Ardal I’m standing in front of James, watching his sneering face as he appears as if he wants to tear my head off. However, I try to keep my head high as I prepare to keep him busy by listing out the workout plan I’ve laid out. Already, I don’t react to his vicious stare as I begin to walk toward a machine, showing it off as I insist he tries it. His eyes watch my every move, and I swear I can practically feel Susan’s doing the same somewhere. James follows my request, walking closer as he heads for the machine. I almost feel my heart relax a little as I see him reach for a weight. But then my heart slams the front of my chest as his hand lunges out and firmly grasps my wrist instead. Holy Goddess - despite being out of shape he’s surprisingly fast. And strong. That discovery hits me hard as he still holds onto me, smiling menacingly as I turn to face him. “You’re a pretty little thing,” he breathes into my face, causing me to grimace. “I’d love to see what this body looks like

Kadeem Kadeem still threatened to smile as two of the babies sat in front of him as they snacked on the popsicles they’d been rewarded while waiting for the third to return from the bathroom. He watched them warmly, noticing how his staff also couldn’t stop fawning over them. Finally, a small voice could be heard as the third baby returned, accompanied by a member of the team. Kadeem glanced up to greet the boy, but his voice suddenly lodged in his throat as he blinked at the child’s face. It was the boy from the airport - the one who had stopped Kadeem right in his tracks. And just like that day, he couldn’t get over how similar they looked. It caused Kadeem to look back at the other children, noting the dark hair again - ravenous black like his own. And their eyes…all similar shades of green, yet only the boy’s exactly matched his. “Where are your parents?” Kadeem was compelled to ask, wanting to see what their mother and father looked like. “Mommy is working,” the baby with gl

Ardal I’m still baffled as I stand in the locker room, removing my clothes as I change into my fighting gear. I can’t believe that Kadeem actually made Susan stand down, handed over her responsibilities to me. I would have never expected him to go against her. It still doesn’t make sense to me, but I’m glad Kadeem finally managed to make a smart decision. If he chose to leave Susan in charge then they’d probably have lawsuits flooding in left and right. Not that I actually care about Kadeem’s well-being or the ridiculous amount of money he possesses - I’m only concerned about their guests. Finally dressed and making sure my ponytail is secure, I make sure to coat myself in more perfume in order to guarantee my true scent won’t be detected. I then hide the perfume away, leaving me to officially turn and go to the door. I still have a few minutes before Kadeem is expecting me, but I want to make sure I stretch and get my thoughts straight before we train. I still don’t know why he w

Ardal This time, I arrive before Kadeem does, already fully dressed in my swimsuit. Wanting to cool down after our workout and the heat that Kadeem painfully brought to my body as he cornered me, I immediately use the ladder to lower myself into the water. It feels heavenly as I begin to slide through the pool, smiling to myself before I dunk my head. Water slides from my face and breasts as I resurface, sighing as my skin cools. However, it threatens to warm again as I notice Kadeem now standing at the side of the pool - though he makes sure to keep a generous distance. He’s watching me, making my throat tight as I see that same piercing stare pointed in my direction. It reminds me of how he used to stare at me just before he’d carry me off to bed, tear my clothes off. But I’m sure that can’t be the reason he’s looking at me now. I keep my head above water as Kadeem finally begins to move toward the stairs - moving at a slow pace. I don’t mean to stare, but it’s hard to pry my e

Kadeem It had all started after Kadeem’s accident. Or so he had to believe as he couldn’t remember anything before he’d woken up in the hospital, panicked as he stared around at the white-washed room. When the doctor had eventually shown up, they’d all quickly discovered that Kadeem had lost his memories and only had pieces of his past to draw from. However, it was all unclear and confusing - as were the dreams that started to come to him since that day. The dreams were always distorted, vague as they visited him each night. Most of the time, he stood in darkness, hearing the cries of a woman and multiple babies, but he could never see their faces. And he could never find them even as he ran through the blackness. However, a tightness would grow in his chest as he ran, and stay with him when he woke up. There was a pain and longing that would stay with him for hours and he never knew why. That’s why he’d sought out a hypnotist, soon leading him to meet Mateo. Despite calling upon