chapter 7

~Joan’s pov~

It was already dark, the night was the longest. Now I couldn’t get my mind off what had happened earlier. I felt claustrophobic and confused. The sound of my door opening pulled my attention to the door, and a body standing there, at first I had thought it was Fredrick till I noticed that statue.

It was Jones, he was back again I yelped from the bed; holding the sheets above my chest, checking my side clock, it was three in the morning, why was he here so early?

“Don’t shout, don’t you think it’s too early to be loud” he climbed on the bed, I hurried back to the end of the bed, protecting myself from what was sure to come, “bet your taste as sweet as the chocolate Fred gave you today” crawling on the bed, my heart skipped, he moved close to me, then yanked the sheets off my body.

His lips met mine as he engulfed my little squirk with his hands, he reached out for my thighs through my nightwear, a loose gown which gave him easy access to my panties.

He came prepared in a ro