MARSHA'S POV:-   I was waiting for him patiently. He was inside the closet, probably looking for something that would answer my questions. He came back out with a file in his hands. He sat beside me and grabbed my hand. "Do you trust me, Mira?" He asked me the same question again. I rolled my eyes at his question. I nodded my head.  "How much do you trust me?" He asked me and I really felt an urge to punch him on his face and tell him that I trust him that he would not punch me back. I sighed as I knew I could not do that. Although he had saved my life. I could not just punch the guy who had saved my life.  "I trust you enough to sit beside you in this locked room." I replied and he nodded his head.  "Fair enough. Here are all the answers to all of the questions you have in your mi

   MIRA'S POV:-   "Who would not forgive you, dad? Are you guys hiding something from me?" I asked as I stepped into the living room. I frowned as I saw Mrs MacCarthy crying. But seeing the most adorable scene in my life, I could not help but giggle. Freddie was hugging them both. He stood up and came to me.i gulped hard as I saw a mischievous smirk on his face.  He offered me his hand and I shyly grabbed his hand. Just then he turned around and pulled me on his back. He locked my hands around his neck with one hand and with the other, he cupped my bottom to keep me in place. I was screaming as Freddy was running everywhere with me on his back. Mrs MacCarthy was screaming at him to put me down and so my dad. I looked back at them and then in front of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked them. He let go of my hands as I had wrapped my arms around his ne

    MIRA'S POV:-   I gasped loudly and opened my eyes. I was breathing heavily. I looked up at Fredrick. He was looking at me with a worried look on his face. He was lightly rubbing my back as if he knew that I needed him. "You okay, honey bunch?" He whispered softly as he cupped my cheek with one of his hands. I gave him a wide smile and nodded my head. He sighed in relief and pulled me back to his chest.  "You scared the hell out of me, Honey Bunch." He said as he cupped my face with both of his hands. I giggled as he started peppering kisses all over my face, again. He stood up with me still in his arms. We both were breathing heavily. My heart was drumming inside my rib cage while I could hear his heart drumming inside his chest. He carried me back to his bedroom.  He took me to bed and gently laid me down on the b

   THIRD PERSON'S POV:-  Fredrick bit her clitoris again. This time harder than the last time. Mira intertwined her fingers with his hair and tugged his hard. She pushed his head more towards her pussy. As if she could not have enough. She wanted it to be even more rough. "Finger me, please. Finger me hard. Push your two fingers in without any lubricant." She moaned loudly at him. He chuckled softly as she was getting impatient. He did as she asked him. He pushed two of his fingers inside her core. His dry and rough fingers created a fraction inside her pussy. The roughness was exactly what she wanted.  "Slapped my pussy. Slap it until it is red. Don't show any mercy." She begged him to punish her. He raised a brow at her and hopped off of the bed. She was moaning impatiently. But it felt like she already knew what he was up to. He went into the closet and came back with bed tr

   MIRA'S POV:-   "I did not know how much I have hurt you. I don't know what you have been through. But I will try my best to take your pain away. Just please, don't cry. I feel a thousand needles piercing through my heart when I see tears in your eyes." I whispered in a low tone while trying hard not to cry. As if my heart was remembering everything. I remembered the pain I had always felt whenever I had seen him cry in front of me. My arms were wrapped tightly around his head. He was crying his heart out and I was trying my best to calm him down. It was near to impossible. But I could do anything to see him smiling again.  "You always say that. But in the end, you always end up forgetting me. Being away from me. Far away that I could not even see your shadow. I can not even smell the original scent of yours that is better than the scent of the thousands of roses