Z A R A Alejandro violently forces me down onto the floor, my hands splayed flat against the floor to catch myself from falling. "Be a good girl for me—be a good girl for Daddy."My mind is in utter chaos, all different emotions bursting forth, anger, sadness, betrayal, foolishness. I stare at my dark engagement ring, the dragon wrapped around the dark ruby red stone. It's so ethereal, the way the stone looks as if it glows red, as if it has a source of light powering it, it's so beautiful...I almost forgot what it signified, distracted by its glamour until Alejandro pushes my legs apart, lining himself up. The short-lived peace was broken by the reality of his dick against my spread-out folds.I'm not sure if I'm here, at the moment, I don't know if I'm screaming or begging him to stop as the weight of his hands on my back feels more apparent. Maybe I'm just helplessly drowning in my despair with only silent tears running down my face. Nothing matters because even my mind could no

Z A R A "You're lying, that's Hrithik Roshan," Yasmeen whispers to me while eyeing Frank suspiciously. "Hrithik Roshan is your bodyguard and you're just hiding it.""Why would such an A-list Bollywood actor be my bodyguard, out of all things?" I giggle. "But, honestly, I thought the same thing when I saw him. I couldn't believe he wasn't Hrithik.""Mister," she calls out to Frank. He turns his head to look at her. "Are you related to Hrithik Roshan by any chance?"His expression doesn't change. "No.""Do you know who he is?" She continues to ask."No," he answers flatly."He's lying. I just know he's related to him," she frowns, looking at me. She turns back to him, "Are you single?""Lady, why is your friend as crazy as you?" He finally breaks character.I burst into a fit of laughter. "Unfortunately, she's a tad bit crazier than me."He grunts out of annoyance and goes back to pacing around the front door."Oh, Alejandro told me to let you know to tone yourself down or you'll end u

Z A R A I'm silent, staring at the wall behind him because I can't say the same, I can't bring myself to say I missed him because truth be told, I don't think I missed him. Or maybe I can't bring myself to say it because I did miss him and that's absolutely repulsive.His unoccupied hand runs up and down my leg, grazing against the sheer fabric of my tights. Goosebumps rise on my skin, my heart beating faster with his touch. "These look sexy on you," he whispers roughly into my ear. "I want to rip them off and fuck you," his breathing is uneven as he grips my thigh."Is that your fetish?" I raise a brow. "Making people wear tights so you can rip them off?""And what if it is?" He chuckles."I mean, I wasn't expecting that. It's very... mundane for someone like you," I think out loud. "Oh? And why do you think that?" He raises a brow."I don't know... I thought you'd have weirder kinks or fetishes considering the type of person you are." I shrug my shoulders."Oh, my love, not to wo

Y A S M E E N The guitar strums out as I feel everyone's gaze on me, the feeling has adrenaline rushing through me. I feel my heartbeat in my throat as I take in a deep breath and let it out, "You know that I'm a crazy bitch // I do what I want when I feel like it // All I wanna do is lose control. Oh, oh."The crowd's expression goes from shock to an instant energy boost as they cheer and bounce around to the music."But you don't really give a shit // You go with it, go with it, go with it // 'Cause, you're fucking crazy rock-n-roll."My eyes trail to Marcus, who's just as shellshocked, if not more.Grinning, I look him right in the eyes as I sing the next bit, "You said, 'Hey, // What's your name?' // It took one look // And now we're not the same // Yeah, you said, 'Hey', // And since that day // You stole my heart // And you're the one to blame."My mind travels to how my mood instantly shifted from feeling insecure to safe once Marcus stepped in between Aayan and me. A bigger s

Z A R A Alejandro snakes his arms around my waist, "Mmm, it smells good. You're cooking?""Mhm," I answer."Special occasion?" He tucks his chin into the crook of my neck. I stop stirring the pasta and slightly turn my head. "It's Christmas, don't you celebrate?"I do," he says. "It's just that I haven't spent Christmas with someone in years." I raise a brow. "I can hear the lie seeping through your teeth."He raises a brow. "What makes you think I'm lying, my love?""Don't try to convince me that you didn't find someone to sleep around with every Christmas," I frown. He chuckles. "I mean, I haven't spent it with anyone important in years.""Oh?" I act amused. I cover the pot with a lid and lower the gas on the stove so I can turn around and look at him. "I'm important? Since when?""Since I met you," he answers nonchalantly.I roll my eyes. "You've also been a fabulous liar since I met you." He takes me by surprise by picking me up and sitting me down on the granite countertop so I'