Chase seemed annoyed, and there was a look on his face that I was trying hard to decipher. I don’t know whether it was pain or if it was something else, but right now, I was mainly focused on one thing and that was making sure that I don’t get pregnant.“I told you, you don’t have to worry,” he said in a tight tone as he started to make his way towards the bathroom.Did he actually think that I was just going to take his word for it? My life was already hard enough. My job was sh*t, and my mom was slowly losing her mind, if not dying. And let’s not forget that he had also literally ended my father’s life.Yeah, the guy was a d*ck, but he was my father. I had some great memories with him before he left us, and as much as I hated him for what he did to my mom and I, I still cared about him.The very thought of him being dead brought up so many things that I didn’t want to feel. He didn’t deserve my sympathy, he really didn’t. But I just could not stop myself from feeling. “Look…” I
On my knees, my hair being held in his fist, Chase thrusted himself into my mouth gently. I liked how gentle he was, at least for now.He was so hard, and so big and veiny. The more he pushed himself into my mouth and pulled himself out, the more aggressive it got.With each thrust, I choked. And at one point, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him even if I could. “F*ck, Jules. Your mouth feels so good,” he moaned as he pushed himself inside me one more time, but this time, he went deeper.I made a gagging sound and he pulled himself out of my mouth, the taste of pre-cum on my tongue. Silava was all over my lips and before I knew it, he pulled me up to him and kissed me.Gosh, this felt like I was making a mistake. This guy was literally a killer for a living, and he had just ended my father’s life just a few hours ago. Why was I locked in his arms, naked…craving every part of him?Was I broken? Or maybe all of this was just lust. Maybe aft
Mixed feelings. I had mixed feelings about what was going on, my heart was still pounding in my chest and I was beyond scared for my life, but at the same time, he was Sunny231!I have known him for four months now! He was literally my best and only friend. Yeah, I had not known that much about him, but now I did. It didn’t change him, or make him a monster, right? I still had to deal with the fact that he had literally killed my father, but I think I understood why he became an assassin; or at least I felt like did.He grew up and knew nothing but pain and trauma. And here I thought my past was traumatic. But in comparison to Chase’s, mine was like a walk in a park.So yeah, I think he was right. Who would be normal with the kind of past he had?“Jules?” He said my name so softly as he stared at me, waiting for a response. “Can you please say something?”I released a shaky breath. “An assassin. You kill people for a living.” He nodded. “Not the best of jobs, but I like it. It hel
I stood there, my legs begging to buckle, but I knew that I could not even dare to do that. I couldn’t do anything to make me even more vulnerable than I already was.I needed to do something. I needed to get the hell out of here, that’s what I needed to do. But how…?Gosh, I hated this. The ONE time that I had finally found someone and we clicked, everything falling into place, they ended up being a psychopath!“You’re joking, right?” I asked him, chuckling as I hooked some of my hair behind my ears. “This has to be a joke, it has to be!” I waited for a response, but he just stared at me. “It has to be, right? Tell me you’re joking. All of this, including the shooting of the man, it’s all a prank, yeah?”His smile faded a bit, but remained nevertheless. “Jules, does it look like I’m kidding?” He scoffed, rubbing his palm over his lips in a swift movement. “Your dad destroyed your life. He left you and your mother for a f*cking sl*t. Trust me, he deserved worse than what I did to him.
What the f*ck? What the f*ck was going on? My body was shaking and I felt like I was cemented to the seat. My heart was racing as if I was being chased by a wild animal. But in this case, I don’t think I was even overreacting. This wasn’t anxiety about something like public speaking or walking up to talk to someone new. This was life or death! I had literally just watched this guy end someone’s life; shooting them five freaking times! In public! Like it was nothing! What have I gotten myself into? I kept staring at him while he took us away from the crime scene. On our way, a few police cars sped past us, heading to where it all had happened. The man looked unnervingly calm. He had a satisfied smile on his face as he drove us to god-knows-where. “Are you okay, my love?” I didn’t even know how to respond to that, but I knew that I was most definitely not okay. I was far from that. But I was trying to figure out what to do. Was screaming for help going to help, or was
Walking out of the club, I had my mind screaming at me for what I was doing. This wasn’t all that safe. In fact, it was very far from safe. I had just met this guy, and even though we had been talking to each other for four months now, it was not in person. It was all from behind a phone screen! I mean, it felt like I knew him, but at the same time, it felt like I didn’t. But one thing I did know was that I did not want to lose my new favorite person. You might ask why I didn’t want to be single and why I kept trying over and over to find the right one. And my answer would be one thing: loneliness. But wasn’t that the famous reason for why a lot of people tried to find love? Or was that just me? I was the loneliest I have been in my life. I had no friends because I didn’t know how to make them. And when I did, they would either end up leaving town for school or something else. Or…they might get into a relationship and forget I existed. So yeah, I wanted to find someone to