Erica     We were sitting in his office, on the couch and he was close, so close that our thighs were touching. So close that I could smell him and feel his heat. But still so far away because he wasn’t doing anything. Right now, his attention wasn’t even on me, he was watching his man pour two fingers of scotch in the square glasses and then place the bottle on the table in front of us before he nodded and left us alone.   Finally, he picked one glass and turned to me, holding it out for me. I took it from him and started to sip. He picked his own glass, and I watched his long fingers wrapping around that glass and wanting them on my skin, making my skin tingle. I gulped more of the smooth scotch.  

Antonio I was standing in the balcony where not an hour ago I’d had my first taste of a pussy that should be forbidden to me. Her taste still lingered on my tongue, sweet and tangy. I hadn’t ate a pussy in last sixteen years, not since I stopped taking pleasure in the sense of that very name, I used sex as necessary evil just to relieve the sexual energy that every man has. Now I stood with my sleeves rolled up and a cigar dangling from my fingers as my mind churned with thoughts. Thoughts that were still filled with her. I clenched my jaw wanting to banish them, they had no right to be there, all my focus should be on revenge. But since the first time I met Erica Cavanagh with her ordinary dark brown eyes, straight dark hair and lips that spewed insults and words that were filled with her sass and gave a hint of all the fucks she gave to the world around her: none, my mi

Erica I hugged my brother- in- law tightly and realized that I had missed him. His big hand patted my back a few times before he pulled back and straightened. He was a tall man with a bearing of someone that belonged to a royal family, considering he was an heir to a dukedom before he decided to rule the New Orleans it was given. But still, he stood out different from the way he carried himself, to the way he looked. Broad shoulders, sharp cheekbones and midnight hair. The softness in his blue eyes reserved only for a few people that were important to him gave me comfort after what happened in the class. I asked, “Where is Summer?”“You will meet her at the hotel. We are having dinner together.” I fell in step beside him as he started walking. He said, “I will wait for you to change and get ready.&rdq

Erica  I was brimming with restless energy when I met Dane at the small cafe near my college. The classes were cancelled because of the untimely but well-deserved death of Professor Martinez, and I had nothing else to do except to be gawked at by the students so I decided to call Dane and asked if he’d like to come and meet me. Surprisingly, he said yes. So now here I was sitting outside, under the umbrella and waiting for him. I spotted him on the opposite side of the street and waved at him as he crossed the road and walked toward me. I stood up and gave him a hug that he returned awkwardly. “How are you?” He asked. “You lied to me.”

Antonio  I was sipping on my glass of scotch as I read through my texts with the little devil who didn’t know that she was sharing her fantasies with me. And each time I went through those texts, a part of me stirred to life. Chasing her was for the vengeance that I had promised to Gabriel Wolfe a long time ago, but slowly it mixed with the need to make her my prey for pleasurable reasons too. I had given her a choice to come with me on her own, but she chose wrong. And now I’d have to resort to deceiving her and kidnapping her. I hadn’t lied when I had told her that I wanted her safe. After interacting with her, a little part of me wanted tospare her what laid ahead if I got on with my plans that included her. There were two reasons behind why I texted that picture to Gabriel