ELLEN My head hurt. My body ached and I felt heavy to even lift a hand. A jackhammer. Someone must be pounding my temples with a jackhammer at this moment. There was no other logical explanation for this horrendous ache in my head. I shifted slightly and the pain in my head almost made me crazy. My eyes fluttered open slowly and I was facing an unfamiliar ceiling. The air around me smelled so clean and I turned my head slowly to the side to see Oliver sitting on a seat beside me. Relief crossed his face as he saw me. "You are awake," he said and held my hand. I stared blankly at him, unable to remember what happened. He waved his hand over my face and peeked at me. "Ellen, can you see me?" he asked. "Yeah..." I tried to speak but my voice was hoarse, so, I cleared it. "What happened?" "You got into an accident." The memories came flashing back at me and I shut my eyes as I heard the sound of the crash in my head. Oliver placed a hand on my fore
ELLEN Lily stared at me like I just grew horns. We were in a restaurant having drinks. Alejandro and another of Oliver's men were with us. Ale sat a few feet away from us while the other man sat in the car. Oliver would not let me go out on my own anymore. I did not like it at the time but since it was for my protection, I had to concur. I had to play along as if I was oblivious to his involvement in the mafia. It was the next day after my accident and I have not heard from Tony. I hoped that at least he could show a tiny bit of concern. He would not say he had not heard about my accident. I was working for him and he dragged me into all this mess. "What are you telling me right now? Oliver? Mafia? How?" I glanced at Ale who was pretending he was not there with us. "You must bring down your voice. They do not know that I know." "Oh, my God. Elle, I can't believe you let Tony use you again." "Lily, I had no choice. He had told me all he would do to So
ELLEN "Uh— I have had my first share of love," I said and cleared my throat. I have to make him trust me, so I will tell him part of the story and toss in a lie or two. He knows about two years of my life missing from the records, so I had to put his mind away from there. "I met my first boyfriend, Derek, in my first year in college. He was handsome, sweet, funny, charming, wealthy, everything a girl could ask for. I was in dire need to love and be loved so I fell head over heels for him. Long story short, he turned the beast on me after a year and I barely escaped with my life. So, I had to clear everything about our relationship for two years. I left that town and transferred to NYU. "I do not like revisiting the memories, they are too traumatic for me. I cleared those years from my records because I did not want anything to associate Derek and me." Tears were strolling down my cheeks now because I remembered all that Tony did to me. "Is he the father of your
ELLEN "Oh, my God, Oliver," I moaned again and dug my nails into the sheets. My back ached back as Oliver's tongue flicked over my wet mound, while his fingers went in and out of my wetness. Oliver knew just how to make me weak. He pushed in and out, in and out, in and out, with every pulse driving me to the verge. He did not stop until there was a rush of warm liquid. I cried out and writhed on the bed as an orgasm hit me. Oliver did not give me a chance to recover, he leaned down immediately and slurped the liquid, licking me thoroughly with his tongue as if it was a kind of tasty juice. I was going to die in his hands because this guy knows how to humble my body. My whole body ached for him. When he was done doing justice to my honey pot, he stood up and I noticed his erection was almost tearing his pants. I couldn't wait for him to be inside me. He quickly unzipped his pants, and his shaft sprang out of his pants and pointed at me. I inhaled deeply. I had
ELLEN When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty. Oliver was not there and I was lying alone naked on the bed. He left again. Why does he always leave when we have sex? I sat up, clutching the bedsheet to my body. I did not know how to feel, but I felt this whole thing was a mistake. I should not have let him touch me, I should have kept my distance. I would amount nothing to this man except a one-night stand. I was someone he would always use to quench his sexual frustrations. Then and now, yet I have not learned my lessons. I stared at his side which was now empty. Everything was the same as five years ago, except that this time, there was no bundle of money beside me. I sighed. I would not stay here and suck all day, I have a child to take care of. I got off the bed, picked up my nightwear that was still tossed across the floor, and wore it back. Oliver satisfied every bit of my sexual hunger, no doubt, but it was excruciatingly hurtful to feel the way I feel
ELLEN I kissed him back. I know I said I do not want to do this with him again, but he was irresistible. I wreathed my arms around his neck as his mouth devoured mine. Today, his kiss was desperate, there was nothing hesitant about it. He was hungry for me as much as I was for him. He cupped my ass, and he pressed me into him. His hardness pressed into me, and I let out a moan. His mouth left my mouth and went down to my neck, to my collarbone, and my breast. I still wore my nightwear, but he sucked my hardened nipple from the fabric. I moaned as pleasure surged through me. He pulled away and grabbed my breasts with his enormous hands and fondled them. His mouth claimed mine again as he fondled my breast. “You smell so nice, Ellen, and you are so sweet,” he murmured against my lip. He was not drunk today. If we get down, we will never stop until we have satisfied ourselves. There won’t be any excuse for this. I think we both needed this, but I h
OLIVER “The impact of your presence is what we ask for...” The words of the man trailed off as my mind wandered towards Ellen. She was a mystery that was getting more complicated. I had agreed to get information out of her by making her trust me enough to spill, but sex with her was not part of my plan and what marveled me most was that it happened twice. The first time was a drunken mistake and because I did not know how to face her the next day, I ran away to my hotel and stayed there, thinking of ways to put it behind me. I saw her calls and I could not man up enough to answer it and so I ignored it. After three days, I knew I could not stop running from my wife. It was a mistake and I hope she understood. She had been kind and understanding and before her, I never spoke to anyone about my predicaments, but when she was around me, I say more in five minutes than I have said in weeks. She affects me like that and I always regret it. I have opened up to he
ELLEN Things were a bit awkward for Oliver and me for the next two days. He did not allow me to stay in his room again and avoided me. I did not want to be near him too until the dinner party he was going to with me came up. Tony asked that I follow him to the dinner party and lead him exactly where he wanted. I did not know what to do. I was no murderer and could not let the man I had sex with a few days ago die like that. But I had Sophie to think about and I would do anything to save her. Oliver sent me a maxi, black, lacy gown that had a slit running up to my thigh. It was sleeveless and made me uncomfortable, but I had to dress for the occasion. I was here for a mission and I had to accomplish it. I did not wear much makeup. Since Tony told me that Pablo Moreno knew my makeup face, I had never taken chances. I do not wear makeup. I left Sophie at Lily's place with two of his men watching over her apartment. Lily did not entirely welcome the idea, but she did it for protection's