Todos los capítulos de All Shades of Passion: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Monalisa POV. The Next Day. I woke up with a throbbing headache, my head feeling mushy like marshmallows. After Greg brought me in from the party, I'd drifted off to sleep, falling into a heavy slumber like a log of wood, sinking to the bottom of the sea. Last night, whatever Lil Cash made me smoke had altered my system, making me act out of character. Thank God, Greg saved me from making a huge mistake. Because as the memories came to me this morning, I was so embarrassed at my behavior. I was going to let not one, but two guys sleep with me, taking turns. Whoa. That was crazy. The mere thought of it made me cringe. It would have been a major fuck-up on my part. What would my parents think of me if they knew I was living this recklessly? Not that they expected me to be righteous, but at least, there was a certain moral code they would expect me to live by, having come from a responsible home. Well, I couldn't say my Dad had the moral standing to judge me after sleeping w

Monalisa POV.As I stared wide-eyed at the credit alert on my phone, mixed feelings swirled through my mind.A lot was going through my head and I tried to process how I felt.I was touched that he'd taken the initiative to send me money without my asking. It was such a thoughtful gesture and it warmed my heart.I felt seen, loved, and cherished. It was comforting to know he was motivated to care for me, standing in the gap, and doing what my father would've done for me.I couldn't deny that I needed the money, but I didn't want to appear as though that's all I wanted from him.I was still relishing the thought when Natasha's words slithered into my memory. She said Greg had given her $10,000 for fucking him at the previous party.The thought made me pause and start to question what the money was for.Ordinarily, this should be a romantic gesture. A man wanting to still provide even though you said you could manage on your own.However now, I couldn't say he was thinking of me. It jus

Monalisa POV. I got to the house. The ride here, had been shorter than usual, thanks to my constant urging of the driver to go faster. As I stepped out of the taxi, the warm sun on my skin was a stark contrast to the worry that had been gnawing at me since I found out Greg was sick. Why didn't he tell me he was sick? I just assumed he was avoiding me and keeping away when he didn't opt to see me this weekend. I clutched my handbag tight, and my heart was in my mouth when I rang the doorbell several times. I'd been standing out here for five minutes and nobody was answering the door. Where the hell was his maid? Gosh, she needed to open this door now or I might break it down. I was so worried for him. So worried about him. I tried the door handle for the hundredth time and was about to press the doorbell again when I heard the electronic lock give way and the door jerked open with a girl standing in the doorway. It wasn't the maid. It was a girl, who looked closer to my a

Monalisa POV. I roused from my sleep, stretching my limbs. 5 days had gone by with me taking care of Greg. It wasn't easy because he'd been a big baby, refusing to take his drugs and talking smack to the doctor during his home visits. I'd been unable to convince him to go to the hospital, so I decided to bring the hospital to him. With Sheila's help, I was able to get their family doctor to come see him. Though the doctor had put up a fight, declining to attend to him. Calling him an unwilling patient. From the looks of it, Greg had put him through hell in the past, refusing to adhere to his prescriptions and giving him a hard time. But I persevered, mediating between them and cajoling Greg to do as the doctor says. For someone, who had given me ten rules which included a bi-weekly visit to a doctor, he sure as hell wasn't being a good role model. Injections were a no-no, and he wouldn't even let them stick him with an IV. So I tried all I could, using all the tricks in my b

Monalisa POV. One minute, we were having a serious discussion, and the next minute, he was asking for sex. But as I knelt here before him, totally naked... I knew one of the reasons he'd tried to recover quickly was so he could make love to me. And to be totally honest, I wanted him too. All those nights, he lay in bed with me, sick. Hugging me close as he slept. I'd noticed how hard he'll get down there, his erection poking me from behind. But because of his health, I couldn't let him, even though I myself was wet with lust. Now that he was better, I could let him have his way and make love to me. So slowly, my lips descended to his and I was about to kiss him when suddenly, I remembered something I'd been dying to know. I pulled back. "What's wrong?" He asked, seeing my hesitation. "The money you sent me," I began, "What was it for?" "It's for your personal use," he said lightly, brushing it off. "Why?" I emphasized. "Why not?" He asked, confused. Then blowing out a bre