ACE'S POVThe cool breeze caressed my face as I strode out into the evening. I was bored out of my fucking mind. Dad knew I didn't wish to be there with them. I did not want to sit and dine with a bunch of snobby rich people - Grams was the only exception. I mean, I grew up wealthy, but my old man taught me to not let money dictate who I was and how I treated people. And that Sinister Hemington that dad always spoke about sounded like a filthy fucking asshole. He tried to marry off his daughter Bianca to my father a few years ago because he owed my grandparents money. I kicked at a pebble I saw on the grate while walking leisurely in the moonlit evening. I thought about Lonergirl and how I was counting the days until our meeting. Not only that, but I told her I purchased a brand-new car; it was a 2008 Mercedes-Benz. I had it remodelled just for her. She preferred the colour purple, so I had it repainted to match her liking. The name Lonergirl was embroidered on the seats, and the na

“Jesus Christ,” Pebbles gasped in shock. She raised her palms to her face and shielded her eyes from the nasty scene in front of her. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized.“OK, you're forgiven. Now get out —" Ace growled, then he grabbed a hold of the blond's head and rammed his member down her throat harder. “Ahhhh yes,” he moaned out. What a rude asshole, Pebbles thought to herself. They were in a public place, for heaven's sake. The blond was still on her knees doing her business. Although Pebbles' eyes were concealed, she still heard her slurps and gags.Pebbles exited the bathroom even though she really needed to pee. The men's accommodation would have to do. She would just be in and out, she told herself. Pushing the door open to the men's room, she poked her head in first and scanned the area. “Empty,” she let out a huge breath, then hurried to one of the stalls. When she was finished, she moved to the sink and washed her hands. The door to the bathroom opened, and her skin became p

PEBBLES' POVFebruary 13th, 2009Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The new year rolled in like a thief in the night. Chris went back to Rome. Apparently the little sketch we pulled off worked. The Dean of The American University of Rome bought Chris' story about our private photos getting leaked after his jealous psycho ex, Jenna, stole his phone as revenge for him dumping her.Sinister went away three weeks ago on business. He was set to return on February 15th. Jenna had been texting some guy she met a few months ago. I overheard her telling one of her friends over the phone how she slept with him on the first night they met in the restroom of a restaurant. How classy. I rolled my eyes sarcastically.Blair's animosity towards me grew into a deadly tumour. Ever since Sinister announced to the household that Harrison and I were to be wed soon, she had been making my life a living hell — well; I was already living in hell, but let's just say she had turned up the h

PEBBLES' POVHere I was in a strange city, thousands of miles away from Sinister, but was the distance enough to be free from him forever? Well, I would soon find out.Maxwell said that Bradley — I guess I should address him as Mr. Dickson, now that I'd be living in his house — would be waiting for me when I land. Lord, how I prayed he wouldn't turn out to be a devil in disguise. I didn't think I could survive that.I pulled my tattered old suitcase with my purple matey bag secured on my back. As soon as I stepped out of the airport, the cold air bit me like a hound from hell. I was not in Florida no more. Rubbing my hands together was a feeble attempt to keep warm. My eyes scanned the area, and that's when I saw him; Bradley Dickson, leaning against the side of his silver 2009 Lexus. He was looking sharp, per usual. He adjusted his neck to my direction. Even though he was around 40 now, he was still the most handsome man I'd ever seen, with his cobalt blue eyes that lit up when he n

PEBBLES' POVMy ears registered the click of the switch while my heart practised for a championship boxing match in my chest. The lights didn't come on too bright; I was still squinting my eyes to see the intruder. He had on a heavily decorated shirt. He moved his hand, and I panicked. “Don't move,” I waved around the knife like a psycho.“Ohhh, I'm scared,” he gasped mockingly. Was he making fun of me? “Pebbles, please put the knife down — unless you intend to use it to spread butter over my buns, then I'm down.”What? I looked at the blade in my hand. Of course, I grabbed the butter knife. How embarrassing. I dropped the knife in the sink. Maybe he was Bradley's son, but you never could be too sure. I grabbed the butter knife again. “Who are you, and how do you know my name?”“I followed you from Palm Beach.” Shit! Shit! Sinister must have found me. I'm dead, I'm so dead. “Easy with the crazy eyes, cowgirl. I was only kidding. I am Ace, Bradley's son. Now can I turn the lights up,