All Chapters of His To Possess : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rico dragged Calla away from the crowd, and she tried to keep up with his long strides. He passed his bouncer and entered the VIP booth hallway. He pushed her into an empty booth and slammed the door shut.He turned to her and his eyes were blazing with fire. Calla swallowed hard, trying to keep her fear in.She didn’t need him to speak; his rage filled the space between them. She had left her house and came partying in a club. His club.She let a stranger touch her, and she hasn't forgotten what he did to the last guy who held her that way.He was killed.She shivered just remembering it."What the fuck are you wearing?" His voice came, low and rough. Calla raised a brow at him."You came here dressed like that. Were you hoping someone would put their fucking hands on you?""I didn't know you had a dress code for your whores," Calla said, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms.She was still pissed about that day and she wouldn't drop it. He thought of her as just his fuck to

The next morning, when Calla woke up, she felt the weight of an arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Rico's hand. Holding her close, like he didn’t want her to leave. Like he belonged there.She was confused, shouldn't he be gone by now? She didn’t know what to feel. He never touched her after sex, never stayed the night.Part of her wanted to sink into the warmth, just for a moment. The other part—stronger, louder—reminded her this wasn’t real.She slowly twisted her body, careful not to wake him up. She turned until she was staring at his beautiful face.She stared quietly at his face. His lashes were long and straight, resting gently beneath his eyes. His nose was sharp, and his lips… God, those lips—full and perfectly shaped—have done things to her mouth and breast.She couldn’t stop staring, she wanted to kiss him.Her fingers itched to touch his lips. She brought her hand up slowly, inching to his cheek, but it stopped midair when Rico’s eyes flung open.He stared at her hangin

Calla sat alone in the dining room, digesting what had just happened, when the elderly housekeeper walked in with grocery bags in her hands.The woman had a warm smile on her face. "Oh tesoro," she said. Calla quickly stood up to help her with the bags."You kind, thank you."She followed the elderly woman to the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter.Calla pressed her lips together in a smile and nodded. "Good morning," she said to the woman."Good-a morning, cara," replied the woman as she took out the bag's contents. "How was-a the night?" She turned to Calla and passed her a knowing smile, followed by a wink.It took Calla by surprise and she tried not to laugh. This old woman knows too much.Calla cleared her throat and leaned on the counter, trying to act casual. "Good," she said."Good, si?" the woman asked and Calla nodded.She emptied the bags and turned to Calla. "Eh, let-a me fix you a glass of hot-a chocolat," she said and patted Calla’s hand and went to make the choc

It was a Wednesday afternoon, and Calla was home alone while Eli was at school.She had decided to try out a new cookie recipe she’d found online, and so far, it was turning out pretty well.She wore blue denim shorts and a white tank top, her hair twisted up in a messy bun, and bare feet padded across the kitchen floor. Music floated from the speakers, and she hummed along, sometimes singing a few lyrics out loud as her hips and arms swayed to the beat. For once, she felt light—free and alive.Then her phone rang.Calla slipped off the oven mitt and hurried toward it. Her smile faded when she saw the caller ID. A frown tugged at her face as she wondered what could be wrong. Still, she answered and lifted the phone to her ear."Good morning, Principal Brown," she greeted Eli's school principal."Good morning, Miss Monroe," the woman in her late forties replied. "Do you have a minute?"Calla's frown deepened the more, her heart had already started racing. "Is anything the issue, Princi

"How dare a low–class girl talk to me in such a disrespectful manner?" The woman said, her voice low, enough to instill fear in anybody. But Calla wasn't just anybody, she was Lyra Monroe. She had been through hell and back since losing her parents. Life had forced her to grow up too fast, to become both mother and provider for her brother and herself. It had pushed her into selling her body just to survive. And she wasn’t about to let some rich woman—who had everything handed to her—look down on her.“Please!” the principal spoke just in time, right as Calla was about to snap back. “This isn’t helping anyone.” She raised her hands as if to calm the air in the room, her voice trying to sound firm but almost pleading at the same time.Calla let out a sharp sigh through her teeth, her fingers digging into her hair. She shut her eyes for two seconds, nodding in agreement. This back-and-forth argument won't solve the issue at hand now.She sat down on an empty seat at the corner, pulling