Enora:We got to the main banquet hall just in time. There was a lovely murmur everywhere. Not too far away, a couple was talking happily and smiling with the host. There were some paper slips on the stage, and the couple were chatting excitedly amongst themselves.“...can’t believe that they won the competition…”“...heard they paid the host and his firm.”“You’re wrong. They have good ties with the host. That was why they won.”My heart was racing in my chest. Did they call out the results already? Did we win?My eyes searched the hall for sparkly, snobby Mrs. Vermont, and I finally found her standing happily next to her husband, chatting casually with another couple. From the looks of it, she wasn’t overly posh and was doing her usual flaunting of her diamonds.If I wasn’t mistaken, another game was played, and the couple that were chatting excitedly with the host had probably won. I exhaled and felt my tension ebb away for a moment. I guess there was still a chance that I could bu
Enora:All eyes turned to Mrs. Vermont and her mouth clamped shut immediately. I wanted to laugh but I swallowed it and it came out as a nasty croak that made Mrs. Vermont’s eyes darken.She glared hatefullt at me, grabbed her husbands armand pulled him off the stage. They disappeared into the crowd and everyone followed them as they walked to the exit.“Good riddance,” I muttered and smiled warmly at Mr. Wright, eho plnted another kisson my forehead.“Well, I guess we shall continue our party,” the host announced and the party’s lively vibe came back. A slow waltz was playing in the background and everyone made their way to their tables for dinner.“Would you please come with me,” our host said and the De Bances, Mr. Wright and I followed him.I clutxhed Mr. Wright’s arm excitedly. I was happy rtthat we won but even happier that I shut Mrs. Vermont’s mouth up. She was all prim and proper but completely lost it when she realized that she was in last place. It was a picturesque moment.
Enora:The woman was relentless. Did she not know when to give up?“What are you doing here?”She took a step closer, her arm wrapped around her husband's.“Is that really any way to talk to a friend.”I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Friend? Pft! I’d rather be friends with a starving grizzly bear.Her smile didn’t waver and her eyes darted to Mr. Wright’s arm where he clutched the contract.“It seems that you two owe us a ‘thank you’,” she said softly, “We told you about the contract and now you have it. Congratulations.”My eyes widened slightly. What game were these two playing? Just as I was about to say something else, a guard walked in with our driver beside him. Finally! It was unsettling seeing the way Mrs. Vermont’s eyes would occasionally drift to the contract.Mr. Wright gave it to the driver and sent him on his way. All our eyes followed him until he was out of sight, through the door.“My darling,” Mr. Wright purred, pulling me close, his eyes not leaving the Vermonts. “Let’
Enora:We got back to my place, light laughter still filling the air as well as the delicious smell of the Italian food and lobster.My stomach was groaning so much and I couldn’t blame it. I was starving.Mr. Balor had called us and shared a laugh with us in the phone about what happened to the Vermonts. I was happy that he could find something to smile at.As we got into the living room, I flicked the light switch and the darkness ran away. The house was exactly as I ahd left it. I guess Fiona didn’t come by then.“Alright, let’s get these into a plate and feed that monster in your gut.”I giggled and we made our way to the kitchen. I left him at the dinner table while I went into the kitchen to get the plates.It was so great to be back home. The party was amazing but nothing could ever beat being in the comfort of your own home.As I opened the cupboard, I groaned in slight frustration.“Why did Fiona have to keep the bowls up so high?”I stood on my tiptoes and reached as high as
Nathan:Her blue eyes shimmered as she looked at me in shock. A smile curled my lips and I guided her spoon into the tub of ice cream and took out a large scoop.“Aren’t you going to feed me?” I asked, glancing at her lips that were slightly parted, pleading with me to kiss them. “Or am I going to do everything all by myself?”Slowly, she took the spoon to my mouth, and I startled her as I grabbed her hand.Easy. Wouldn’t want to stain my suit, now, would you?”She looked at me with shock as she watched my tongue lick the spoon with such passion. Her lips were parted and her breath was raspy and full of passion. My eyes never left hers. I wanted her to see it, see how much I enjoyed it and how much I craved to taste her.She was sitting astride me with only her underwear, and I could feel how soaked she was. I smiled as she continued to watch me, her face reddening as she squirmed on me.“What’s the matter?” I asked, matching her innocence. “You seem… worried.”Her face went even mor
Enora:My body was trembling already. His words lit a fire in me. Worship me… he wanted to worship me.His eyes, though full of desire and passion, still had that warmth in them. The night had drawn on and it still hadn't faltered. It made everything–every glance, kiss, touch–a hundred times more stimulating, more mind-blowing.He wanted me but in a way I never thought was possible.“I want to worship you, Enora. Please, let me." He was pleading, begging to show me how much he craved and cherished me and my body. I could barely breathe.oHe lowered his head between my legs and planted a soft kiss on my clit, sending shivers down my spine.“Ahhhnnn." He kissed it again, holding me still, denying me any freedom to squirm, making me feel everything.“You taste amazing, Enora. Perfect. Who wouldn't kill for a taste of you?" He kissed again, harder, more passionately, his mouth taking my clit in longer before he let it go.My legs were trembling, fighting instinctively to shut at his e
