ARDEN
"Are you going to send me to jail?" After what I thought was the longest time searching for this woman to come to an end would satisfy me to hear the fear in her voice and seeing the ghost of worries etched on her face was indeed an absolute triumph.
"It depends," I uttered. Her lips thinned. I studied her face. She was antsy. How couldn't she be? Being alone with the man she thought she had avoided for good was standing in front of her, and might just do what she had just cited — send her to jail.
"On what?"
"Whether you still have it."
"I don't have it anymore. I've already spent it." The panic in her eyes was increasingly difficult to hide. "Can we not talk about it here? Please...it's...it's late, and I don't want to stress my mother about it, so if you please, don't mention it while you're here. We can go somewhere to talk about it...we can talk tomorrow." She was fidgeting more than usual.
"Why did you do it?" I goaded on.
"Now is not the time to talk about it." She lamented. "Please. My mother's here and my brother's coming home. This thing you want from me, they don't know it, so please," the plea in her voice was enough for me to give her an ounce of my consideration. From the looks of it, she was going to burst into tears if I went on.
"Where will I sleep?"
She sighed, "Thank you." And clasped her hand together, seemingly relieved. "I will bring you a blanket and a pillow. Do you need a shower first? You can use the-"
"I've showered before I went here,"
"Oh, right?.."
An awkward silence surrounded us. She would smack her lips together, fist her hands, pull the hem of her shirts, or look at the door behind me. I could feel how tense she was becoming, and I felt bad for making her feel that way. Dammit! Where did that come from? I was here to claim what was mine.
"You know you can go to your room and rest, right? I won't steal anything. You'll find me here the next morning." I said, instantly painting her cheeks red and making her mouth churn sourly. Guilt and embarrassment flooded her face. I felt like smacking my head. Way to give her an ounce of consideration.
"I'm really sorry," she whispered.
I rustled a sigh, seeing the tears in her eyes. Even if I didn't want to admit it, her tears bothered me. The remorse in her voice carried her sincere apology as well. "You're right. It's late. We'll talk tomorrow." She sniffled and was about to say something when the door opened. His brother looked at us with a frown on his forehead.
"Who is he?" Adam asked. I read he was two years younger than Addison, but he sure acted like he was more years older than her; the way his shoulders squared intimidatingly, the scowl on his face, and the thin line of his lips, he looked stoic.
"This is Arden, a friend. He's staying overnight. He'll crash on the sofa." She cleared her throat. "My brother, Adam."
I looked at him straight in the eye as I wasn't having any of his grim looks. Did this kid try to scare me with his glare? Funny kid. "Kinda late, but I'm pleased to meet you," I muttered.
"Addison brought many surprises to this home. It wouldn't surprise me if the next day she would sport a bump," Addison sharply gasped at his brother's presumptuous statement. My polite response was forgotten.
"Adam! Why are you saying something like that?" her chest rose and fell in an attempt to hold her emotions. This time, she was angry. "You're embarrassing me."
"Oh, I mean to."
"Your sister's not pregnant. I can tell." Of course, she wasn't pregnant. Nothing happened that night. But what about the other men? My eyes trailed to her stomach. Despite the loose grey shirt, she wasn't hiding a bump. And just the thought that someone could have gotten her pregnant made me want to wring someone's neck.
"Can we talk privately?" She was walking to him, but he was already striding past her to his room.
"I'm tired."
"Adam," her voice wobbled.
"Not tonight,"
Her shoulders drooped, followed by sniffles.
"Do you need anything?" She asked me, head hanging low.
"I'll be fine here," she was nodding her head as she turned around, and was almost running to her room.
I had expected a heated confrontation with that woman, not a dramatic argument with her brother. The thing was, it was none of my business, but seeing her look so sad brought a strange pang in my chest. Damn. I was becoming soft. This was expected, being around women, especially my little sister, Carrie, whom I thought I would never see nor touch again; she grew fiery but delicate. Fate had its twisted way of bringing pieces together, and Asher's life was forever changed. The latter was so in love I swore he'd crawl on his knees if Carrie ordered him to. Having said that, I was happy for them.
