MasukI pushed the door open with my hip. Praying Sara should be at work already, Sara is such a gist-hungry animal. She wouldn’t allow me air until she’s heard everything.
I walked on my toes, the place was small, cluttered, but it smelled like home, the best place I could lay my head. I kicked the door shut behind me, flung my purse onto the couch, and let myself fall backward onto Sara’s spare bed. The mattress bounced once. I stared up at the cracked ceiling, chest rising and falling fast. For a second, Marcus flashed back to my mind. His smile. His promises. The way he used to kiss my forehead and say he’d call every night. Three months of nothing. Ghosted. Gone. I shut my eyes tight, bit down on my lower lip to chase him away, he’s the last thing I want on my mind at the moment. Sara was right, I need to let go and nurse my shattered heart. And then, oh God! A tiny sting bloomed where my teeth pressed. A small, sweet pain from last night. Alex’s mouth had been there, possessive and soft at the same time, sucking gently until I’d kissed him back, hungrily. The memory hit me like a wave. Heat rushed straight between my legs. I could feel his hands grabbing my hips again, warm palms sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips like he couldn’t get close enough, like he hadn’t been surviving without me. His warm breath on my neck, my breasts, lower… that wicked tongue licking slow and filthy until I was shaking. The way he’d groaned against me, taking me in like air. My breath caught. I wrapped both arms around myself tight, arms crossing over my chest, fingers touching the exact spot his fingers had dug into. My nipples were hardening again, just like when he teased them, remembering how he’d sucked them until they ached. My pussy clenched at the thought of him, like she had known him a little over one night. A deep growl left my throat, alone in the quiet room. Why was this happening to me? When the only right thing would be to forget that anything happened. His voice echoed in my head, rough and low. “So wet for me.” “Love how you take me.” “Fuck, you feel perfect.” Every dirty-sweet word had made me drip even more. I squeezed my thighs together now, chasing the ache, face burning. A helpless smile spread across my lips. Marcus? Gone. Erased. I was still smiling, lost in the heat, when the door creaked open. Sara burst in, her eyes bright as always, lips grinning. “You better start talking now.. Every little thing that happened.” As she shoved a few strands of her face. Her foot against the door, it glided softly, jumped onto the bed beside me, making the mattress bounce again. I squeaked, arms flying to cover my flushed face. She poked my side. “Too late, I saw that smile!” “You went home with him, didn’t you? The hot guy from the bar! Spill everything. How was he? Scale of one to ten? Be honest.. was he huge? Did he know what he was doing?” I laughed, couldn’t help it. She laughed too, shoving a pillow against her stomach, chin in her hands like a story-hungry child. Eyes piercing into the side of my face. “He was…” I bit my lip again, tasting that same sweet sting. My voice dropped. “He was simply.. incredible.” Sara squealed, kicking her feet. “Details, Samantha! I need details!” “He carried me like I weighed nothing. Kissed me like he’d been waiting years.” I turned onto my side to face her, my cheeks pink. “And when he..” I stopped, shook my head, grinning. “Let’s just say I forgot my own name for a while.” “Yes! Birthday sex wins! So when are you seeing him again?” Sara screamed into the little pillow in her hands. My smile faded a little. “I’m not, Sara” She sat up fast. “What? Why not? I think you both have some connection,” “Because I’m done with men, remember? Marcus wrecked me. I can’t go through that again. One night was perfect. That’s all it can be. I'm not ready, not pushing.” Sara gave me that look, the one that said she knew I was full of crap but still understood me. “You’re right, Sam,” she said softly. “But I see it in your eyes. You’re glowing. That man did something to you.” My mouth opened, I needed to defend myself, but deep down I knew she was right. Thinking about Alex made my whole body hum. Took away the hard lump I've had for months. But I couldn’t admit that. Not yet. I reached for my phone on the nightstand to change the subject. The screen lit up with notifications. One email sat at the top, a reminder from last night. My heart stopped. I sat up straight, tapping it open fast. Subject: Welcome Aboard – Report to Victoria Langford Residence Miss. Samantha Harper, This is to confirm your position as Personal Assistant to Ms. Victoria Langford, effective immediately. Please