Enora:I was up early and even I was surprised. I tried to go back to sleep, to relish the feel of his arm draped over me protectively but I couldn’t. I turned to him and stroked his hair. It was a mess and draped over his face. He needed a haircut from the looks of it but he still looked breathtakingly handsome.It was Friday. I guess that was why I wasn’t able to sleep. The housewarming party was tomorrow and the possibility of Bridget coming to my home unannounced made me feel uneasy. I had been lucky the first few times but luck was sure to run out. I took one last look at him and smiled. He was genuinely exhausted. The wealthy businessman, Mr. Wright, never slept in like this. I didn’t even know if he had slept in his entire life. As I studied his arm for the best way to squirm away from him without waking him up, he grunted and pulled me in, burying his face in my hair, taking a deep breath and getting a little more comfortable.I giggled softly. He looked so adorable, so pea
Enora:I was finally alone in my home. Mr. Wright was gone and I could relax. My body was still tingling and I could still feel him all over me. My skin was still alive with his kisses and my pussy was throbbing, still begging to be taken by him again. I collapsed on the sofa and stared at the ceiling and allowed the events of last night to replay in my head, I really hadn’t had much time to think about them since so many things were going on at once. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and Mr. Wright’s face appeared in my mind's eyes. He was wearing a soft, sweet smile and his eyes were reflecting that warmth that had been in them since yesterday up until when he left my house. As much as I tried, it wouldn’t fade. He continued to stare at me, into my soul from my head. He was in every part of me now: my skin, my head, my mind, my… heart.I sat up and felt my heart skip a beat in my chest. Maybe I was getting too involved in this. Maybe I was reading too much meaning into it. It p
Enora:I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my heart beating unrhythmically. I can't believe it. I couldn't…My hand ran over my stomach, my body tense, trying to feel the kick, to feel the life of the body that I was growing inside of me. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was those two red lines on the pregnancy test strip. I couldn’t believe it. I had been on my phone all day, trying to find an explanation. Was something wrong with the test? Was it a false positive? What was I going to do? I couldn’t have this baby. I just couldn’t.I turned in bed and felt a tear slip down my cheek. It fell to the pillow and left a small wet patch that cooled my skin. I had to tell Mr. Wright. There was nothing that I could do. I had to tell him. And Bridget… I guess she was going to find out sooner than I expected.All day, all I could think about was the look on Mr. Wright's face if I told him. I would close my eyes and see him mad, fuming, angry that I let something like this happen. Othe
Enora:The sun was up early and its rays beamed softly on my face. I groaned in slight pain and then smiled. Mr. Wright held on to me tightly, nuzzling into my chest, his fingers digging into the small of my back. I guess if I was in pain because he was holding on too tight, I didn’t mind. After everything that happened yesterday, I felt safe and I loved where I was: in his arms in a warm and safe bed.As I sroked his hair, he groaned and pulled me in tighter. “I’ll keep you safe,” he mumbled and exhaled deeply, his hot breath warm on my chest. I could barely breathe in his tight grasp but I didn’t mind. I was with him and there was no other place that I would rather be. Yesterday still felt like a dream. I wish I was strong enough so that I could look at Anthony one last time before he was dragged away. I couldn’t believe he would do that to me. It was scary. Even among the people I called my friends, who could I truly trust. “Why are you awake?” Mr. Wright said groggily, open
Enora:I didn’t know what came over me. It was a final desperate attempt to save myself. My face was in pain, my body ached, and my pride was shattered. I never expected this from Anthony. Why? I thought he genuinely liked me and thought I had hurt him by letting him down. But it was all a ploy, a little part of a grand scheme, but unfortunately, he had hit a rock. While he was distracted, mocking Mr. Wright, I found an opening. I moved my legs slowly, freeing them from his grasp and finally letting the blood run through my numb muscles. I only had one shot at this. One shot or I would be raped and I would have to live with that regret for the rest of my life. I really thought that Anthony just wanted to talk, just wanted closure for what I had told him earlier. How wrong I was. I was foolish to have stayed alone with him. And now, I had everyone in trouble. I could only imagine what was wrong with George.With the little energy I had, the kick was explosive, right to his groin. A