*
Inside the car, I was observing the house. There was no yelling or audible conversations that could be heard from where I was, but I was hoping that she would soon come out of that house. At exactly four A.M I had vacated the sofa and went out, had breakfast, and took a shower from an accommodation I paid only for that purpose. Sleeping appeared to be a difficult task in a new place, knowing that the person you have been looking for was in the same house, yet I couldn't do anything. At seven in the morning, I was waiting.
Contemplating whether to go inside or just wait, I did the latter. And when she finally appeared, her eyes cast on my car, glaring. I smirked. She would now glare, however last night, she would have cried in one more poking.
She settled herself in the passenger seat with a heavy maneuver, putting on her seatbelt with small grunts of disapproval and exasperation and a pout on her lips. I inwardly smiled. I found her childishness amusing.
"My mother was looking for you, believing I kicked you out of the house last night. You decided to show up out of nowhere and we politely accepted you in and offered you the sofa. You could have at least waited until we were up and bid goodbye."
"You can't blame me. I have a good schoolmistress."
Her forehead creased before she avoided my eyes and focused them on the road as I maneuvered the car away from the house. She knew very well what I meant to say when I said that. Didn't I accept her that night, offered her good pay, but I woke up and she was gone?
"Have you eaten?" I asked.
"Yes. Where are we going?"
"To talk,"
"The place. Where are you taking me?"
I gave her a sideways look. She was rigid in her seat, hands clutching the strap of the belt. "Afraid, aren't we?"
"Would I be? I got into your car, didn't I?"
"Your heartbeat is racing, you're clutching the belt as if your life depends on it, you can't stop shaking your legs, and now and then, you turn your eyes to the side, memorizing the road we're going, now tell me if you're not afraid, Addie?"
She shakily breathed, controlling her legs from shaking, and composing herself. She was quick to get herself together, and I admired her for that.
It was moments of silence later when I turned the engine off. I puffed a breath of exasperation, parking the car on the side of the road. The place was quiet, where there wouldn't be a distraction. The vast greenery before us was calming to the eyes. This place was a good spot.
Yet I tried to act exasperated and daunting now that I had her alone for confrontation.
I took a sigh. "Where's my money, Addison?"
"You were very smart to transfer a huge amount of money from my account to your account." She swallowed hard; eyes on her lap. I could see the fluttery nervous in her stomach.Using my biometrics, she was able to access my online banking services and made a transfer to her account, and on that day, before I was able to track her, her account was already closed, and all the money was withdrawn, she was then untraceable."I stole money from you, yes, and I thought I would never see you again. Why do you have to find me?"I scoffed. "I want my money back. Ten thousand dollars, Addison. You stole ten thousand dollars from me, you think that's cheap? I definitely have to find you. No one gets to the mouth of the needle so easily, so now tell me, where's the money?" I held her eyes before she looked down at her hands, fiddling with her fingers together."It's gone." She declared as she looked back at me with her unremorseful face. This time, her eyes glinted assertively."I had spent it on m
ADDISONI scrambled off the bed when I heard him knock on the door. "Coming!"I didn't know that being his woman also meant living with him in the same house and accompanying him to his meeting, but today, he told me he'd be somewhere, so he left me alone in the house. It had been a week. It surprised me how the days had leaped so quickly and, so far, he had not touched me. I thought I would feel like a prisoner or something, but I didn't. He was a true gentleman. But I couldn't tell if I would feel disappointed or not, but I felt like I was.Adam and I were still not talking. I tried to call him, but he kept ignoring my calls. He had snapped and told me to leave whenever I wanted to because that was what I used to do. Leaving. It hurt to see how upset he was towards me. He was angry because I left. He didn't agree with me leaving home to work in the city when worse came to worst. My father suffered from a heart attack and passed away, and it took a toll on all of us. A part of us was
"I finally got to meet you, Addison." A woman with beautiful emerald eyes greeted us. "I know that my brother is hiding something from me. He'd promised to introduce you to us and now is the day." She chirped, dragging me as she cheerfully gabbed, with her one arm hooked into mine. So, this was Carrie, his sister. He had warned me of how inquisitive she could be. The way he talked about her, I could feel how fond he was of her. My eyes rested on the small bump seen through her dress. She's pregnant. I heard this was her second baby. A baby boy. I couldn't contain my smile at her antics narrating how curious she was about me and how much she'd wanted to pay her brother a visit to his home, which he had strictly told her not to do.Arden was just following behind and I could feel his eyes on me."Oh, hi, Addison! Arden said you were coming." She exclaimed. "As if we didn't expect you. '' She giggled. "You've met the sister," she gestured to Carrie at my side, who chortled in response, "