report to the address below by noon today. Live-in accommodation is provided as discussed. Salary and benefits will begin upon arrival. We are pleased to have you on the team. “Oh my goodness!” I muttered, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. I read it twice. Then a third time. “Sara,” I whispered, her mouth hadn't stopped running, trying to convince me on keeping Alex She leaned over my shoulder. “What? What is it?” I turned the phone so she could see. Her eyes went huge. She read it fast, then screamed, her high-pitched voice deafening me, then she threw both arms around my shoulders. Our bodies hit the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, tears hung in our eyes. Sara's voice the loudest. “You got it! You actually got it!” “I got it!” I yelled back, my eyes moistened, my heart leaping inside of me, Mia had held my finger the last time I visited, her eyes so pale and white, my heart had fallen into my stomach that day. This job was everything. Good pay. A real roof over my head. And most importantly, enough money could be saved fast to finally pay for Mia’s surgery. My little sister’s life. There was finally somewhere to start from, I didn't have to continue looking for an apartment or bother about the rent anymore. Sara rolled off me, both of us staring at the ceiling now, breathing hard from laughing. “This is more than a dream come true,” I said, voice shaky with happy tears. “This is… everything.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed. “You deserve it, Sam. All of it. New job, new place, new start.” I nodded, wiping my eyes. New job? Yes. New start with Alex? No! But I know better than to want to argue with Sara on that, she would list a thousand and one reasons on why it's the best thing for me to do. Well… maybe one tiny secret memory of a stranger named Alex to keep me warm at night. But that was it. Just a sweet memory to hold onto I sat up, suddenly full of energy. “I have to pack. Like, now. I have just a few hours to be there.” I glanced quickly at the tiny clock with broken ears by the bedside. “I’m helping. And we’re celebrating properly tonight, after you wow your new boss.” Sara jumped to her feet too.I stood on Lucy’s porch, finally ready to go, the morning sun warm on my back. Lucy held my hands, like she had known me for long, or maybe an old time friend. Such a sweet woman! Being with her for just a short time left me wondering what men really wanted. That woman was human, kind in all way, fun and lively. At some point I had wanted to ask what went wrong in her marriage. But I had restrained, I had only known her for two nights.The cab waited at the curb, engine humming softly, the driver tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Lucy pulled me into one last hug, her arms wrapping around me tightly, the kind of hug that felt like home. I held on a little longer than I should have, my cheek pressed against her shoulder. I wished I had more than just a warm hug to offer her, but I was sure not to forget her in a hurry. She had been more than a friend these past two days. She had been family when I had none close by, giving me a roof when my mind was too scattered to even t
Mr. Richard paced the living room, his leather shoes clicking sharply against the floor with every step. He dragged on his tie, loosening it a bit.The sound of his fingers snapping in anger echoed off the high ceilings and bounced back at him like an accusation. His eyebrows were drawn tight, deep lines carved between them. He lifted the phone to his ear again, for the umpteenth time in a minute, his thumb pressing hard on the redial button. The screen lit up his face in the dim evening light.The line rang once, and then twice before Alex picked up.Mr. Richard’s voice exploded through the speaker, raw and loud. Not holding back any ounce of the emotion surging through him. “What the hell is going on, Detective Thorne? First, you can’t find my daughter. Then you have nothing on Elma. And now Samantha is missing too? How many more people do I have to lose before you do your damn job?” He blurted into the gadget in his hand, lips trembling.He stopped pacing near the minibar. His fr
