Enora:My jaw nearly dropped but I said nothing and pulled myself together. I wasn’t going to rile myself up. I was going to be cool and mature about all of this.“Hello Crystal,” I said politely, trying not to sound so abrasive even though I wanted to shove the champagne glass in my hand down her throat.“Enora…”She looked me over. Her nose was looking less witchy than I thought. Probably because of the nose contour thing that makeup artists do.“...You look stunning. I love your hair. It looks less…messy. It’s lovely.”I drew air into my lungs. That was an insult but I was going to be the bigger person–even though I was much shorter than her–and ignore her.I looked up at Mr. Wright and he looked very uncomfortable. Yep. My hunch was right. He did invite her, or at least knew that she was coming and wanted to keep it from me. That was why he was trying to get me to leave.“Well, what brings you here, Crystal. I am certain that you aren’t coming because of the company.”“Oh, no. I
Enora:It was difficult to not be rude but I couldn't hide the astonishment on my face realizing that Adam, Mr. Wright’s driver was gay and he was sleeping with the guy that I had met in the elevator. It just didn’t make sense.Or maybe it did. I had always wondered where Adam stayed when Mr. Wright and I were in the penthouse. Now, at least I had my answer.My head went back and forth between them, trying my best to comprehend this bizarre situation. It was even more creepy since Devin kissed Adam on the cheek. And he let him!Ever since I got this job, Adam has always been a stone-faced guy. I didn't think that he was into anyone. Nothing would have prepared me for this revelation.“Enora?"Adam's deep voice put me out of the system malfunction in my brain and I finally shook his outstretched hand.“I'm really sorry,” I said meekly, trying my best to not seem weird and awkward. "I just wasn't prepared for this…uhmmm…revelation. I always thought that Adam wasn't into anyone.”To my
Nathan:My eyes searched the room. Where did she run off to? God, I swear, this girl was a handful.I grabbed another flute of wine from the passing waiter and began swimming through the crowd.Each passing thought was filled with worry. I hope she didn't bump into you-know-who. Arghhh... If only she could have just listened to me.The gala was lively but parties would never be my thing. I was hoping to meet some potential investors here but this place was filled with nothing but celebrities and mediocre businessmen and women, looking to sink their claws into the next unsuspecting company and waiting to pull them down into bankruptcy."Mr. Wright?"A light voice called me from behind and I turned around.A small, white-haired woman stood behind me. She was no taller than five feet. Her face was old but she looked beautiful nonetheless."Yes?" I replied coldly, taking her in with one glance."I am Miss Grace Hadid. I am the CEO of Grace Inc.–"I rolled my eyes. Grace Inc. I didn't exp
Enora:"Let me go!"I was tied to a bed frame and was screaming at the top of my lungs. The room was lit a bright red that made me feel slightly woozy.And the smell... It was something I couldn't place. It was sweet and mysterious. It was getting to my head and I could feel my skin getting hotter and hotter.What was this?"Miss Lopez. Always do radiant. Seeing you like this is truly a sight to behold. You look amazing tied up."I watched him lick his lips hungrily. His shirt and suit jacket were off. He stood before me in just his trousers, glaring down at me like a hungry predator.My struggle gave him so much glee. In the red light, I saw his eyes spring to life as he saw me squirm."Let me go! Coward!""Shouting will do you no good, Miss Lopez. The room is soundproof and frankly...your voice has better uses."That sick smile of his made my skin crawl. God, how did I get myself into this mess?My phone and my purse were on the table, out of my reach. I should have called Mr. Wrig
Nathan:I barrelled down the hallway. This was not how I envisioned this evening.The sound of security officers running behind me was not a sound that I imagined would be associated with me.The corridor was long, with rooms on each side. My heart skipped a beat as I passed each one. Each one I passed could have Enora in it, but I couldn't stop to check.Fuck! This was what it was like between a rock and a hard place.I took a sharp turn and bumped my shoulders on the wall."Ahhhhh!"I grabbed my shoulder. It had been dislocated and hung limply by the side.I couldn't stop running. I didn't have time to pop it in place. Fuck it!I took my chance and entered one of the rooms."Ahhhhhhh!"My jaw dropped."Adam?"His face was a bright red but not redder than the man that was beneath him.He was the guy who was with Enora and Mr. Romeo earlier before Mr. Romeo took Enora away.My breath was deep and angry. I was about to storm towards him but the door slammed open and I backed up against
