登入His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, placing a finger on my mouth. “Uh-uh, what did I say you call me when we're alone?” My body tingled with heat. “Daddy?” “Urgh…” A guttural groan tore from his chest. “Yes, baby?” My mind spaced for a second and Andre took advantage of that, tucking his hands under my legs and carrying me bridal style. “Andre, what are you doing?!” I shriek, dangling my legs in the air. “Finishing what we started, baby.” he chuckled, heading straight for the front door. I shook my head in bemusement. His daughter just found out about us and his brain goes straight to sex? Men… I wasn't any better though as I just waited for him to cross that threshold and pounce on me, instead of dissuading him. He strode over to the loveseat couch, sliding me down his body before pushing me back to the couch. Propped up on my elbows, I looked up at him with hooded eyes, only for the the door knob to flip. My eyes widened and instantly, I jerked up to my feet, coming to stand behind Andre. I had no idea who it was as Claire would have just barged right in. The door opening seemed to take several minutes but in reality, it was only seconds. It swung inwards to reveal Leila, the last person I was expecting to see. She took one look at us and wasn't in the least bit surprised. “So it's true?” Those cold grey eyes moved over to me. “You're the whore that's fucking my husband?”
查看更多BrittneyThe silence in the car was unbearable.Instead of allowing Jackson to drive us back home, Andre dismissed him for whatever reason he had and took his place behind the wheel.Honestly, I didn't care either way. I just wanted to get home and be done with this night.Andre’s hand gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white, and the glow from the streetlights cut across his jaw, sharp and tense.Every now and then, he would glance at me as though expecting me to say something, but I kept my lips stubbornly shut and my arms folded across my chest, my eyes on the blur of passing buildings, refusing to meet his gaze.Every time I blinked, I saw flashes of the restaurant rushing back at me…. The chaos, the crazed man lunging at me, the fear that gripped me so tightly, it rendered me immobile.I guess this was my life now.Chaos.Danger.Fear.All because of him….and it made me pissed.“Brittney, come on,” Andre said at last, voice low and strained. “You’re really not go
BrittneyThere's nothing that makes adrenaline kick like the sight of danger.Time seemed to slow down, making everything a tad bit hypersensitive… the clink of a fork, the murmur of other tables, the scratch of a napkin.Everything became background noise as my entire focus narrowed to the sharp glint of the knife in the guy's hand.Andre’s face shifted the moment he saw it.He went from casual to alert in a fraction of a second, that practiced composure of his crumpling into something raw.He started to rise, the act more of a reflex than a plan.“You'd better sit your ass down!” the man said, voice flat but edged.Weirdly enough, he didn’t raise his voice enough to alarm the room.That was the cruel part…. his body was angled so that the blade was hidden by his tray and his chest, so people watching from the other tables would think it was just a tense conversation.Only we were aware of what was going on.Andre froze, mid-stride. “Hey, man,” he said, trying the easy smile that usu
BrittneyI stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the emerald-green satin dress over my hips, trying not to think too hard about how much it had cost.The dress had crushed stones that made it sparkle when I moved, with a low neckline that scooped the tops of my cleavage.It was a gorgeous piece that I fell in love with instantly the moment I laid my eyes on it.Andre had pressed his black card into my hand that morning, casually saying, “Get whatever you like.”Like money wasn't an issue…. I guess for him it wasn't.But as I studied my reflection, a familiar voice whispered in my mind….Is this right?I was starting to rethink the whole thing.Is going out for dinner really what I should be doing with Andre, a man that I didn't trust?Rolling my shoulders, I forced those thoughts down and took one last glance at the mirror thenI grabbed my clutch, shoving the card back inside, and forced my expression into something neutral before walking out.Andre was in the living room, leaning
BrittanyThe house was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you second-guess every creak and noise you hear.I had taken the day off from the office, half working from home and half trying not to think too much about anything.Or what the TraceRunner told me the previous day.I had to take a break and figure out what to do.Whoever was sending me those weird and creepy messages wanted me to find something out… the only question is…. How bad would it be?Sighing, I scrubbed a hand down my face, wishing someone was around.Samantha was in school, and Claire had a meeting to attend, which meant I had the rare luxury of silence.I thought I’d enjoy it.Turns out, silence just leaves room for your mind to wander in circles.I was curled up on the couch with my laptop balanced on my knees, having decided to do some work when I heard the front door click open. My head snapped up.The last person I expected to see was Andre.He stepped inside, dragging his travel bag behind him.For a second,
AndreThe jet touched down on the private airstrip with a soft jolt that pulled me from a restless half-sleep.Throughout the short flight, I couldn't calm my anxious nerves for some reason.I rubbed at my temple, the weight of the last forty-eight hours still pressing against me.Unlike what Marcu
AndreThe steady rhythm of the monitor was the only thing cutting through the silence of Brittany’s hospital room.It took several hours before she dozed off, the nurses pumping her full of drugs when the pain became too much.It was a bit disconcerting, facing the quiet all alone but I’d gotten us
BrittneyThe steady beeping of the monitors was what woke me up.My eyelids felt like lead, heavy and full, but when I managed to pry them open, the pale, antiseptic-white ceiling greeted me again.I'm at the hospital.I shifted around in bed, turning this way and that.Maybe it was the position I
AndreThe first call came as soon as I stepped out of the car.“Andre, what the hell is happening down there?” Daniel Burns’s voice burst through the speaker, nearly rattling my eardrums. “Stocks are tanking. I’ve had three calls already this morning, and none of them are reassuring. What the hell






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