I hung the picture back in its place. Then moved slowly through the house. Pushed the door to the kitchen, old wooden table still stood in the center, chairs pushed in neatly. I ran my hand over the surface. Dust came away on my fingers. I wiped it on the dress Lucy had given me.Then I took the narrow wooden stairs up to the second floor. Each step creaked under my weight, the sound brought back memories of sneaking down at night for water when I couldn’t sleep.My old room was first. The door stuck a little when I pushed it open. Inside, the small bed was still made, covers faded from years of sun. On the wall near the window were the inscriptions I had scratched there as a teenager, my name, Mia’s name, silly hearts and stars. A small laugh, half cry, escaped my throat.A few of my old clothes still hung in the wardrobe. I opened it. The fabric smelled musty. My hands came away covered in fine gray dust when I touched the hangers. I closed the door again.Then I walked to what used
I stood on the cracked sidewalk in front of the old house, the place where I grew up. The afternoon sun beat down on the faded blue paint, making the wooden porch look even more tired than I remembered. The yard was overgrown with weeds that brushed against my ankles. My heart felt heavy in my chest as I stared at the rusted padlock on the front door.Lucy had helped call a couple of men from the street. They worked with hammers and crowbars, metal clanging against metal. Each strike sent dust and small rust flakes flying into the air. I watched them, arms wrapped around myself above my protruding stomach, the breeze tugging at my hair. I exhaled a couple of times heavily while fighting the memories flooding my mind.lQuiet dinners at the small wooden table inside. Mom dishing out rice and vegetables, three-year-old Mia giggling at something silly I said. Dad’s chair empty after he passed, but Mom still setting a place for him out of habit. The way the three of us would sit togethe
The sky moved from bright and sunny to cloudy. Two police vans stood right where I parked my car. Distant enough not to create awareness.While Detective Bradford and I kept watch at the house, four other officers combed the community, the farmlands, and the surrounding bushes. And Sara? If I hadn't known she was just Lena's friend, I would have taken her to be her sister. This kind of friendship was rare, often not seen amongst sisters too.Each time I looked at her in that pitiful manner, her lips parted with that subtle assurance. She was too sure Lena would come out safely. According to her, Lena can be emotional but never weak. She was now concerned about capturing Marcus. She positioned herself right behind a farmhouse toward the major entrance of the street, distinct enough to be seen easily, yet clear enough to capture any vehicle making its way into the vicinity. I had lost count of how many hours we spent waiting, maybe five or six or more. I stood there, sandwiched betwe
The little energy I had left was leaving me, but not just that, I feared the neighbors might think there was a burglar around. With the way I was hitting hard against the padlock, it was easy for them to do anything, maybe call the police on me. But I do not have any other choice. I would have to sleep out in the cold if I failed to open this door. The door I was struggling to open looked like an entrance to a haunted house. I was sure that every part of the floor would be covered in thick dust as well as the walls and every other thing in there. But there was no other place I could go to at this time, I had miraculously escaped from Marcus and his accomplice, with nothing left on me. There was basically nothing I could do with a dead phone, an empty purse, and a jar of pepper spray, especially not with the way I looked. No hotel would accommodate, that was if I had a means of payment. I swallowed hard. I was as thirsty as the dry land in summer. I knew I could get nothing to eat
The air felt lighter, even though my head still throbbed. The laptop sat on my legs, legs crossed on the bed. Phone pressed to my ear. Victoria’s voice bounced off in my ears, while my other hand dug into the laptop, carrying out her instructions.Hearing her voice kept me on edge, but there was no
I never knew how much I was used to having Victoria around in this office until this morning. The office felt too calm, too quiet, my own breathing thumped in my ears, too loud.I gasped hard as I ended my call with her this morning. No sharp heels clicking down the hallway. No quiet orders deliver
I pushed through the mansion’s side entrance with my shoulder, nudging at it as my hands had turned white, the heavy door creaked shut behind me, sounding like part of my world closing right before my ears. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. Too heavy.Each step I took dragged, shoes
Marcus crouched down beside me before I could lift my face the second time. I couldn’t push him away even though that was what made the most sense.His body balanced on the balls of his feet, broad shoulders blocking half the lamplight from casting on my face. The glow caught the side of his jaw, t







