dancer for the night. But soon, it begins to get worse. Somehow, I go from being an exclusive dancer to being his mistress, a position I loathe with all of my being but can barely do anything about because of the money it offers. If only he had kept it at that.One day, I follow him to one of his private parties and meet a couple of men there, with me being the only lady in the room. The sinister looks on their faces tell me I'll be doing something more than just dancing, and when I turn to Zachary, he confirms it."I'll be sharing you with all these men tonight,"he declares, his voice devoid of remorse, his face an emotionless mask."I can't do this; it isn't in the contract," I try to refuse, but he grips me by my arms, squeezing them tight. Fear crawls up my spine at the act. Leaning closer t
As she narrates her past, I listen with rapt attention, my fears quickly turning to horror as I see what she's been through. Tears stream down her eyes, but she doesn't stop talking, her gaze fixed on the dark sea before us. How did one person go through all of that?"So that's it..." She finally concludes, her voice shaky and hoarse. "All you wanted to know. I don't care what you think of me. What I want you to know is I have no regrets about what I did, and if I had the chance to redo it, I wouldn't change a thing. It's just..." She trails off, hurriedly wiping the tears from her face before burying her face in her hands and sobbing. I just stare at her, too shocked to say anything."You probably hate me right now." She whimpers, her voice muffled."Hate you? Why would I think that? I could never hate..." Cutting myself off, I move towards her, pulling her hands away from her face and gazing at her teary eyes. "I could never hate you, Jessica. If anything, I love you even more right