All Chapters of YOU CHANGE MY WORLD: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Oh, Daddy... yes, yes, yes, Daddy!"Those were the loud screams echoing from Marchen's bedroom. AnniBerry sat on the sofa, listening, unable to stop feeling sorry for herself. She couldn't understand how a man could sleep with two women in the same day, and to make matters worse, she was one of them. She wondered why she had allowed herself to be kept in the apartment of a man she barely knew. She picked up her phone and stared at it before letting out a deep sigh of frustration."Is he really keeping me here because of the windshield of his car? But that was clearly an accident."She hissed in disgust.AnniBerry stood up, intending to sneak a peek at Marchen's bedroom when the front door suddenly creaked open. She froze and turned around. A tall, light-skinned, muscular man walked in. His neatly trimmed black hair and clean-shaven face immediately caught AnniBerry's attention."I'm Linx. You must be AnniBerry," he said politely. AnniBerry was momentarily stunned. She liked how warm

"Yes, baby. He's all yours. Do with him as you wish, Your Majesty," he groaned, a smile spreading across his face. AnniBerry kept sucking deeper while Marchen got harder and harder. "AnniBerry, get on the bed," Marchen said softly. AnniBerry stopped and looked up at him. "I do not want this," she said, rolling her eyes at him. Marchen looked at her. "Too late." He lifted her off the floor and gently dropped her onto the bed. AnniBerry immediately grew anxious, her heartbeat quickening. Marchen loosened the hook of her trousers and slowly pulled them down. She wasn't wearing any underwear, exposing her smooth Virginia. He then slid his hands beneath her top and drew out her both breast free before lowering his head to kiss and suck them eagerly. AnniBerry's legs began to tremble. In that moment, she wanted him so badly that she forgot everything that had happened earlier, losing herself completely in his touch. Soft moans escaped her lips. "Yeah, I want to hear those moans loud

“Oh, I see,” AnniBerry said.Marchen stood up and walked into his bedroom, leaving AnniBerry alone in the sitting room. She began to think about everything Marchen had told her. She wondered what could have been so serious that someone would be willing to take a life.“But it was an accident,” she muttered under her breath.She picked up her phone and started going through her social media friends list, hoping to find someone she could talk to about Merrilyn. Several hours passed before Marchen walked out of his room. He was dressed entirely in black a black shirt, black trousers, and a black jacket. AnniBerry looked at him, wondering why he was dressed that way.“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his expression as serious as ever.“Nothing,” AnniBerry replied quickly, looking away from him.“Here's some cash. Just keep it,” Marchen said, stretching a few dollar bills toward her.She accepted the money slowly, surprised. Marchen had never seemed like the kind of person who would g

"AnniBerry... AnniBerry... AnniBerry..." Marchen called her name as he gently tapped her shoulders. AnniBerry's eyes flew open, and she gasped for air. Her breathing was rapid. "Calm down," Marchen said softly, patting her shoulder. "You were having a nightmare." She stared at him as though she had never seen him before, fear still evident in her eyes. Marchen gently held her left hand. "You're fine now," he reassured her. AnniBerry suddenly burst into uncontrollable tears."Not again... not again," she cried. Marchen carefully helped her sit up and wrapped his arms around her, gently rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her. "It's okay, AnniBerry. Stop crying," he whispered. After a moment, he pulled back slightly so he could look into her eyes, but the tears continued to stream down her face. "Was it about the presence you sensed in the house?" he asked calmly. She slowly shook her head as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "Have you eaten?"

Marchen looked at AnniBerry with deep, pleading eyes. He couldn’t risk letting her go. Right now, he was certain that someone had been sent to his house to either kill him or AnniBerry. But deep down, he knew the target was not him. He couldn’t afford to take his hands off her wrist as he tried to stop her from leaving. “AnniBerry, listen to me.” Marchen looked at her desperately. “If I have ever done any despicable things to you, please find a way in your heart to... to... forgive me,” he said in a low tone. Marchen couldn’t believe he had just asked for forgiveness. He had never pleaded with anyone in his life, yet here he was, begging a woman to forgive him. AnniBerry quickly snatched her wrist from his grip. “I have a life. I have things I need to do. I have a family, even though I lost my parents. I cannot sit in your house like a cripple. I need to leave,” AnniBerry said, raising her voice. Marchen thought about what he could say to her, but nothing came to mind. He ha