"Jazz?", He frowned uncomprehendingly, and at that moment I knew that he had no idea who Jazz was.As the enormity of the accusation I had leveled at him sank in, his eyes glittered in fury, and I made to move back, but he had me in a vice-like hold. When he spoke, his voice radiated a barely checked fury as he said in a low, menacing growl that left me quaking in fear,'No one has ever accused me of needing a pimp to satisfy my urges, little vixen." I swallowed fearfully though I met his flintlike gaze bravely as he went on, "Watch what you say."And before I could react, he lowered his head. Pinning me to the balustrade, his hands holding me captive, he ground his mouth on mine again, angrily, determined to hurt me. I put out my hands and ended up clinging to him.When he finally raised his head, I stared at him, panting, my head spinning. I could feel his hardness pressing against my belly and the knowledge of what would happen after this if things weren't halted, made me push hi

The house he took me to was on a small street set amongst tall trees that stood stiffly to attention along the roadside. Paved pathways bordered the orderly area and a few people moved around, walking their dogs, jogging, or simply strolling along. The line of row houses was uncannily similar to each other as they faced a mirror image of themselves on the other side of the road. A small garden in front of each house, some well maintained, and others with barely any plants, appeared to be the norm. It seemed to be a residential area that was obviously upper middle class, quiet, and unremarkable. Double-door garages stood open in some houses, revealing the shiny vehicles owned by the people who lived there.Discreet and a place where no one was going to ask questions about their neighbours, as I was to discover later.When we drew up to one such little house, Lucien's bodyguards alighted first, and while one of them held the door open for us to alight from the large luxury sedan, the o

Being with Lucien was an intense experience. He would come to me at night, carrying the fragrance of drink and expensive cologne of maleness and musk. Sweeping me into his arms, sometimes kicking the front door shut in his impatience to take me, we would indulge in a frenzy of passionate coupling as though we had not seen each other for years. It would continue till the wee hours of the morning when he would leave, dropping a kiss on my exhausted face. Sore and tender, I would wake the next morning, deluding myself into believing that this was love. I would head to college unless he left a message asking me to stay home and wait for him.Yes, he ran my life for me but I never felt the need to protest; I loved him devotedly, and wholeheartedly.I never imagined for a minute, that it was not reciprocated.**It was almost a year of our being together and I wanted to do something special to celebrate. Lucien had been busy and apart from seeing him when he visited me, I barely knew what w

A few weeks later one afternoon, I was sitting in my bedroom. It was definitely a woman's room, with solid but pretty lined drapes in a shade of peach which suited the décor of the room. The enormous bed dominated the room. A small table cluttered with my books and laptop were my sole contributions to the room, particularly since I had discovered that it was a common house for Lucien's women.I often wondered why I kept waiting and hoping that I would be the one to change Lucien Delano; but they say love is blind, don't they?That belief, and my love for him, were the things that made me continue to stay although I felt humiliated and simply fed-up at times.*In my yoga pants and an old sweatshirt, I leaned against the pillows, trying to work on my assignments which were hugely behind schedule.It was only when I heard Lucien roaring from downstairs that I caught on that he had come.Even before I had time to scramble to my feet, the door flew open and he stood there, massive and glo

He did not turn up after that.I waited, for a week, then another week.But the memory of how he had treated me held me back. Lucien did not like me calling him up either; in fact, he had expressly forbidden me to do so. He had told me that if I needed to contact him, it was only through the man who was stationed at the house I lived in. That was the main reason for the presence of the bodyguard, he had said.I realized that I had been so very obedient and completely trusting, I did not even have a contact number to call him directly at. Loathe to ask the new man who had introduced himself as Perry White, about Lucien's whereabouts, I went about my routine of attending classes and coming home as usual.But when I was alone in the house, with Ana clattering about in the kitchen, preparing dinner before she left, I would sit on the bed, my books around me. Staring unseeingly out through the window, I began to see the situation for what it was, a fairy tale in my eyes - that was all it h