LOGIN"No one, okay!...No one has ever had me,not like you Calla" A pause; I endured badly as she stood on the other side of the door. "You have your whole life, you wanna throw that away and for what?... We'd be tired of all this one day and you'd realize it's not what you wanted and we'd hate each other." she replied, her voice cold and distant. "I'd never hate you!" "you don't know that now!... I'm not going to be between you and you family." Calla Grayson's life is turned upside down when her mother is diagnosed with lung cancer. Desperate for financial help, she's relieved when a French wine company calls her fashion brand for an interview for a lucrative contract. However, things become complicated when she meets James Renault, the company's heir, who is struggling with his own family demons. Their conflicting meet turns into a deal that helps her fashion brand secure the contract for a fashion and Wine show in Paris. As Calla and James navigate their feelings for each other, they must confront the dark secrets of their families' pasts. James's father is a ruthless and abusive man who will stop at nothing to maintain his power and wealth. Calla's Mum Passes leaving her helpless and alone. James also discovers his father secret of his murder of Calla's biological father, he is forced to choose between his loyalty to his family and his love for Calla. Ultimately, James and Calla find healing, forgiveness, and each other. They vow to spend their lives together and build a brighter future, free from the secrets and lies that haunted their families for so long.
View More"Fuck Bryce!" The red haired girl screamed out in estacy as another wave of pleasure surged through her causing her fifth orgasm to explode for that night.
They were on a snooker table at the balcony of his bedroom. He had placed a call to one of his whores and she came running like all of them.
Women, he always had them whenever he needed them. The entire city is flooded with different species waiting to be fed by his cock. They're all useless and the only thing they respond to is sex. The only thing they're built for is wild orgasms and he just happens to be the right guy to give it to them.
Bryce had her hands pinned up against her head as he continuously slammed into her pûssy. They liked it rough and who was he to complain?
She had her legs tangled up around his waist as she threw her head back in reckless abandon. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she felt her sixth wave of orgasm for that night.
"Brrryyyccce!" Her voice came out pleading this time. She wanted relief but she was almost certain that she wasn't going to get it anytime soon.
He pulled out roughly from her vagina and replaced his dick with his fingers as he thrusted deeper and faster, delving into her warm sultry flesh and slamming into her already dripping cunt.
She couldn't take it anymore but pulled up her hips to meet his thrusting fingers.
"Do you want to to stop Mi amor?" He groaned as he inched closer and whispered into her ears. His hot breath fanned her ears which sent millions of shock waves that vibrated and pulsed down to all parts of her body.
She's full, she's ripped but she'll be damned before she tells him to stop. She wanted all he could give and more. She wanted more than what he could give.
"Oooohhhhmmigod!!!" She screamed as her walls pulsated and tightened around his fingers.
He pulled out his fingers and placed it on her mouth to taste. She licked every inch of her juice on his fingers. Her voice humming at the back of her throat. An action that only seemed to excite him.
The woman quickly bent down and went for his dick. She stroked and swirled her tongue on the tip of his huge flesh.
She raised up her eyes to look at him, satisfied that her action was giving him the much needed effect.
Bryce threw his head backwards as she sucked on his dick. He lets out a hard breath as a low growl erupted from the back of his throat.
He fisted her hair into his hands as he fucked into her mouth. She opened her mouth to take all of him making sure to lick all the the juice that dripped down his dick into her mouth.
He forcefully pulled her up and tasted his essence on her tongue.
"You are one bad slut mi amor" he commended and she grinned in excitement before rising to her feet to assume her previous position.
That was the only way he gets them to do whatever he says. Compliment them and they fall head over heels and do whatever you request them to do. Why use force when you can use words?
That's his motto.
"Thank you daddy" she purred and he slapped her pûssy causing her to shiver.
This night was far from over and he's pretty sure that she knows it as well.
*.*.*
"You don't have to leave the convent sister, it's really not a safe place out there" Hera's sister, Christina spoke out as she handed the folded clothes to Hera who received it with gratitude.
Christina had no idea why her sister has insisted on leaving the convent in search of a job. She has heard wild and creepy stories from the other sisters about the illicit things people do out there. The list is endless so she had come to a conclusion that the convent is the safest place for her to be.
It was almost like Hera was walking away from paradise straight into the lion's den. She had tried to tell her otherwise but the girl is adamant and would not listen. Hera had always been stubborn so there's no surprise there.
Sometimes she wishes that her parents were alive. They wouldn't have let them indulge in something as preposterous as this but they were orphans who found grace with God through the sisters that were sent to come to their rescue and now twenty years later, Hera is going back there into the wild.
"I know that you're scared but I promise that I will be fine." Came Hera's reply "I want to find a better place for both of us. That has always been the plan and I'm grateful that the sisters are supporting me in this as well. Can't you trust me just once?" Her voice came out soft and smooth that Christina found herself nodding in affirmation.
Hera has a way of talking calmly even in the midst of problems that you most definitely would be swayed.
"I trust you but I'm going to miss you a lot. What if something bad happens to you? What if you don't come back for me?" Christina's voice came out trembling. She had always been the weakest one when it came to both of them.
Hera knew how much Christina loved her. They always had each other's back for the longest of time and she knows that leaving would crush her but she doesn't have a choice. She doesn't want to grow up in the convent for the rest of her life. She wants to have her own business and be very successful one day but that would never happen if she's locked up in here forever.
