LONDON'S POVAs I drove to the office that chilly morning, my thoughts turned to the events of the previous night. In my rearview mirror, I noticed a car was following me. I recognized it as the same car that had been parked outside the mansion that morning. A sense of unease settled over me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.I turned the corner, hoping to lose the car in the maze of streets, but it stuck with me like glue. I began to feel a knot of fear in my stomach, my heart racing as I considered the possibility that the car was following me for a reason. My mind was spinning with all the different possibilities as I slowed down to see if the car was following me. When I saw it slow down as well, my fear escalated. My safety was my top priority, so I sped up and pulled into the nearest supermarket, even though I didn't have any need to go shopping. I just needed a place to park and a place to think.As I got out of the car and made my way inside, I kept m

SOPHIA'S POVThe words spoken by my mother echoed ceaselessly in my mind throughout the remaining hours of the day, their weight and significance refusing to release their grip on my thoughts. A tantalizing prospect, never before considered, suddenly offered itself up for contemplation, its potential consequences playing over and over in my mind's eye. I found myself eager to return home, to seek confirmation of this possibility, to ascertain whether or not it could indeed become a reality.With my return home that evening, I quickly made my way to my mother's chamber, inhaling deeply to fortify myself against the impending confrontation. Although I harboured no specific fear of my mother, her ability to unnerve me was undeniable. With trepidation, I rapped my knuckles on her door, my mind reeling from the multitude of thoughts that had plagued me since my departure that morning."Enter, my dear," my mother bade me from within, prompting me to hasten my steps towards the window where

MRS ROSA'S POVMy train of thought was abruptly derailed by the buzzing of my phone. I didn't recognize the number, but it felt strangely familiar. I was filled with questions—why was this person calling me? What could they possibly want? The buzzing refused to subside, like the persistence of an annoying fly.With a sharp inhale, I answered the phone. "What is it?" I demanded, steeling myself against whatever was coming.His deep, confident voice cut through my tense silence, "Can't I call to say hello anymore?" He teased with a laugh. "Let's meet up."His words sent a chill down my spine. Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.Inwardly, I scoffed at Alfred's attempt at small talk. "I knew it," I thought to myself. Alfred had always been cunning, and I knew he was up to something if he was calling out of the blue after all these years. But whatever it was, I was going to put him in his place."Alfred, I don't have time for this," I said, my tone dismissive.

GEORGE'S POV I emerged from the bathroom, towel around my waist, and my eyes were drawn to the figure of Paris. I stopped in my tracks, unable to tear my gaze away as my eyes traveled from her shapely thighs to her hardened nipples. Her pearl-sized breasts drew my attention, and I felt an almost overwhelming desire to caress them and have them pressed against me. The sight of me caused Paris to gasp, and she quickly grabbed her top from the bed, using it to cover part of her exposed breast. Her instinctive action snapped me back to reality, but I was unable to ignore the burning desire that coursed through my veins. I found myself drawn to her like a magnet to metal, my steps quick and purposeful as I approached her without hesitation or restraint.As I approached, Paris's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of fear and curiosity shining in their depths. Despite her initial attempt to cover herself, her body betrayed her desire, leaning into me as I came closer.I placed a hand on

LONDON'S POVBeing at home that particular day, George had asked me to take the day off. As I browsed through my phone, his call came in,"Hey, angel!" George's voice, smooth like velvet, caressed my ears and my heart. Hearing his endearment brought a rosy blush to my cheeks. He'd been showering me with love all day, making me feel like I was his queen. I couldn't help but feel giddy with joy."Hey!" I responded with a low soft tone, smiling as I did,"How're you doing?" He inquired, in a tone I wasn't familiar with, making me both uncomfortable and joyful at the same time, I had always known the cold, stern George, and hearing him sound all sweet and gentle made me feel embarrassed a little."This is the third time now," I responded with a light chuckle unable to contain my excitement,"I know... I just want to make sure you're fine." His words came again coated with deep emotions,"What could happen to me in our house, with all the security both in and outside?" I teased walking tow