Nathan:I couldn't stop pacing. Wine glass in hand, thoughts flying, my eyes darting to my phone every few minutes.She hadn't called me. Her part was supposed to start at 7pm, and it was almost 10pm. Yet, nothing from her.The wine I sipped did nothing to calm my frayed nerves. No calls, no texts. What was she doing?I slipped into a chair and sighed, my mind going haywire.Fun? Was she having fun without me? Who else could she be smiling with?My grip on my glass tightened. She told me that those bastards weren't coming. Did she lie to me?No. She couldn't have. My kitten didn't lie, and even if she did, I would know.I exhaled and checked my watch. Time was moving slowly, and it drove me up the wall."Fuck it!"I grabbed my phone and sent a text. I wanted to be sure that she was not with those predators. I hated them. Even hate wasn't sufficient.The reply was instant. And I heaved a sigh of relief. She wasn't with them. I could rest a little better.I walked over to my desk and go
Enora:“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, standing up from the sofa and staring at Anthony with hate and suspicion.He stood up as well and walked towards me, smiling wickedly as he took me in with lust and disdain.“You had to have known that this was coming, Enora,” he said darkly, chuckling dryly and looking to the door as if he expected someone to come in.“You know, there's just something about you in the office that just doesn't seem to sit well with me.”I backed away, trying my best to increase the distance between the both of us. “Stay away from me!” I yelled, but Anthony’s laughter just continued to become more sinister. Where the hell was George? He should have realized that something was amiss by now.“If you're thinking about your buff gardener, just know that he was incapacitated a few minutes ago. He won't be coming to your aid, Enora.”My heart skipped a beat. What was happening? How the hell did I end up this deep in trouble? Who was he? Was he even the real An
Enora:Nicki took centre stage and called for a game of charades. Everyone began to pair up in twos. Luke was still with Emily, Jay was with Gina, Eliot opted out of the game and surprisingly, Anthony paired up with me. I was a little uneasy as he sat next to me. We weren’t on speaking terms but at least he wasn’t mad enough to detest me and avoid me like I was the black plague. “Alright, I believe you all know the rules of this game. The first team to guess gets a point. No cheating and no trying to make your teammate win by using any funny hand signs. G, you’re up.”Gina took the stage and pulled a paper from the hate. She looked at it and made a face. I could only imagine what the hell she picked.Soon she raised her hands above her head and began to bend in the funniest way. The crazy guesses commenced.“Line!”“Straight!”“Balloon guy!” She shook her head and lowered her hand. She imitated someone who was drawing and went back to her first action. “You are an artist! Decaprio
Enora:There was a heavy silence in the room. All eyes were fixed on Eliot, on one knee, holding out a ring. Bridget was dumb dumbfounded. For a few minutes, she was unable to say anything and I couldn’t blame her. This was a shock to all of us. Eliot had just cheated on her and now he was trying to propose to her. “Bridget, please say something.”Bridget said nothing as was still staring at the ring in disbelief, like it was all part of a dream, that her ex-boyfriend of just a day ago was proposing to her.“Bridget, I…”A resounding slap filled the room and everyone’s hands flew to their mouths and gasps rippled inthe room. I was stunned. Bridget was not a fighter and she wasn’t one to lose her head over things but I could understand her reaction to this.“You cheated on me with some girl named, Vanessa, and now you have the audacity to show up to this party uninvited to prose to me?! How stupid are you? How stupid do you think I am?”Her voice was raised and was shakey. I wanted
Enora:It was 6:45 pm. The guests were going to be here any moment from now. I was dressed and so was Bridget. It also turned out that her yelling on the phone was beneficial. The bakery was able to deliver just in time. The macrons were perfect, I didn't want to seem greedy but I had had my eyes on them all day since they arrived. I had even tried to snatch one but eagle-eyed Bridget had caught me just before I could pick one off the tray. She had also made a call to Choi’s and they promised to bring some food. Bridget put it all on her tab and I was so grateful to her. This party wouldn’t have been a success without her. By 7:00 pm sharp, the first guests arrived. There was a knock at the door and I opened it to see Gina standing there all dolled up in a beautiful black dress. It had been a while since I saw her but I could tell that she was in good spirits. I took it that she got the memo from Mr. Wright and that she was innocent. I was happy that she was back to her beautiful
Enora:"Enny, who is at the door?” Bridget called from inside. I was too ashamed to say anything and Anthony came inside behind me. I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was pissed. His smiley and carefree attitude had vanished into thin air and he was icy and distant.“Hey, Tony,” Bridget said with a smile but her smile quickly vanished and she looked at me with shock. Her eyes were everything but there was no way that I could tell her what was going on as well. She was just as involved as she was. “I’ll go and get the ladder from George. You two can decide where to hang the banner.”She left–I really wished she didn’t–I was alone with Anthony. He came to stand in front of me and I forced my head up to look at his heated expression.“What the hell, Enora,” he said roughly, his voice just a few shades away from a yell. I have been trying to reach you for almost three days. You just ghosted me. No calls, texts, voice notes and to make matters worse, you wouldn’t even return a