Enora:“Where was he? What was taking him so long?”My phone was in my hand and I was shaking with fear. Adam had dropped me at the penthouse and drove to the station to meet Mr. Wright.It was 6:00 am. And I still have not heard from him. His phone was not ringing. He wasn’t picking up my calls and I didn’t have Adam’s number.The sofa creaked slightly as I plopped myself down. I couldn’t get a single wink of sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mr. Romeo, naked and laughing, just inches, seconds away from having his way with me.A shiver rippled through my body. Another nightmare to add to the ones that I already had.My hands hid my face and I sobbed. Why were things always happening to me? I came for a job to pay up my student loan but now, all this drama was happening to me. Was I some sort of jinx? Why did it always happen to me?The sound of a keycard swiping made me raise my head. I stood up in alarm and Adam walked in followed by…I jumped up and ran into his arms. He st
Enora:“Dear, can you smell something?”I sniffed the air. No one’s sense of smell was really good if the person had a cold but I was certain that it was nothing. Besides, I could still smell mom’s cooking and it was amazing.“Nope. I think it’s fine. You are probably worrying too much.”I kissed her cheek and she smiled. Thanksgiving was going to be perfect. The turkey was being stuffed and Mum and I were making jokes about last year's Thanksgiving.“Your father is such a clutz. I hope he won’t spill the orange juice on your grandpa again this year.”We broke into another round of laughter and Father appeared at the doorway.“Oi! Who’s making jokes about me?”He was in his sweater that grandma had knitted him last year. He always complained that it was itchy but he always wanted to impress my mom’s parents even though they had already been married for seventeen years now.“Dad, it is just a joke. We didn’t mean to.”He walked in and pulled me into the tightest hug of the century. I f
Enora:"How do you feel?"I lifted my head off his chest. The sobbing had died down and all that was left were my stinging eyes."Can I really feel better?"He kissed my forehead and brushed my hair out of my face."Well, I think a shower will make you feel much better. Frankly, I need one too. The smell of a holding cell isn't my best scent."It wasn't the best joke I had heard but I chuckled anyway.I sat up and he helped me undress. I saw the way he looked at me. His eyes burned with desire. I wanted him. I was miserable and sad but I wanted him."Nathan... I"I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast. His breathing hitched and his grip tightened slightly."No..."He pulled away and kissed my forehead."...You aren't in your best mood and sex isn't the solution that you need."I whimpered."I want you."My lips parted and he pounced on me, seizing my lips and digging his fingers into my hair.I groaned into his mouth. I was lost in his taste. I wanted more..."Enora. My Enora..
Enora:I could hear his breathing: heavy, deep. He was across for me, a good distance away but I could bet that my skin could feel his hot furious breath.“Why are you mad?” I asked softly, my hands trembling on my thighs. This was the first time that I had ever seen him this way and it was terrifying.“Why was Anthony at the party?–”He leaned forward, his thighs tensing.“–You told me that he wasn’t going to be at the party.”I swallowed hard.“I… I didn’t lie. He wasn’t at the party before. He came over later on.”“Mad about what?”His voice was calm and that was what scared me the most. He was furious but his voice didn’t give him away. There was no yelling or shouting. He spoke like we were having a regular conversation but I could feel the edge in his voice.“He was upset that I was ignoring his calls and text.–”I looked down at my socked feet and wiggled my toes. It was the only thing that I could do to help me relieve the stress I was feeling.“–He asked why and I told him th
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