Callie Turner Novels & Stories

Mark tipped his hat and opened the cab door for me. “Mark.” I shot a dazzling smile his way and got into the car, smoothly passing him a ten-dollar bill as I did so. He returned my smile as the cab pulled away, and I relaxed back in the chair, breathing deeply. The ride home was when Christy Lopez became Gina McCartney, when the call girl becomes the real girl. Until my cell buzzes in my hand and my agent’s name flashes on the screen. I swallowed my sigh. “Monica.” “You’re late, Gina.”

But inevitably, some of that apprehension melted away in the face of what lay just beyond the grand entrance hall. "Oh no," Selena whispered, her eyes widening in recognition of the figure approaching us. Callie Monroe stood poised before us in an elegant powder-blue dress that likely cost more than my monthly rent. It was like she’d just come back from a yacht rather than stepping into a work-in-progress construction site. "What a pleasant surprise," Callie drawled, her smile as sharp and slow as a serpent’s strike. "If it isn’t the career woman herself." I felt my body tense in her presence. Selena's expression morphed into a visible grimace.

It was the first time I truly realized how powerless I was against people with immense influence. My phone kept ringing, and every time I ignored it, the caller called again. With no other option, I finally picked up. It wasn't William who called me, but Alexandra. Her laughter carried a hint of disdain. "Ms. Bennett, let's have a little chat."

Jenna I sat on the vibrating washing machine in the laundry room, my heart pounding like crazy. Uncle Mark was my mom's younger brother, the strong and handsome man who always took care of me during summer breaks. He was in his early forties but looked so fit and confident. This summer, everything changed between us. We started talking late at night about feeling lonely, and he admitted he had wanted me for years as I grew up. I told him the same thing after my bad breakup. It was so wrong because he was family, but the pull felt too strong. Now here we were, risking everything in his house. Guilt and excitement mixed inside me as the spin cycle buzzed hard against my pussy through my thin s