All Chapters of All Shades of Passion: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Monalisa POV. I took in a deep breath and jerked the front door open. Seeing Ethan standing here, with a painful look on his face made me want to puke. "Mona, what's been going on?" He asked immediately, "I've been trying to reach you for days now." "Why have you been trying to reach me?" I demanded, folding my arms across my chest. "You disappeared on me in the club. I looked everywhere for you, but didn't find you. Before the bartender informed me you left with another guy," he said, his voice slightly rising with anger. He was playing the victim when he was the one who drugged me. How dare him? "What was in that dirty martini, Ethan?" I asked, leveling him with an accusing glare. He feigned ignorance, "What else would be in a martini if not alcohol?" He chuckled, laughing lightly. When he saw I wasn't buying his fake humor, his eyes darted and he dropped his voice to a low whisper. "Can we talk outside? Let's take a stroll and talk better," he quickly offered.

Monalisa POV. "I had an extra egg lined up on the rack, who took it?" "How would I know?" I jerked awake from the noise coming through my open door and floating into my room. Last night, after crying miserably on the kitchen counter. I'd dragged myself to my room and cried myself to sleep on my bed. "Why wouldn't you know? Gina?" Betty's voice rang out from the living room. "You always accuse me of eating your food," Gina, my Albanian roommate, replied to the Amish one. "Because you always do," Betty accused. "But I didn't take it this time," Gina defended. I rubbed my temple and sat up in bed, what were they arguing about this early? "I was saving that egg for my breakfast this morning and you ate it," Betty said curtly. "I didn't eat your egg," Gina replied, annoyed. That's when it clicked. They were talking about an egg. The very one that I'd added to my noodles last night because I had only one left. I clapsed my hand over my mouth. Oops. I was the

Monalisa POV.The question hung heavy in the air, between us, and his eyes bored into mine;Searching....Waiting....He was giving me another opportunity to back out, to give up and run away.I should stop here.If I had any self-preservation, I should tell him I wouldn't bend over and do as he pleases.But as I stared back at him, I knew there was only one answer to his question."Yes, Greg. I want to be with you," I heard myself say. Even as I said the words, it felt like I was dooming myself to an unknown future.Like a sheep to the slaughter, I was taking a risk that could make or break me.I knew this, felt it in my soul like a sixth sense- and yet, I was too helpless to walk away. I was already hooked on him."Good," he said, "Then you'll have to do as I say for the next two months. You can't back out later until the time is up," he told me.I nodded, hearing the silent warning behind his words.He was telling me that once I was in, I was all in till the final day.We sat like

Monalisa POV. I stood in front of a huge spa, frowning. What was I doing here instead of a movie theater? Greg had specifically said we would see a movie, so why did he send me an address to a Spa? Two hours ago, my shift ended at 5 as I rightly presumed. So, I took an hour to walk home, shower, and prepare for my date. I was still dressing up when his text buzzed on my phone, giving me the address of where to come. To my amusement, instead of a movie theater, I'd seen an address to a spa. Blue Rock Resort and Spa. I hadn't thought much of it, just wore my nicest stuff, like my denim jeans short-skirt, and a beige peplum top with matching sneakers, after which I'd ridden the bus uptown to the address. He hadn't said anything about the stylist, so I assumed we were not going somewhere public, which made it all the more thrilling for me since it was just going to be the two of us. Now glancing down at my wrist watch, it was exactly 7 p.m. on the dot. I was right on time. Howe

Monalisa POV."What are you doing?" I asked, my body going stiff.All the relaxation I was feeling totally disappeared and was replaced by tension.Unperturbed by my anxiety, my masseur began to rub my clitoris, saying deeply, "Relax, ma'am. It's all part of the experience."Really?Was that why that lady had been sucking on my man's dick like it was a candy cane?Hmmm.I was just about to protest and say that I didn't need it, but then I felt his breath on the cheeks of my ass, as he reached down to kiss and nibble it with his teeth.Another wave of electricity skidded up my spine and I shivered, my shoulders shaking.Damn. That felt so good.He wasn't only good with his hands, he was also good with his mouth.Wait.Was Greg seeing this?Curious, I twisted my head around, slightly lifting myself from the table, and I found Greg's eyes on us, watching with rapt attention, as though he were watching a movie.God, was he okay with another man touching me like this?My masseur used the o