All Chapters of BEHIND THE MASK (DARK ROMANCE): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I was driving to my own beat, thinking about everything but mostly excited about the new job ahead of me.I was super pumped and I couldn't wait to hit it off. And my thoughts were interrupted by an incoming call.Not in my phone book.I had to pull over to pick up the call.Might be important."Hello", I said.Wow, not expecting him to call real quick."Hi, miss", he cleared his throat.He said he'd been thinking about our conversation and realized I was right, and would love to discuss it further.A smile crept on my face at the sound of that."I'm headed home now, but I can swing by somewhere if you'd rather meet up now?"He told me to meet him at the same spot. I told him I was just a few minutes from the hotel nearby, and a private conversation would be better there, plus I didn't want to turn around and drive all the way back.We agreed, and I sent him the details of the hotel where I was checked in.While waiting for him to show up, I decided to order a drink. Minutes later, t

As the world outside began to awaken, I lay still, replaying the events from the previous night.It was a bright and beautiful Saturday morning and there was not much to do for me.It was like every other day when my plans were entirely up to me.It was just 48 hours before my interview and honestly, I couldn't wait.I decided to pamper myself so I booked a spa appointment. My interview outfit and appearance would be fire, I thought.I stepped out of bed and scanned through my closet. "No, no, no, I should pull up in a designer.I took out my phone with the intention of calling the manager of the boutique I shopped from to send me the latest designs, but on second thought, I decided to see the designs myself after my spa appointment."I feel good", I said.I was busting a move in my room when James walked in, his face a picture of irritation, before he grabbed nothing and walked out of the room.I was going to ask why he didn't knock but I hissed and dropped it.And why was he in my r

His hand on my waist was steady, reverent, as though even desire had learned to surrender before the preacher.In the room, the books, the clock, the walls lined with scriptures, they didn't disappear. They just stopped mattering. His hands tightened around my waist, while my hands rested on his chest as he pulled me closer to him..He was no longer pretending.He didn't have to.He rested his forehead briefly against my chest"I want you"He swallowed hard. I looked at him, impressed, maybe? He wasn't sermoning now, Nothing was going to save him-- not even his scriptures.What remained in him was his choice, his desire.Then, he pulled me closer to him slowly, not rushing. There was something raw and watchful behind his eyes.That was when I kissed him, with surrender. The kind of kissing that leaves no meaning with a Collar, the kind that welcomes him into realness.Then he rested his hands on my sides, trembling and inviting. And he started pulling up my dress while we kissed."Hm

The darkness outside seemed to press in around me as I realized I had managed to shake my pursuer. But for how long?Minutes earlier, I had arrived home, shed my worn clothes, showered away the day's stress, had dinner, and slipped into bed, exhausted.James had clearly been asleep for a while when I got home. He looked too relaxed to have been the one following me. Of course, I knew it wouldn't be hard for James to hire someone to tail me, but it just felt like there was more to it than just a hired hand.The bed seemed to spin beneath me as I tossed and turned, my brain refusing to shut off, consumed by questions of who and why.Suddenly, a name popped into my head.The Pastor.The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. He probably waited not to talk to me at all, but to tail me.The idea of him lying to me made my blood boil. "So, he didn't mean his apology after all,", I whispered Dressing quickly, I headed out the door and set off for the church. Although, it was lat

I glanced at my watch, surprised to see that only 40 minutes had passed since I'd walked into the interview room. It felt like an eternity though.Then it occurred to me that I might have missed some questions."Was that really all they were going to ask?" I wondered, feeling a bit confused As I walked outside the building to my car, I muttered to myself "Why didn't I ask questions? Was I being too extra in there?" The more I thought about it, the more I realized I'd been too hasty in my responses.I slowed my pace and took a deep breath. "What now?" I thought. I bit my lips and concluded that I was not enthusiastic enough. But, whatever.I pulled out my phone and started typing a text to Darius.It was too early to go home.As I hit the road, my mind began to clear, and the thought of the man in the interview room, with his lingering gaze, started to hit me, and I let out a soft laugh.I made an impression, after all.It doesn't matter if I don't get the job.I pulled up to the