She had her life already mapped out. Firstly, she's going to secure a job and save up enough to get her own apartment in the city and after that, she'd train herself through college so that she would graduate and find a better job.
But none of this would happen if she doesn't leave. It's a huge risk that she's willing to take but what she didn't expect was the news crushing her little sister.
She opened her arms and a crying Christina walked into them, engulfing her in an embrace.
"I will come back for you my little bunny and that's a promise I intend to keep. They have already accepted me for the job and I'm certain that everything will be okay" She assured her with a smile.
Weeks ago, Hera was able to apply for the position of a housekeeper through an agency in the big city and she's supposed to resume today but she was able to plead with the agency to start tomorrow, hence her packing.
Christina nodded a reply.
There's no changing Hera's mind when she's made a decision so she has no other choice but to accept. Even the sisters has given their blessings so nothing's stopping her from going.
"Thank you, now please help me pack"
"Of course" Christina forced a smile before proceeding to pick up the clothes that was scattered on the bed and into the box.
EPILOGUE The road is still wet from the rain that fell last night. James was driving the car with Calla in the shot gun seat and their five years old daughter, Anna in the back seat. Anna was singing a song that had been stuck in her head for days. James glenced at his wife and she chuckled at the Anna's wrong lyrics and off key tune."When are we gonna get there?" Calla asked."We'd be there soon." James assures her.They had spend most of the hours on the plane to Boston. It was the first time in five years since they decided to come back to this city. The bittersweet taste and nostalgic breeze of home brush their faces as the cold air came through the driver's window side of the car.James whined up the glass immediately,so Anna doesn't catch a cold. They were back to the place they had fallen for each other,the place the universe brought them together,the place where most of their stories unfolded. They were here to visit Calla's mother's grave. Today makes it ten years ago since
Calla's POV I waited by the door, peeping through the hallway. No one was insight. I closed the door back and walked up to the mirror. Ginny had just stepped out to speak with the videographer. My wedding was starting soon and everyone was back bent trying to get everything in place. I was alone in my room as I let the makeup on my face settle. I looked at my wedding gown hung on the dresser door just by the mirror and I was thrown back to being twelve again,day dreaming of this day. My dress was a new collection of Halt Fashion line that Julie and I created. It was a masterpiece and it swelled every emotion in me,just looking at it.I looked into the mirror and cracked a smile. It was happening,I was getting married to James today. It seems just like yesterday I had walked into Ranault Wine office in Boston, excited for an interview that ended up changing the trajectory of Halt Fashion and my life. It's kinda funny how the young boy I thought was arrogant is now the only person i
James' POVI thought about this day for a very long time. I never thought I'd get married,which makes everything very paradoxical. When I was little and I'd see my parents go feral; my dad on my mum and my mum on herself-- in complete self-destruction. I knew I never wanted that for myself. So,I blocked every possibility. I'd self sabotage and wait for an end in very romantic relationship like I expected it to. Then,all my life changed when I met Calla. It still feels just like a dream. How did I get so drawn to her that I couldn't ignore my feelings?I remember our first fight in Paris and how I almost lost my mind or when we moved to different cities. With Calla,I couldn't lock that part of myself. I couldn't hide,everything she looked at me I felt naked. She saw every flaw I had,every scar,every trauma and she helped heal them. She loved me beyond the baggages of my family. And I loved her in ways I didn't think was possible.Today,we we're getting married. I stood in front of
Calla's POV James have been acting weird since we left the house. He was more quiet and he looked lost in thought most of the time. It was probably because I bought up the bar from Boston. I should have been more sensitive. James and his family have been outcasts in Boston since the news of Mr Ranault murder surfaced on the news,since the trial and even after his death. James,his sister and his mother have been away from Boston ever since. I forgot how much life he had there before everything tore them apart.We were in the car driving to the movie place he spoke about. He was sweating and heating up a few minutes ago. Now,he just looked flustered. He didn't even turn to look at me until we got there.The place was some an open field in a golf course. There were blankets on the ground and cars parked around. We parked our car and walked closer to the place where people were. There was a big screen, and the only light around was the one coming from the projector to reflect on the sc
Calla's POV The day of my mother's one year remembrance came like a whirlwind. I saw it coming but still it took me unaware how much I'd be taken back to how hard it was when it first happened. I couldn't believe it's already a year. Everything about this place was exactly the same. The paintings
James' POV (THE FOLLOWING YEAR)It was Mid April when I matched into the jewelry store and bought a ring. I stood in front of the glass the counter starting at different beautiful diamond rings. I was going to marry her and non was comparable enough.Then my eyes caught a marquise diamond ring. It
James' POV (FOUR MONTHS LATER)The 29th of June became a significant date ingrained in my head since last year. It was the day Calla's mum,Mrs Hannah Grayson passed away. I remember rushing back to Boston because I felt something shift in the universe after she took her last breath. I remember see
Calla's POV Three years ago, I was still with my ex boyfriend, Micheal. He broke up with me on Valentine's Day. I remember it so clearly.I was excited for our third Valentine together. Micheal showed up that day, his eyes were dark and his breath smelled of cigarette. I knew it when I kissed him
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