Shemika“If you keep staring at me that way, I'll leave.” Dom grumbled.I blinked sharply, squeezing my eyes away from him, “Umm…but does Bishop always act like this with women?” I asked with a soft laugh“I don't know, Shemika. All I can say is that you're the first performer Bishop will ever send me over to come drop a package for.” Dom mumbled, gesturing towards the white plastic bag on the table.Before I could say another word, Dom had already stood up, “I must leave now, I have a lot to do.” He smirked, glancing at his wristwatch in an urgent but precise manner.“Take care of yourself.” Dom mumbled as he hurried towards the door, his hand softly draped in-between his legs, clutching onto his groin as if his dick was too heavy for him to carry.My lips parted as though I wanted to say something, but no words could come out of my mouth.Dom walked to the door and slowly turned around, “You didn't hear any of this from me, yeah?” He hinted with a raised brow.I nodded my head sharp
ShemikaI was blinking at the ceiling when the sound of my door opening from the outside caught my attention.I became scared. Who could be opening my door from the outside and who the hell has my key?Just when I thought I was too tired to sit up, the moment the door clicked open, I instantly jolted up, now leaning against the headboard, eyes wide open to see who it was.My breath caught in my throat as I feared for who might step into the room. The door finally creaked open, and the dim morning light from the hallway suddenly spilled into my room.Scared, Dom stepped inside, and I exhaled sharply, “Fuck! You should learn to announce your arrival. I thought it was a thief!” I snapped, leaning back into the bed, ignoring Dom's presence.“Thief?! In this penthouse?!” He scoffed darkly.“Whatever! Why the fuck are you here this early? Did Bishop ask you to come fetch me already?” I asked bitterly, pulling the blanket over my body to continue my morning sleep.Dom smirked and walked str
ShemikaAfter crying to my satisfaction, I sluggishly dragged myself up with the support of the shelf I clutched onto.My movement was slow, I was in pain but I needed to pull myself together, nobody was gonna help me do that. I've got to do it myself.I walked to the bathroom to wash myself, but the moment I splashed water on my bruised face, it hurt me badly because of the scratches I obtained when Mary was dragging me on the floor.My face was swollen with red fingerprint, I wasn't looking like myself anymore.This is really unfair!I let my finger graze my scratch and I flinched immediately, wincing in pain.“Ouch!” I squirmed, squeezing my eyes closed as I splashed more water on my swollen face.My fingers trembled slightly as I turned off the tap, lifting my head up from the sink to glance at my reflection, then I smiled bitterly, and a few tears suddenly dropped from my eyes.Mirrors don't lie, it reflected the rawness of the brutality I endured in Mary's hand. The red marks ac
BishopI glanced at Dom sharply, and eyed him, then I hissed and looked away.I suddenly stormed forward, fumbled for my keys on the table and I bolted out of the office.“Stay here and keep an eye on the club. Make sure everything is going fine and nothing else happens.” I instructed Dom before bolting into the hallway.Dom nodded quickly, “Yes, Boss!” He chimed dutifully.I bolted out and disappeared into the hallway almost immediately. I charged into the elevator and stormed out of it the moment it got to the ground floor.I need to go after Mary, I have to put her under control, if not she might end up doing what she'll regret.For a second, I began to think of the reason why I'm so much concerned about Mary hurting Shemika.Do I always care for all my performers this way, or is it something different I'm beginning to have on Shemika?I tried to convince myself that it was nothing, but deep down I felt there's more to my care.My mind was already racing ahead of me and I can't jus
Bishop“No, it's you that's making a mistake trying to stop me right now. I bet you think you can kiss and fuck your way through me. Well, that's not working now, Bishop.” Mary blurted.“I'm not gonna let you go there.” I mumbled.“Tell me her room number, Bishop. I'm not asking again.” She threatened.I scoffed, “No way.”“I can see clearly now. You definitely have something to do with that whore.” She bawled, her voice was low and deadly calm.I didn't say a word afterwards, I simply remained quiet as she displayed her madness.I can't let her near the penthouse, I bet Mary is capable of throwing Shemika off the balcony. She doesn't even mind picking a knife and stabbing her out of anger. And Mary's parents will just use their influence to cover up the case. To avoid all of that, I simply won't tell her Shemika's room number. I barely even know her room number so it's even better that way.“So you're protecting a whore, huh? How noble!” She sneered.“If you say so.” I responded pla
BishopI struggled to hold back the frustration that's gradually building inside of me. I tried to control my anger, but Mary wouldn't just stop pushing me.“Mary, try to calm down,” “Don't touch me!” She snapped, “You think I'm stupid, huh?”“No, Mary, you were never stupid. You just have to calm down so as not to look stupid now.” I blurted plainly. “The lady you saw me with has no business with me, and I wasn't kissing her, I was just talking to her.” I explained, still calm and collected.“I'm not blind, Bishop honey!” She cried, throwing her arms up like a protest.“She's just an ordinary performer, and nothing more, I swear.” I paused and sighed heavily, “Why the hell won't you believe me, Mary?!” I suddenly lost control and yelled at her.She threw a quick glance at me, then she smirked darkly, “I see, the more I talked about her, the angrier you got.” She blurted coldly.“Yes, and that's because I've nothing to do with her.” I snapped again.With blazing eyes, she leaped forw