Natasha jogged down the stairs, walked past Jenny who was sitting on the couch and headed towards the kitchen. Her throat felt parched and she needed to drink water. Just as she was about to step into the kitchen, Jenny called her. “Natasha.” Natasha stopped, a little bit confused. She turned around with a frown. “Did you just call me?” “Yes. Pass me the remote control,” Jenny simply said. “What?” “The remote control. Pass it to me.” “Jenny, it’s right in front of you,” Natasha said, staring at her in confusion. “Yes, I know that and I want you to pass it to me,” Jenny insisted much to Natasha’s disbelief. Natasha turned and walked back towards Jenny. She stood in front of her, her arms folded together. “Okay, Jenny, what are you playing

Natasha laid sprawled on her body, scrolling through her phone and playing music. She glanced at her reading table, aware that she was supposed to be reading right now but she couldn't do anything. She was not exactly in the mood to read anything. She thought back to Ashley walking into her room and demanding that she washed her clothes, she thought of Jenny asking her to pass the remote and blackmailing Malvika. Then, she thought of Malvika scheming with Jenny to break Nicholas and Diane apart. Natasha let out a loud scream and flung her phone on the bed. This was so fucked up. Her life was fucked up. This house was fucked up. Everything was just fucked up. She sat up, rubbing her forehead with the tips of her fingers. This house was so fucked up, she thought. How did her and her sisters even get into this kind of life and how did Malvika feel so comfortable doing whatever she was doing with Jenny right now. Natasha picked up her phone, scrolling through her contact list. She clicke

Jayden tightened his fist on the wheel, his jaws clenched together and his eyes squinted as he stared at the restaurant he was parked in front of. The veins in his neck throbbed as he thought of Nicholas' presence in Diane’s office. He remembered ho badly his hand shook and how he ached to throw, at least, one punch on his face. He still couldn’t get over the fact that Diane would be choosing Nicholas over him. He had always thought that Diane and Nicholas never liked each other and that if he played his cards right, Diane could be his. But they went on that fucking road trip and come back closer than ever, goddamn it! He slammed his fist on the on the car board and groaned out loud. Jayden pursed his lips thoughtfully as he stared at the restaurant. Inside that restaurant, Malvika and Jenny were waiting for him. All he had to do was climb out and walk into it; meet them and start plotting the end of Diane and Nicholas’ rel

Jayden slipped his hands into his pocket to control his excitement as he watched Diane walking towards him. His eyes drowned in the shape and curves of her body that were enhances by the skirt and blouse she watch. As she approached him, he leaned away from his car to her. “Hey,” he says softly, reaching out to hug her. Diane slowly puts her hands around him, letting him hug her for a while before backing away. Looking into her eyes, Jayden couldn’t help but observe that her eyes were dim and puffy. He immediately knew what was wrong but felt obliged to ask anyway. With his arms still around her body, he asked, “Hey, what’s wrong?” Diane shook her head, avoiding his gaze. “Nothing,” she croaked. “I’m….I’m…I’m….fine.” she said. Jayden raised his hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “A

Nicholas rolled off Diane, sweat trailing all over his naked body. As he slipped into the covers beside Diane, he felt heady. He slipped his hands under Diane’s back and drew her towards himself, letting out a deep sigh as she snuggled closer to him and placed her head on his chest. He slowly some strands of her hair with his fingers. After a moment of silence, he asked, “I thought you wanted me to leave.” Diane smacked his bare chest. “Shut up,” she mumbled. His chest growled with laughter as he tightened his hands around her waist. Diane closed her eyes, breathing softly. She was almost drifting to sleep but she managed to mumble, “Where is Ashley?” “Kind of kills the mood, you know, you asking about Ashley,” Nicholas teased. “Hmm.” “Go to sleep,” Nicholas sai