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But when have I ever made a decision for me and it didn't backfire? Shit. A sick feeling washed over me every time I thought about it, followed by a chilling realization. That night was like a broken record, playing over and over again in my head. How I fell on my knees, practically begging to suck him off. The striking look in his eyes as he rejected me. I felt horrible, I thought crying would've helped but it didn't. I guess that's what happens when you get rejected for the first time by a man, and that man just so happens to be your dad's driver.

Krystal's POV "Fucking Richard! Nikkie, damn it! Damn Aaron! How dare all of you conspire to make a fool out of me! Do you think you're so great? Aaaa!" I cursed while driving after leaving Nikkie's apartment. My emotions were out of control, and I took it out on my crazy driving. I deliberately drove all the way out of town, looking for a quiet place where I was free to hit the gas. Driving like crazy during home office hours on city streets is just asking for trouble. Before I've even reached my maximum speed, I have to press the brake pedal again because of traffic. It would only stress me out more!

he confirmed. I got more confused and stared at the screen. What the hell is this? Is this some kidnapping shit? “Get in miss. I need to hustle.” the driver. I fidget as he look mad and in a hurry and so I had no choice but to get inside the car. Inside, I still wonder what’s happening. And how the hell I got in here, I thought it was some sort of crime and such but as I step into my apartment I got light headed. Whoever booked that deserves a warm embrace and my special latte.

I snarled, voice hoarse and broken. “Fuck you, Dante Salvatore! I hate you!” Rage exploded through me like wildfire. I grabbed the nearest cushion and hurled it across the room. It slammed uselessly against the wall. Another. Another. I kept throwing them, screaming until my throat burned raw. When the fury finally ebbed, I was on my knees on the cold marble floor, panting, shaking, tears streaming freely down my face. My eyes landed on my bag again. On the plain white envelope tucked inside- the divorce papers Vincent had prepared for me in secret.

I looked at Raul with pleading eyes, begging him to stop. With a smirk, he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Later tonight, I'm going to get a real taste of you." The words were barely a whisper, yet they hit me like a bolt of lightning. Even after he moved back to the passenger seat, I stood there in a daze. Strangely, I didn't feel disgusted by the harassment. Instead, I felt… … A while after dinner, Dylan mentioned he was getting drowsy and needed a nap. He told Raul to take over and asked me to sit in the passenger seat to keep him company so he wouldn't fall asleep.

Curiosity got the best of Tina, Susie and Bella, so they didn't get into the car and waited to see the one who drove the flashy black limited Benz that had repeated plate numbers. "David you brought me here, it's time to drive me back home". Mateo announced to David but David didn't reply to him, instead, he was staring at the expensive Benz. "What are you staring at that's more important than what I'm saying?". Mateo asked and even had to stare at the strange luxurious black Benz. The black Benz, Alexander Cassano, came down from the driver's seat. His hair was neatly arranged plus, he was wearing on him, a casual blackish baggy trouser with a large sized grey t-shirt.

Daniel spared me a glance through the corner of his eye, a little frightened by how rough and reckless I was driving. Safe to say they have all never seen me like this. Neither have I. I have never seen myself like this. Up, concerned and worried. We got to the office after 15 minutes of reckless driving and rules violations. I pulled into the parking lot and pulled out of the car, leaving it to Daniel to handle. When I got into the office, the tables were scanty, but it didn’t occur to me that Nova might have left. Till I pushed the door to her office open and met with nothing but silence.

Every step closer to that car felt like stepping deeper into the dark fantasy I could never admit I needed. My hand closed around the cool handle. I yanked the door open and slid inside, breathing hard. I picked up my phone to check the time. 11:01 PM I knew I was doomed. I made him wait. Whoever was in the driver’s seat did not turn immediately, and somehow that made everything worse. For a few seconds, the only thing filling the car was the sound of my own uneven breathing and the low hum coming from the engine vibrating beneath me. Then, slowly, he reached up and adjusted the rearview mirror.

Chloe Morrison's expression darkened further, and she looked like she wanted to say more. I put on my headphones and closed my eyes to rest. Only then did Chloe reluctantly shut her mouth and focus on driving. I was already exhausted from working overtime, and dealing with this only made things worse. Chloe used to be my mother's driver, and Mom had given her glowing reviews. She drove smoothly enough that even someone like me, who got carsick easily, felt comfortable during the car ride.

Chapter 8 The sleek black Mercedes glided to a stop in front of the towering skyscraper; its tinted windows were dark, and no one could see inside, even if they tried. My fingers trembled around the thick envelope in my lap, the divorce papers crisp and final. My body shook with both anticipation and fear. I exhaled slowly, the scent of leather and expensive perfume filled the car's interior, giving me some type of comfort. This is it. No more lies. No more pretending. Just freedom and the man who had promised to give me everything.