All Chapters of All Shades of Passion: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Monalisa POV."Come, let me show you to the boys," Lil Cash held my hand, leading me away, towards the table where the other guys were gathered.I glanced back at Greg, who nodded, encouraging me to follow him.So his friend took me to the rest of the clique, with my hand resting on his forearm. "Hey guys, meet Monalisa. She's Greg's plus one."The guys looked at me, taking in my face card, body curves, and outfit.I knew they were sizing me up, probably checking me out to see if I met their standards.My eyes wandered around, and I saw that the other girls who were hanging around, were really beautiful.Some had big hips and butts from BBLs, others had heavy breasts from some boob job that fit well in their tiny bathing suit.I noticed a few surgical procedures on their faces like lip fillers, Botox, a facelift, nose job, and tattoos, a lot of tattoos.Seemed like everyone here was fashion-trendy, except for me."Sup, beautiful. I'm Myles," One Latina-looking guy extended his hand to

Monalisa POV. As I entered the passageway, I saw Simon waiting for me. He led me back to the second floor and showed me Greg's room. I got in and started to change into the costume clothes Fiona had picked out for me. While I removed my dress, my mind kept going back to those ladies in the restroom. How could they say mean things about someone they knew nothing about? She thought I was boring because I didn't enhance my body with plastic surgery and tattoos. And she called me a bimbo, like I was an airhead. That was so demeaning. She had no idea how hard I worked to be able to attend Law School. The daily struggles of surviving and how difficult it was for me to stand by my decision. Yet, she was backbiting me without cause. Brushing away the negative energy, I decided to focus on the party. Since it was a yacht party, Fiona had gone with an ocean blue color theme. She'd picked out a turquoise-blue, insanely sexy, crochet top and mini-skirt, that would show m

Monalisa POV. What a game! When Lil Cash had mentioned the game, I was imagining something light and funny. But this was so intense. Still trying to process the freak show I'd just witnessed, my eyes wandered over to Kayla, to see if she was okay with this. To my amusement, she was smiling at RayRay and telling her, Good job. Wow, so she was okay with another lady sucking her man's balls and sticking her tongue in his ass? Made me wonder if their relationship was serious or not. "Yeah, I like how this is going," Lil Cash nodded with approval, "Kevin and Monique, you're next." They both came out and he flipped the coin. This time around, Monique won. "Yay," The ladies cheered happily, supporting her. "For my task," she began giving Kevin a smug look. "I want you to take a picture of us and post it on your social media page with a caption, saying: Just Married." "What?" Kevin asked, frowning. "Yeah, you take a picture of us now and post it," she repeated. Kevin, whose eyes

Monalisa POV. What have I done? The words echoed in my head as I saw Natasha step closer to Greg, wrapping her hands around his neck. "You heard her, Greg. She said you could do whatever you want," she cooed, staring into his eyes. He stood straight, not returning her hug. "So, what will it be Greg. Are you going to make love to me?" She asked. I held my breath, waiting for his answer, my chest rising and falling with dread. "No, Natasha. I won't fuck you," he responded. Thank you, Lord, I exhaled, my breath leaving my lungs in a rush. But I celebrated too early because he hadn't finished speaking. "I'll go with the first task, instead," he added. My body stiffened all over again. "Perfect," she smiled back at him, her face so close to his. Two stewards came around to drag forward a long sofa, and I saw Natasha climb into it with a cat-like grace, and balance herself on top. Placing both legs on the sofa, she brought her knees forward, facing us. Showing us the intricate

Monalisa POV. Tears blurred my vision and I stood watching, hearing Greg groan with pleasure as Natasha ministered to him. Unable to watch anymore, I turned around and started to walk away. Every step I took felt heavy, as my body laboured to move. I managed to come out of the cabin corridor and move to the railings, a few meters away. Trembling, I clutch the metal frame to support weak legs. My chest felt tight and heavy, and I couldn't breathe properly. So I ripped off the mask from my face, feeling the ocean breeze sweep across my heated face. Ahead the party was ongoing, and most of the lights had been turned off, blanketing the place with darkness, leaving only a blue glow. More people from nowhere had joined the party, and the place looked crowded. Music blasted from the speakers and people were now dancing. Everyone was having a good time, except me. And they paid me no attention, which was fine, because I didn't want them to see me crying. I felt so devastated, my bo