AuroraI was a breath away from passing out completely, when the man grunted and rolled off me, kicked away by a firm, solid leg. And just like that, air flowed back into my lungs, and the atmosphere brightened once again. The ringing in my ears faded, bringing sounds flooding back into my senses.I coughed, touching my neck that would no doubt be bruised already. I pushed myself into a sitting position, looking around me.Someone in a grey shirt rolled up at the sleeves rammed his shoe into my near-rapist's jiggly belly. The man cried out in pain, begging the person to stop."Please . . . please." The words fell out of his mouth in between gasps for air and pained groans.I binked over and over again, trying to make sure that what I was seeing wasn't a mirage.Mr. King?"Crazy bastards like you are the people that make this world utterly despicable," he said, before landing another kick into the man's side again.This time, I heard the blood rush up his pudgy throat before it came ou
Aurora10:15pm.My head was against the cool window of Mr. King's car. The ride to my place had been a quiet one, mostly because I had nothing to say, and he wasn't much of a talker anyway.All I wanted to do right then was fly into my bed and black out into a deep, calm sleep where I could at least escape from the hell that I'd been through during the week.When we stopped by my apartment, he looked at it for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and looked back at me.I rolled my eyes and picked up my bag as he unlocked the door. "What?""The rent must be killing you," he said humorlessly.Another reason to remember my parents with nothing but animosity. What was the use of having rich parents who abandoned their own child to clean up their mess?I sighed with a shrug. "Well, some of us don't have the luxury of sitting around all day and expecting things to get done." I let it sink in for a moment, before opening the car door and sliding out of the car.I closed the door shut, looking at my
ALEXANDERI placed my phone down on the table before me, thinking long and hard. A voice call?The offer was incredibly tempting, even though it wasn't part of our initial agreement. From the video chats we'd had previously, I could already tell that she had a soft voice. It wasn’t just soft, a better word would be husky. It sounded oddly familiar, but I was too caught up in her beautiful body to think too deeply about it.I couldn't stop thinking about Aurora though, and the way she'd looked at me with so much hate and anger back at the alleyway. I always loved to push her to the limits just to see how much she could take. I needed to know that she had a backbone so badly, because it irritated me that somehow, she never got angry with me despite how I treated her.It made me feel like a fucking loser, like she was an angel and I was some kind of demon from the deepest, hottest, pits of hell.But today . . . I'd seen the fire in her crystal blue eyes as she'd told me off. I knew I'd p
AuroraThe next morning came like many others: simple, calm and with a touch of tittering birds outside the window that made me feel like Snow White.Dang. I sat up from bed and rushed into the bathroom to take a quick bath.As I stepped out of the bathroom, I realised that I actually didn't have to go to work today. And since it was a Friday, it meant that I automatically had three days of rest.With a whoop of victory, I shot my arm up into the air and did a little happy dance.The night before had been wonderful, with my pleasure sugar daddy lifting my mood with that deep, sexy voice of his. He had to be some minor god of some sort, because how could someone have such an effect on another person with merely his words? He'd led me to an orgasm three times. Three. Freaking. Times.The moment we were done, I'd drifted into sleep; my plan worked like a magic charm.I wrapped my towel tighter around myself as a knock came to my front door. I definitely couldn't have gone out without dre
AuroraOf all the things I planned on getting done, making a call to my employer on the app made a whole lot more sense.My whole day was spent within the walls of my home. For the first ie in so long, I'd actually had time to take care of myself. And I spent it well in my opinion. I cooked, cleaned, and when I was done, kicked up my feet on a stool and caught up on several episodes of my favorite Netflix show.It was while I was watching the show, that my phone rang. It was Karen. I felt a little guilty that I hadn't even called her in a while, but she'd understood that I was very, very, busy. I picked up the call and sighed."Hey, Karen. What's up?"The low, soft voice that belonged to none other than Karen floated through the phone. "Oh my God, Aurora. I've been trying to reach you. You wouldn't even pick up.""I'm sorry. Work has been so hectic, I haven't had time to get enough rest and sleep. I was going to call eventually, but I just couldn’t right now."I heard her own sigh as
AuroraThinking gave way to sleep, and by the time I came around, my phone was buzzing by my side on the couch. The TV was still blaring, and I could see two people on the screen in a heated embrace.I picked up my phone and reduced the volume on the TV at the same time. I answered the call without hesitation, already knowing who it was.His shirtless body filled up my screen, and my breath hitched in my throat. This man kept revealing layers of himself piece by piece with every new call, and I liked it a lot. It meant that he was getting more comfortable with me.I looked down at my attire of a baggy shirt with just my panties underneath. I hadn't thought he would have called, especially after our late call the night before, but now that he was calling, all logical reasoning flew out the window. He wanted to call me, so who cared? The more calls I got, the more I'd be paid, and the more I got paid, the more money I could have saved up in order to finally leave that company.His tanne
AuroraThe weekend flew by in a flash, and before I knew it, I was back to scrambling around my room at 7 am and trying my best to make it to work before 8 am.I'd almost sprained my ankle trying to wear my pants, but nothing could deter me.Every morning, my alarm would ring by 6 am, but I always hit the snooze button too fast for my mind to always acknowledge it. By the time my body would decide to wake up, it would already be an hour later. I'd tried so many things to break the cycle—setting multiple alarms at different times, sleeping early, and changing the position of my phone, but nothing ever worked. Maybe it was a sign for me to just give up.I sprayed some perfume to finish up m corporate look and made sure to take along my glasses with me. The last time I forgot it at home, I spent the whole day at work trying to edit scripts that I could barely read. It was torture, and Mr. King didn't help with his incessant complaints.I rushed out, made sure that my doors were locked, a
AuroraMr. King casually looked up from his phone as I stepped into his office. The way his eyes instantly went to my neck was like a soft punch to my self-confidence."I see you're all better, Ms. Stone," came his first remark. It seemed that he was in a good mood today because he had that particular annoying look that usually came before trouble.His facial expressions usually gave him away most times, and I made it a goal of mine to personally study them.A scowl meant he was in a bad mood, like most people. A stoic face meant that he was eventually going to get annoyed over something, and was still in his deciding phase. A smirk meant that there was trouble, but he wouldn't be as harsh as he would have been when he was scowling.But he wouldn't actually have called me here just to insult me again, right?"Where I come from when people check up on you, it is polite to respond," he said, voice still clear and even.I caught his stare. "I'm good. I'd have said that it's wonderful to