Lucy’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I walked into the studio was the lady in front sitter on the stool while the makeup artist did her face. From her side profile, I could tell who it was. When she stood up, and turned to leave, her eyes landed on mine and for a split second I could see the fear in her eyes. “Mra, Lucy,” one of the stylists called and I smiled, moving my attention to her. “Yes,” I answered, walking forward as the woman gestured for me to sit in the chair before her. Melissa walks off, and I knew she was scared I would eat her out. Well, I had no intentions to. I still longed for our friendship even if I was very angry. But something kept bugging me. The way he easily switched from a good friend that protected me to a different overnight kept me on my toes. I was worried for her. Could it be that she was blackmailed into doing it? The makeup artist got to work. One styling my hair and the other fixing my makeup. My makeup was light with a thick eyeliner lik
Melissa's POVOur clothes began to slip away from our bodies and mid-point with his shirt under my gown, the cold air hit my skin making me shiver. I was utterly lost and primed for him, waiting with anticipation for his hands to continue their tasking when he stopped.I believed he was teasing me, only drawing it out to make me plead. Then he shoved me away, his gaze darting back from that deep need to something mysterious, almost happy he had played me. "What are you—?" I gasped, still struggling to breathe. My chest ached, my body was screaming for him, and he was moving away.He stood, buttoning his shirt with infuriating composure while I sat red and trembling with shame."Dwayne!" I cried, my hands clenched around the rips of my own dress. "Don't you dare turn your back on me now."His smile cut deeper than any blade. "We'll meet again, darling." He straightened his collar, as if nothing had ever happened. "And when we do… maybe I'll let you finish what you started.""Finish—?
Melissa's POVMy body trembled as his hand held my neck. I fumbled some words out of my lips. “Th… this is… wrong,” I stammered.“Wrong?” his voice echoed, and his lips pulled so close to my ear, caressing the skin. “That has never held you back before.”“Piss off, you piece of…”His choke on my neck tightened, and I couldn't breathe. “I have warned you to watch your language with me. I won't repeat it again.”I gasped, panting for air and felt my face burn up until he released. I sucked in large chunks of breath and coughed.He was crazy. My face remained turned to the other side, fallen from his while I swallowed as much air as I could.“If you weren't so…” I began, raising my face, but he came closer, smirking as he taunted me.“What? If I wasn't so what? Handsome?”“Don't flatter yourself. You're not the only man on the planet.”“But you can't move on, can you?” he asked, and I gritted my teeth.“You think too highly of yourself,” I lashed out, my voice managing a whisper.“Should
Melissa's POVDwayne's laughter cut through the quiet like crashing glass. It was low, free and sarcastically amused.I opened one eye, and then the other, shivering, to find him slouched back in his chair, his shoulders heaving, with his hand pressed over his mouth to keep himself in check."You…" he laughed with choking breath, "you really thought I was going to kill you?"My breast pounded and dropped hard. He smiled too damn smug."You should've seen your face," he continued, raising his glass in my direction. "You looked like a rabbit trapped in a corner. Priceless."I could feel the flush rising into my cheeks and my shame flowering into rage. "You're sick!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "Do you think this is funny? You bother me…"Melissa." He spoke in a soothing voice, as though trying to calm a child who was throwing a tantrum."No!" My tone cracked on a slightly higher note. "Don't even think about it! You just sit there with your stupid rolled-up sleeves and your stupid arr
Melissa’s POVMy hands crept up the blindfold, puking it off my eyes. The streaks of light hit my face and I blinked continuously until my eyes adjusted to the lights. “You look nice,” his deep voice shook me. I turned to see Dwayne. He stood across the room in white rolled up long sleeve shirt and grey suit pants. My heart skipped when I saw him swirl a glass of deep red wine. He poured more into his cup and another then covered the wine bottle and headed right for me. His hand stretched, offering me the wine in his right hand and I froze. “Take it already,” he said calmly and I swallowed. My hand shook as I collected the glass and he sat on the other chair, sipping his wine. Then he placed it on the table and cleared his throat. “It's kinda rough on the taste buds.”I didn't understand if that was for the wine or for me. I was so uncomfortable and kept fidgeting and shifting in my seat. “Don't worry, it's not poisoned,” he said like it was supposed to make me calm. “I could tas
Melissa’s POV“Ugh!” I screamed, throwing the glass of wine on the wall. Lucy had escaped. The world had changed to her side, defending her.And worse, despite the money I spent, the trolls were having little or no effect on her image.Boiling with anger, I called Ezra. He picked up.“Why isn't it working?”“I don't know,” he answered. “It was working fine until she went to that show.”“I don't want your excuses. Do something about it.”“There's nothing more I can do,” Ezra confessed, his voice surprisingly calm.“Huh? Nothing you can do? I sent seven thousand dollars and you're telling me this? Find some dirt on her.”“You didn't pay me for that,” he argued.“And I didn't give you money for free. You either do as I say or return my money.”“I'm afraid that's no longer possible,” he said.“Alright then. I guess it wouldn't hurt if I showed up to your boss to explain.”His breathing grew ragged from the end of the phone. He belonged to a gang and, according to their rules, there was no