His lips were a hair's breadth away from my lips and his eyes stripped me naked. From my eyes and down, lingering to my lips, he would slightly make an attempt to kiss me, but teasingly, he would look at me and smirk. I could close my eyes and feel everything he was about to do to me, but I fought it. I stared at him with an equal heat of desire and eyes dilated with lust. I felt the familiar tingling between my legs that then turned into a sweet pain. He was slowly sliding his hand under my dress, giving my skin a gentle knead and touch. My skin seemed to burn everywhere his touch landed, but the burn sent so much torturing sensation that I wanted to feel more of him, naked and boundless like the sea. "You see how you make me feel, Addie?" I looked at him, still reeling from the sensation. He pushed me flat on my back and pushed his lower body in between my legs. I shuddered and let go of a shaky moan. I couldn't help it. The aching in my lower region intensified at the erotic ac
"I'm gonna fück you so hard you won't be able to remember your name but mine," Arden whispered against my ears after giving me a mindblowing órgasm that had me clinging onto his strong shoulders, shaking. One moment he was devouring me. After then, he was taking me up higher and higher to my sanity and exploded until there was nothing but my lust-hazed mind trying to grasp that reality. In a blink, he was quick to undress me in the process while my eyes were tightly closed, hushedly regulating my breath. My ears were still ringing. My heartbeat was windlessly skipping. I never imagined it could feel this good with him. I felt his hot skin against my skin and that was the only time I looked at him with wide eyes. There was a slight fear in my heart, but looking at his eyes brimming with so much lust and appreciation, that fear turned into excitement and confidence. I knew I didn't have that attractive body you see in magazines or runways. I wasn't skinny or lean. I had subcutaneous fa
“Something’s amusing. Care to tell me?” he playfully smacked my butt’s cheek. “It’s...nothing.” I softly laughed. He got up with a boyish smirk on his face, but the playful smile suddenly dropped as his eyes stared past my legs. A deep frown formed on his forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?!” He asked, clearly upset. His jaw clenched. Was he upset about me being a virgin?! “Is it my fault that I’m a virgin? or I was?” rolling my eyes, I snatched my dress from his hand when he tried to grab it to look at the bloodstain on his expensive slipcover. That would spark interest in whoever was going to change it, or I could change it myself. I made a mental note to change it later. “And why are you suddenly so angry?” I looked at him. A single vein almost popped on his forehead as he flexed his jaw. His eyes were still fixated on the cover although he couldn’t see the blood anymore because I was covering it. Disappointment started to foul my mood. I couldn’t understand wh
ARDEN Two days... Two days had passed since I held her in my arms, pleased and sated. Two excruciating days... To my surprise, I was her first. My initial reaction was anger. It consumed me for a moment when I realized it, but then pride swelled in my chest. I was her first, and then there was guilt. I was wrong all along. She made me believe it was her what it was—a night of pleasure in exchange for money- her job. She did not correct me nor defend herself, but then... I did not give her a chance to do so, did I? I wasn't gentle with her, although I didn't plan to be. However, I could have been less rough. But her soft whimpers and moans were driving me so wild I wanted to ravish her, take everything she could give me. Ugh! I felt like I had been in abstinence for many years. I thought that once I claimed her, my fascination or lust over her would go away, but it didn't. Instead, I craved even more. I wanted more. I wanted her to spread her legs for me. I wanted to touch her. Ju
Scarlett left and I learned that she used to be a local girl, but then she grew up in the big city, got married, and that's where she's at now. I had this sense that she had some stories to spill, but I could also tell we needed some one-on-one time. Before she left, she handed me her business card."Seriously, do you hate me so much that you're out there telling everyone you're an only child?" I couldn't help but lay on the accusation thick.He shot me a look that could curdle milk. "What else should I say, huh? That I've got a sister who placed out because she couldn't handle the heat, that we were too much of a burden? And then out of the blue, you show up with cash? Where'd that come from? You were living it up, weren't you?" I had to bite down on my lip to stop from saying something nasty back. Adam was holding back, I could see it. I knew him like the back of my hand. "You were living large!"His words hit me like a slap in the face. I was so stunned I couldn't even muster the e