Chapter 21: SchemesVictor’s P.O.V:I pulled up my zipper and righted my T-shirt before I came out of the alley, but I didn’t go too far from it. I crossed the road on a red light and stood on the opposite side of the road, hiding just behind a wall that divided two shops which were now closed. And I watched.It took ten minutes but Kendra got out of the alley in one piece and then she hailed an oncoming cab and got into it, the cab moving out of sight a few moments later. I felt myself calm down a bit, knowing that she was safe.What I just did might seem like a dickish move, but everything’s not always as it seems. Two years ago, when my older sister had graduated from college, she’d brought her two friends Kendra and Tatiana. Kendra was three years older than me, but the attraction had been instant. They’d stayed over for two weeks and in that time, Kendra and I had gotten very close, to t

Chapter 23: New Love?Kendra’s P.O.V:“You know you’re acting totally weird, right?” Grace asked me as we parked in front of Grace’s old apartment.“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”I told her a little too quickly as I unbuckled the seat belt. “Besides, this apartment belongs to your brother now, it’ll be weird if I just waltz in and start taking stuff out of the closet. He’ll probably think I’m stealing.”“Why on Earth would he think that?” Grace said as we both got out of Grace’s new car, a present courtesy of Mr. Daniel Italiano. “You’re my best friend and Tory knows that we often had sleepovers in each other’s place.”“So you gossip about us with your brother?” I wondered what else had Grace told him about us...about me. Most probably, by now he thinks I’m a slut.

Chapter 25: Part of the PlanVictor’s P.O.V:I pulled the covers over Kendra’s sleeping form and sank into the bed next to her.Kendra looked peaceful when she slept, no signs of the demons that haunt her every waking second of the day. But I know she’s still aware of them, even now. Something keeps holding her back from truly committing to something and I plan to find that out exactly what that is. It’s very difficult to get Kendra to do something she doesn’t want to do and I’d pinned my hopes on the fact that she had felt at least a fraction of what I felt for her, because while we’d been together, it had been the best days of my life and I refuse to believe that I was the only one who’d felt something for Kenna. And the trick had worked. It proved that she still felt something for me.But I also know that no relationship can last based only on sex. It might have been enou

Chapter 27: OverhearingKendra’s P.O.V:When I woke up the next morning, Victor wasn’t in bed with me, but there was a note stuck to the pillows that said he’d gone to his office to report his arrival and to take up any necessary assignments if there were any. But he’d also left a post script saying that he wanted to have dinner with me.For once in a long while, I didn’t want to bolt out the door as soon as the coast was clear. I felt relaxed and satisfied and sore in all the right places, but I guess that’s the side-effect of getting my act together. I haven’t been with a partner in over six months and even I have to agree that going seven rounds all in one night was a bit too much.Stretching my arms above my head, I rose from the bed butt naked and went straight for the shower. Since I’d taken home all the spare clothing I had in this apartment, I have to make a quick tr

Chapter 29: A Helping HandKendra’s P.O.V:I felt the start of a massive headache even before my mind was fully conscious. Slowly, I willed my heavy eyelids to open, but it took an hour, or at least it felt like a good hour, before I could open them.The room wasn’t flooded with light like my room usually is in the morning; in fact, it was all in a dark shade of green. That’s when I realized that I wasn’t in my room. I instantly wanted to get the hell away from this place and never look back as I run for dear life. I didn’t want to know who I was with last night and if we even ended up doing anything.But as soon as I sat up, my vision went blank and when I opened them again after a short period, I was staring up at the ceiling. I groaned. Why did I have to be dead drunk before I decided to go home with someone? Am I even with somebody or did the cops just ditch me at a whorehouse? Nah! I was