I have done a lot of wicked things in this life, some I feel bad for doing, and some I just don't care for remorse. But none of this wicked act of mine surpasses waking up on a strange bed and finding out I just slept with Romeo's half-brother. I don't know how it happened. I just woke up thinking how unfamiliar the bed and the room were and I cracked my eyes open and my nemesis, Harry Sheridan, the man I hate the most in Romeo's family after his stupid father, was sitting across from the room, a wicked smirk on as he watched me.I shuffle away when he stands up from the couch he has been lounging on and comes and plops his ass on the bed, twisting his body to face me."What did you do?" I sneer, and if looks could kill, he will be sizzling to ashes right now.He releases a sinister chuckle, tilting his head backward, and when his cold green eyes come back to connect with mine, my whole body is covered up in goosebumps. "What did I do?" His eyes are sinister, his tongue curled inwar
Another tear glides down my left cheek and I sniffle again, watching Romeo allow another woman to touch him while he still has me chained to the bed. My whimpers reach his ears and his eyes that remain on me as the girl has his cock buried in her pussy, soften but only for a second as his jaws tic and his eyes harden again.It's as if there's a battle within him. He will find himself needing to stop as this is obviously breaking me but then he will remember the atrocity I committed with his brother and his anger will spike up again.He is fighting it and I know it. Romeo could never bear to see me cry. So this must be hurting him as much as it is hurting me to see another woman touch him."You have proven your point, Romeo," my throat is patched even though I don't cry out loud, "Just stop."He doesn't heed my plea, and as if he enjoys this pathetic and miserable me, he grabs her ass and positions his cock inside her again, and an echo of colliding bodies is heard every time she come
"Final boarding announcement for Air Atlantis, flight 210A to France. All passengers head to gate 2!" The feminine voice bounces off the four walls of the private lounge, and the woman who has been struggling with transferring some handy things from the suitcase into her handbag finally exits.As for me, I am busy pacing around the spacious room, worrying for no reason whatsoever about why I haven't boarded yet, forgetting that it works according to the time on my boarding pass.I just want to be on my way to China already, away from my current problems. A little part of me wouldn't have even minded much if there was no other solution after I obviously missed my 10:00 AM flight. But after that rough, anger-driven sex which might I add, went on for hours without as little as five minutes break, I was having a hot bath to numb my soreness when Martins called to inform Romeo that he has managed to squeeze me yet again, in another flight that is taking off by 8:00 PM tonight.I have neve
"Good morning, ma'am!" A young man in a fine suit rushes to me at terminal 1 of the arrival hall and my face immediately hardens, a defensive pose striking on reflex. I just came down from a long flight and my muscles are sore and for some reason, I just want to sleep. The last thing I want is to engage in a tag race with an airport thief."Um, good morning." I am a little hesitant because he's an unfamiliar face even though almost everybody I have passed by at my arrival looked exactly like him."I'm Ling Chen, your sorta PA and designated driver for as long as you are here." He introduces himself in his thick accent, adjusting the round glasses on the bridge of his nose."On my way out, I overheard some people talking about a fraudster that lurks around the exit," I say, holding my handbag tighter to my body, "They lie about being a designated driver only to take the passenger somewhere remote and rob them of their properties."His eyes widen in horror at my accusation before settl
I have always hated the rain. Especially when it bears a violent storm as a companion.But here I am nonetheless, under the violent downpour, right in front of an eyesore of a motel where I just slept with my class teacher. And I am without a doubt not proud of my actions. Because I have a boyfriend. And I am supposed to be faithful to him. But life always got a way of pushing me to the edge of a cliff with barely half a choice.Lucas Meadow, my Philosophy teacher, has always had his greedy eyes on younger girls, like the pretty girls in his class. I always knew I was no exception after all the countless sexual passes at me. But I have been so sure I would never let his finger touch me, well until he gave me an offer I couldn't turn my golden eyes away from.He offered me something palatable; to help me graduate even with my poor grades. And I always knew on my own, I wouldn't make it past the threshold of Northridge High with my mates in the next few months. I was going to have to rep
'Men are monsters'I was eight when Mama told this to me. It was on a Sunday evening and we were seated by the fireplace. The evening was a little bit too chilly but I could adjust to it thanks to Mama's handmade quilt that was wrapped around me to keep away the cold. 'They will take everything. Bleed you dry and leave you to rot away'The look in Mama's eyes when she said that part had been so bitter and cloudy I had thought how monstrous men were. To have pulled such emotion from her, they must be callous. So I swore to never let any man come a mile too close to my heart, let alone think of stealing it.But years later, I find myself breaking the promise. I fell in love with a pretty boy with eyes that put the stars to shame. I let his smile take my breath away. I guess I'm not so different from Mama after all. The woman had spoken vile things about men yet abandoned me for him. She chose a man over me.I can't help thinking about how the apple truly doesn't fall far from the tree.
My ass glued to a seat at Franco's café, a half-empty styrofoam cup before me, I grow a constant need to peek at my phone's screen as acrylic nails drum steadily on the polished table. And it is safe to say that I look like a teenage girl anxiously awaiting a reply from her crush.Such a nervous wreck it feels like my heart has shifted from its position just to come and engage in an endless tango in my throat. Who knows waiting for an email from an organization, and hoping the said email would have attached to it, a job offer, can cause someone to reach such a stage of anxietyI never bargained for this unnecessary migraine. I am okay with the freelance writing thing I have going on on Upwork. Though the income is nothing compared to how much I love spending money, I am okay, because it isn't much of a brainer. All I do is be a ghostwriter for some author or help write school essays and get paid. And all these I do from the comfort of my home.But my mother doesn't trust that I can su
Today, I woke up on the bathroom floor stark naked.How I got there, what I went there to do, and why the hell I am naked remains a mystery.It seems rather realistic to assume that I slipped and fell when I went to take a bath. Quite unlikely because I don't usually go under the showers at such an ungodly hour even if I am working with time for that day. But no matter how much I try to see it as less of a big deal, the idea that my body system is malfunctioning won't stop plaguing my thoughts; so since morning, I have been a little bit disconnected from reality.I believe a normal human being sleeps and wakes up on a couch or bed. But I, Adelina Marrow, decided the best place to sleep is the cold floor of the bathroom. "You are gonna hurt yourself, Adelina!" an alarming shriek from Mom causes me to jump in fright.My eyes snap toward the direction of her voice only to catch her dashing to me at full speed, eyes wide and aghast. Alarmed, my gaze quickly follows her line of vision onl