LOGINThe days were blurring into each other. It had been week two of lying in bed, mourning the loss of my parents and the murderer. Two weeks without stepping a foot outside, not even to work. Two weeks of isolation and glum. The crushing reality that I couldn’t be with Jack was asphyxiating. Where was I going to find a love this intoxicating? This electrifying? This consuming? Then again, I couldn’t betray my parents any longer. I couldn’t be disloyal to their memories by staying in a relationship with their killer. I couldn’t. Jack had filled Lana in upon her return after seeing me in a grief-stricken state, and barely responsive. She gave me space, not probing for any more information about the matter. She knew the toll their deaths had taken on me: on my self-confidence, on feeling I was undeserving of love, on feeling I was inadequate, insufficient, to say the least. The list could cram into a hefty tome. Lana softly pulled my door open, just enough to peep through the narrow gap,
I hauled myself up, pushing Jack away from me with the last strength I could muster from my languid body. I swept up my bag from the floor, not minding the fact that I still had just a towel swathed around me. I’d leave in it if he hesitated to bring out my clothes. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to disappear from his house and life for good. He didn’t get to have a happy ending with me after sabotaging my life.“Robin, you can’t leave in that.” He screeched to the door, blocking my path. I glared at him with a fury I never knew existed, until now.“Get out of my way. I don’t care what I have on, you refused to give back my clothes. You didn’t leave me with much of a choice.”I snarled on a scowl. I could leave naked. I truly couldn’t give a flying fuck. I’d rather the world saw my nakedness than spend another second with this slayer of a man.“I sent them to the laundry. If you give me a moment, I can instruct Daniel to retrieve them for you.”“That won’t be necessary. Just get out
I opened my bleary eyes. Jack’s outline hovering blurrily above me in my line of sight, his voice frantically shouting my name and tapping my cheeks. I forced my eyes wider, diving straight into his blues piercing down at me, realisation of the cause of my current state, gripping me with panic. I scrambled clumsily backwards, breathing heavily as I retreated to the edge of the bed. “Robin, I’m not going to hurt you.” he sighed, his eyes brimming with hurt and pain. “I can’t believe, you’d even think for a second that I’d harm you. You’re my life.” He leaned forward to hold me. I flinched, clambering down from the bed and grabbing my bag. I needed to leave this place.“Where are my clothes?” I demanded, looking straight ahead, ignoring his gaze. “Robin. Please…let’s talk about this.”“Jack, I just need my fucking clothes.” I barked. I had no interest in listening to anything he had to say to me. No explanations could justify him killing my parents. The people I loved most in the worl
I closed my eyes, taking in some calming breaths, trying to recover what was left of my equilibrium. I couldn’t stay unmoved any longer, neither could I act unbothered. He had killed before! Holy cow! Jack was way beyond sinful, he was way beyond redemption, he was far too gone. I made my way out of the bath, the water sloshing over the rim. I heard Jack’s voice calling after me as I swathed myself with a towel.“Robin. You said you wouldn’t run.” He jogged behind me, spinning me around to face him before I reached the landing of the bedroom. I gazed at him, tears gathering in my eyes. I couldn’t fathom it all. Why? I could live with his dissipation, and intemperance, but murder?“Why?” I choked, tears rolling freely down my cheeks. My only crime was falling in love—did it have to be with a man with varied transgressions? “Who did you kill Jack?”“Robin…”“Just answer me, please.” I sniffled. He leaned forward, arms outstretched to hold me. I backed away. “The last thing I want…is you
“Harder?” he panted, increasing the intensity of his strokes, my breasts bouncing up and down, my ragged breathing growing even more frenetic, my heart pounding in my chest. It was safe to say I was whirling in the realm of delirium, my continuous gasps an indication of my imminent orgasm. I purred Jack’s name, my fingers tightening around his shoulders to the point of turning white.“Jake!” I bellowed, shaking wildly before splintering into bits around him, panting my release in a loud moan. I was wasted, but I wanted more of him inside me. If only my building core had no limits to reach. I would go on like this forever. He learned in, taking my mouth into his and sucking my breath away. I weaved my hands into his hair, tugging at it, pushing him into my mouth. I was satisfied to the brim. My phone chimed with the tenth message or slightly more. I couldn’t ascertain an exact number since it went haywire during the heated moment. I would get back to Lana eventually. In the moment, I ne
He slipped his fingers into my knickers, tugged it down my legs and off my ankles. “Lie down.” I did, spreading my legs wide, and regulating my breathing to ease my thumping heart. He unbuttoned his shirt painstakingly slow without taking his eyes off me, jerking himself out of the trousers, and tossing it aside together with the pile of clothes. He sauntered towards me, cradling in between my thighs and crawling above me, his face hovering over mine, his forearms on either side of my face, his deep eyes ravenously penetrating my very being. “You belong to me, Robin.” he whispered, crashing his waiting lips against mine, his hand moving round my neck, gripping the nape to keep me in place. I belonged to him, there was no doubt. He owned my entire body, there was little I could do in that matter. I wrapped my arms around his back, pushing him further into my mouth, raking my nails across his back as he continued to explore every inch of my mouth. He broke away; trailing kisses to my
“Good Morning.” I greeted Millicent as I entered the chemical lab. This was a first—seeing her face this early. I strode to my office and popped my phone and personal effects in the drawer.“Hi, Robin.” she chirped. She must be in a good mood. “I imagined how awkward it was the last time at Home Mc
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! My knees felt like squishy sponges as I lurched back in my dazed dwam. Was the nightmare over yet? I looked around, it wasn’t. He was still here, my stalker ex, his lips curling into a sly smile. He was enjoying this…my shock. Tremors wrecked my body and cold sweat trickled
I couldn’t see his face but I knew he had a frown on. “I’m walking Jack. Mike couldn’t pick me up and Lana is otherwise occupied.” He heaved a long, frustrated sigh. He was furious. “I could’ve picked you up, and why on earth aren’t you using the car?”Shit! The Rolls-Royce he got me. To my chagr
At 2 p.m., I was roughed with a continuous banging at the door, disrupting my desperate search for my contraceptive pills. Where the hell did I keep them? I threw my clothes around, frantically rummaging through my wardrobe and bags for them. They must be here somewhere? Ugh. BANG! BANG! Who was th







