LOGINHi, lovelies! How do you like the story so far? Buckle up for the craziest ride ever, Sebastian and Callie’s story will keep you on the edge of your seats!
SEBASTIAN Seeing the little dove again never crossed my mind. Not even once. That night, I needed a distraction, something to keep my raging monsters at bay, and she did her job quite well. She even amused me. One minute she’s docile, and the next she’s spitting fire from her heart shaped lips. Callie Parker did something no woman had ever done—she said no to me. It was supposed to rile me up, fuel me to claim her and make her say the golden word, but it only made me curious to know her. And you see that curiosity? To me, it’s dangerous. Why do I want to know the little dove? Why do I play images of that night on a constant loop in my head? Why does my cock harden at the thought of her voice? It’s why I didn’t fucking bother to find her. But now, she’s standing in front of me like a prize. Her teary blue eyes are blown wide, her breath bursting in and out as she stares at me. “Mr….Mr…”My lips twitch. “Do you owe this man, too?” The piece of shit next to me shouts, his voic
CALLIE “You didn’t do that, Callie.” A visible tremor in Scarlett’s voice makes my knees lock, my breaths bursting in and out like I’ve lost control of my lungs. She grabs my shoulder, and her nails sink into my flesh. “Tell me you didn’t tell Mr. Voss your fucking name.”My teeth clatter together. “I…I did.”“The fuck is wrong with you, Callie?” She pants, her face pale. “You could have walked out of there without giving him your details, but you spilled every fucking thing?”“Scar—”“Don’t,” she pulls away from me, raising a single finger up. “I don’t want to hear any of your lame excuses, Callie.”I swallow. “Do you even know who you’re dealing with?” she shouts, her voice rising over the loud music, slamming into me with so much force, it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. “Sebastian fucking Voss. He controls parts of the city people don’t even know exist, and he’s involved in underground shady things that’d definitely make your skin crawl. You know it’s scary enough that
CALLIE I shove him off me. Hard. I hate men like this. Men who think anything can be bought with money, just like my filthy landlord, Landon. Reaching for my purse, I grab it, then steady myself when I realize I’m about to fall. “You’re ridiculous to think every woman can be bought with money.” I take a step back, tugging my mini gown to cover myself more. “I don’t care how much you’re willing to pay…I’m not interested.” His dark eyes follow me as if he can read every thought racing in my head. “You’re walking out of here, little dove?” His voice is calm, almost teasing, like he’s already won some private game I don’t even know I’m playing. “Yes,” I walk toward the door, my heels clicking sharply against the floor. Glancing over my shoulders, I glare at him. “And you can keep your money.” He tilts his head, a smirk curving his lips. “Not so fast. I’d like to know the name of the woman who dares to tell me no.”I freeze. My pulse jumps, but I don’t bother to turn around. Clutc
CALLIE My body still feels hollow, like something vital has been ripped from my system and can never be replaced. Each step into the club Scarlett works thrusts me into a whole new world, one I’m not even welcome in. But this isn’t about choice anymore. It’s about survival. I’ve been sitting in a secluded corner for the past half an hour, shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of hungry men, but I’m slowly starting to lose it. Scarlett rushes toward me. A bald man spanks her ass, and she wiggles it at him, blowing him a kiss as she saunters toward me. I look away, embarrassed on her behalf. “Callie, we have a problem.” She urges me to stand. “Give me a quick 360 first,” and while I refuse, she grabs my shoulder and flips me around. She clicks her tongue, smirking darkly. “Good enough.”“What?” I jerk my head forward. “Scarlett, what’s going on?” Her eyes narrow at me. “The client…he doesn’t just need a woman’s company. He wants a show.”A cold shiver runs down my spine. “He chang
CALLIE I’m a crying mess when the door slams open. Landon—no hair, puffy face with a venomous tongue—pushes his way in, guiding a six foot tall man into my apartment. The supposed Mr. Hale looks at me, then at the messed up apartment. “I thought the entire society agreed that women take care of houses better, why in the world does this space look like a dumpster?”Panic floods my system. I ignore the rude man and face Landon instead. If he can give me a few days to figure this out, I’ll pay up his rent. He doesn’t have to humiliate me by bringing someone else in. I part my lips, but Landon shuts me up with the murderous gaze in his eyes. “You want to beg like always?” He asks with a light chuckle that humiliates me to the core. “That’s not going to work today, Callie. I’ll give you ten minutes to pick up your ID and a few important items, others will be thrown out.”Adrenaline shoots through my system. “I just need a few days.”“A few days?” Landon barks, spitting in my face. “Whe
CALLIE I laugh. A broken, hysterical laugh rips out of my throat. “Three years,” I hiss, my hands trembling. “You stole my time, my money…my best friend.” I yank my pants up as if it could somehow restore my dignity. “For three years.”Heat flushes through my body. I grab Trent’s collar, suddenly feeling weak in the knees, but it doesn’t stop my outburst. “You know what, Trent? I don’t give a fuck anymore. Cheat, lie, gamble, I don’t care”His face darkens. “Just give me my money.” My voice cracks. “Then you and your slut can get the hell out of my life. That’s what you want, right?” I tighten my hold on his collar, “give it back and you can leave!”He pushes me so hard, I crash right into the dining chairs. “The fuck is your problem, woman?” He smoothens his crumbled collar while pain shoots through every nerve of me. “I told you your money is gone! Quit crying and stop making a scene in front of Brittany.”“Are you embarrassed she’s going to see your true pathetic self?” I sit







