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I don't know how long I stayed in the hotel but when my phone rings and I check the time, my stomach grumbles as if scolding me. I've been crying my eyes out on an empty stomach for close to three hours now, mourning her absence all over again like the first time I realised we were over. I swipe the call to answer it, "Hello?" "Good day, Miss. Rebecca. This is-" "I know who it is," I interrupt feeling rather numb as I pick myself up from the floor. "You're downstairs, aren't you?" "Yes." I don't know how he always finds me but I've long suspected he bugged my phone. That's one thing I'll need to do away with as I plan my escape. "Okay, I'll be down in a few. Are you alone?" "Yes," trust Oliver to send his driver to come fetch me while he waits at home like a patient master looking forward to seeing his pet again. I dreaded the moment when we'd be together, alone and I'll have to answer to my behaviour- Goodness! Just thinking about it can make one shrivel in fear. As much as I
I lift my eyes as I twist my neck in all angles, looking out for myself in the quiet living room. The silence rings out so loud that my steps on the cold floor feels like a disturbance.It also didn't help that the lights were dim and the curtain let down making the house look glum and dreadful.After swallowing a chunk of boldness through my tight throat, I walk in m, careful of where I stepped before his anger lying in wait for me would blow up in my face.I climb that stairs and hurry into our bedroom, not before taking a peek to make sure the coast was clear.What the hell am I doing? Acting like a stranger in the home I've lived in for three years now. I wonder if it's still okay to call this place a home- it used to be one... Before he opened his big mouth and labelled me a fool in love.Not his exact words but they did dress me up like the clown he painted me to be.I had always thought I could love him enough for both of us. Maybe if he saw how I loved him, he could reciprocat
We were in a frenzy; from the office, to the hallway then the bedroom- all night long like we were possessed by some unknown force. Angry make-up sex had always felt so good but this time there was a shitty sinking feeling in my heart that just made me cry all night. That didn't stop me from having an orgasm though- nothing could stop that powerful release that shook me and the relaxation that came with it. I fell asleep somewhere in between and sometime during the night, woke up cuddled in his arms-- more like caged as if he didn't want me to slip out even to pee. He sat up waiting for me and when I returned, I was going back to his arms with no questions asked, telling myself it was only because I didn't want to be forced into it. I woke up alone the next day, the curtains pulled back and the morning light almost blinding. I grabbed a T-shirt I could find laying around which is very rare since Oliver is a neat freak and barely leaves anything lying around. I headed downstairs, w
I'm trembling like a leaf, staring at the empty seats with my jaw on the floor. I stagger as my legs lose all strength and I still refuse to believe my eyes. "I kept it right here," I mumbled to myself in the empty garage. "Why isn't it here?" tears drop on my cheek and I quickly wipe them off, telling myself to remain in control. I can just call Christopher and confirm if he took an envelope. He can't catch the cheque anyway. It definitely has my name on it and no one besides me can get the money. I'm not panicking over it being stolen, I'm worried about it being hidden. No one would take something useless to them unless they had the intention to spite me and these days, Oliver is my first guess. It's his chauffeur anyways. He must have answers. My thoughts flash to his cold behaviour last night when he confronted me and I looked down at the bandage that I only noticed now thanks to the cut from last night's violence. While he had shown indifference this morning, I wondered if h
Fuck! I dump my keys on the table, gripping my hair as I look around with panic in my heart. How could I lose something so precious? My only ticket out. I can't bring myself to call Mr. Wright that what? 'Hello, sir, so I lost the cheque, can you write another one?' I have to ask Oliver whether he's seen it but why do I have a feeling he's the one behind this? I couldn't have misplaced it, for fucks sake it was in my car! I put it right there on the seats! I'm pacing the grounds with my thoughts all over Hell's half acre, worrying back and forth as I imagine bringing up the question. 'Did you take my cheque? The one your grandfather wrote to me to leave your ass because he knows about us.' Now there are two ways Oliver can react to this. One, if he didn't take it, he'll be shocked, pissed off and I'm in trouble. Two, if he did take it, well he'll be shocked at my audacity, pissed off and I'm still in so much trouble. It doesn't matter how this goes, I'd still be in trouble. Or wh
Even with my throat dry with the desire bubbling inside of me from having him this close and the sparks that move deliciously through my skin, I close my eyes to inhale a little bit of self control. I'm done being that girl he can seduce by just a mere touch. He used to love it when I came undone by just a mere glimpse of his magnificent naked body-- I still think about it every once in a while but I'm done!"Feelings changed," I swallow painfully, turning my face in the opposite direction. "I want nothing to do with you now. You're a cruel man, Oliver. I want out. At least now the media knows about you-""Ugh!" a small sound of displeasure and I tense up again. He puts some distance between us. Not much since it's only him leaning back but he's still so close."Media this, media that. When did you start to care so much about their two cent opinion?" he folds his arms and his shoulders come up smoothly in a shrug, "I don't care what the media thinks about me-""I do-" I began to prote
TRIGGER WARNING My plans all come to a halt when I'm parked right outside the cemetery for hours. When the fuck are they gonna leave? I peak from where I'm parked, looking at the people hovering around the place. They've been doing that for close to an hour now. Dressed in casual clothes with the intention to fool their prey, the press sure know how to be a fucking pain in the ass. I don't need this right now. Look at them acting like they're here for a loved one when they can easily send me to an early grave. Fuck all of them! Fuck Oliver-- it's all his fault and fuck me too! I never should've brought him here in the first place. It should've just been between family. A car pulls up at the gates and my aunt and uncle step down with their grown up son, Thomas. It's been years since I last laid eyes on them. I guess they knew I wouldn't be able to show my face this year so they decided to stop by for me. We've never had the best of relationships. Archie, my uncle, was my father'
His glare eases now that he's seen me and I'm glad I made the right decision to step down before he knocks on my window but is it just me or is he finding it hard to keep those warm blue eyes away from my face. Does he perhaps recognize me? I changed out of my morning clothes when I got back home, took a bath, before searching Oliver's office. I look so much better than this morning. He twists his upper body, breaking our gaze and he mumbles something so inaudibly. Sorry, I didn't catch that. Did he just curse at me? Deep breaths, Rebecca. Just blame it all on Oliver. "So how are we doing this?" his blue eyes are back on my face again and they look different this time. The scowl has left his face and he no longer looks pissed off. Did I mention that he sounds gentle and soft? His voice is smooth like that stubble on his face. "I-I-I uh…" A thick curved brow arcs in shock, "You are paying for this." Wait, did he think I was trying to get out of this by faking a stutter? Rude! Now