As I observed the room, I noticed their peculiar glances exchanged, as if their eyes were playing tricks on them. Whispers floated in the air, questioning if I was indeed the new addition to their midst or maybe there was a mistake somewhere. Doubt lingered like a heavy stone.Curiosity consumed me, wondering what caused this strange reaction. Yet, no one bothered to acknowledge my presence, too engrossed in their own gossip. Deep down, I knew today would be far more challenging than anticipated.Suddenly, the door swung open, shattering the ongoing commotion. Every pair of eyes froze, fixated on the man who had just entered. He donned a black suit, with glasses perched on his ears and fiery red hair contrasting against his attire."You must be Avery," he addressed me directly. "I need you to do something for me. Check the time and tell me what it says."In that instant, I realized I was in trouble for my tardiness. My head hung apologetically as I stammered, "I'm sorry, sir. It took
The power dynamics were crystal clear, and quite frankly, I was exhausted from constantly clashing with her. So, I mustered up a brief apology, my head hanging low, and began to make my way out of the situation. However, before I could escape, she yanked me back, her voice dripping with disdain. "And where do you think you're going after drenching me with water? Did I mention that I graciously accepted your pitiful apology?"I met her gaze with a fierce glare, not bothering to conceal my discontent. "What do you expect me to do? I can't turn back time and prevent the accident. So, what choice do we have but to move forward?"She challenged me, demanding that I swear I didn't do it on purpose. I raised an eyebrow, exasperated. "Come on, Helen, it's my first day at work. Why would I intentionally seek trouble?” I hoped she would connect the dots and realize that this was a pure accident. “I didn't even see you coming. As for any lingering grudges from our past encounters, I can't apolog
“Why do you always rush to conclusions without hearing me out first? It hurts and betrays me.” I was looking forward to getting back to work this morning, despite my disappointment. I told myself not to lose hope just yet.“It's obvious, unless he's blind, any man can figure out what's happening right now," Cameron said unshaken, completely convinced that he was speaking the truth. I couldn't bring myself to argue with him; I simply held back my tears."You never believe anything I say anyway," I said, wiping away the tear from my eye.He scoffed, saying that such a pitiful act wouldn't earn his sympathy. "Now, step forward."I obeyed, and in an instant, I found myself bending over the table, my skirt flying up in the air. I don't know why, but this inexplicably turned me on. All the sadness I had felt earlier vanished into thin air as I eagerly awaited the moment Cameron would fill me up.Soon enough, we became one. I closed my mouth tightly to prevent any screams from escaping; I di
The remaining hours of the day crawled along at a snail's pace, devoid of any excitement or intrigue. I yearned for its conclusion, eagerly anticipating the moment I could escape to the comfort of my own abode. My eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of Cameron. Alas, he remained elusive ever since he vanished into the unknown depths with that strange woman. My purpose here was to lay eyes on him, but now I couldn't help but fret that there was more to their connection. Perhaps they were engaged in an affair, given her possessive nature. Yet, does this affair concern me at all? After all, the only thing that binds us is a mere contract.I am aware that I should not exceed my boundaries, but my worries persist. If Cameron did not deem her important enough to disclose our marriage, should I truly consider it a sacred bond? Even Helen, who was away for some reason, seemed to have knowledge of our union. Yet, this woman appears to be completely
I stood frozen, unable to utter a single word. My mind spun in confusion, her eyes blinking rapidly as I tried to comprehend the situation. And in that moment of vulnerability, Cameron seized the opportunity, grabbing my hand causing me to jerk in reaction and leading me up the stairs without any explanation or resistance on my end. We entered the room, the door slamming shut behind us, and only then did he release his grip, his eyes filled with a dangerous intensity."I need a favor from you," he spoke in a commanding tone, causing the hairs on my body to stand on end. I knew deep down that there was always a price to pay when Cameron offered his assistance. I saw it coming."What is it that you want?" I asked, my voice meek as I took a few cautious steps back.Cameron smiled, his shoulders dropping in a deceptive display of relaxation. "Don't worry, it's not an impossible task. I believe you're capable of it. And I'll make it worth your while. I need you to help me make someone jeal
Cameron and I began spending a lot of time together, a stark contrast to the past when he would leave without a word. Now, he couldn't bear to be without me, making other women jealous. I played along with the role given to me. This sudden change in our relationship surprised and made others suspicious and envious. Cameron made sure to show our love in public, portraying himself as a loving husband. Soon, news of our marriage spread far and wide.During dinner at a restaurant that evening, I tried not to embarrass myself while Cameron looked relaxed, cutting his steak. He whispered for me not to stare and to act like I had been there before. I quickly composed myself, trying to enjoy the meal. Being in that place made my stomach churn nervously, feeling like everyone was watching and gossiping about me.Cameron noticed my discomfort and asked what was wrong, speaking softly as he usually did. I couldn't tell if he was genuinely concerned or just acting. I couldn't bring myself to conf
Before George could finish his sentence, the woman interrupted, asking if he had seen her lipstick that she thought she had tossed in his pocket earlier. This caused him to pause in mid-air and turn his attention towards her."Are you sure you did?" he asked, searching through his pocket and eventually pulling out a red lipstick. The woman seemed satisfied as she snatched it from his grip, while George appeared confused. "I don't remember you tossing anything in my pocket," he said, scratching his head in bewilderment."Well, it's your fault for not paying attention," she teased.I found myself intrigued by the words George had been about to say before the woman interrupted. It seemed like she had deliberately cut him off to prevent him from revealing something, and I wondered why."So tell me, Avery," George said, his eyes shifting from his woman to me with a mischievous glint. As he opened his mouth to speak, I could sense the curiosity in his voice. "How was your honeymoon?"I froz
I couldn't shake the eerie sense of familiarity as she entered the room, her steps commanding me to retreat. I couldn't help but ask if there was a problem, for her piercing gaze seemed to suggest she wanted me dead. Her presence exuded dominance, leaving me unsettled.“Little did I know, when I spotted you earlier at the office, I foolishly mistook you for a mere janitor. I had forgotten that cunning individuals like you would go to great lengths to achieve their desires. Was this how you wormed your way into his bed, pretending to be an ignorant maid, hoping to one day seduce him?”It wasn't her harsh words that bewildered me, but the fact that she claimed we had met earlier that day at the office. She couldn't be mistaken, as she knew I worked as a cleaner. Yet, no matter how I tried to recall, the memory eluded me.She paused, then burst into laughter. "I can see you no longer recognize me. Is it the makeup or the outfit?" she asked, glancing down at herself.Upon closer examinati