Claiming Her

I've never run so fast in my life. I ran from him. I ran from my past. I ran from the Satan that I was married to. The cold evening breeze brushed through my hair and the pouring rain soaked my clothes and washed away my tears. I left everything I had behind but took a black backpack filled with things that might come in handy. I packed some clothes, another pair of shoes, my toiletries, a brand new phone that I bought two weeks ago just for this purpose, as well as cash. Lots of it. I didn't bother stealing from him and took what belonged to me. Over the past few months, I collected some cash from my salary and my savings account. I made sure to cash out small amounts so it wasn't suspicious. Nothing scared me anymore apart from him finding me. This wasn't my first attempt at escaping him. Not at all. It was my second. I feared the outcome. The very first time traumatized me enough to wait for tonight, for three years. Three fucking years were stolen from me. I spent countless n

We arrived at the restaurant an hour after Delilah made a reservation. It was surprisingly easy to get a table there but I was glad. As much as I was nervous, I wanted to get away and just have fun. No matter what the future holds.We walked in and the hostess immediately greeted us. She showed us to the table and we sat down. I looked around the restaurant and couldn't help but notice many people dressed in very fancy and expensive attire.I had a dark red satin dress on that showed off my curves very well. My hair was curled and to my surprise, I actually really liked the way it looked. I also wore black heels and had a small black clutch purse that held my wallet and phone.Delilah had a fitted black sleeved dress and her hair was in a low bun. She wore black heels like me and had a small off the shoulder purse.The waiter came up to us shortly after sitting down and poured us some wine. I asked for the white wine and De had red. I preferred red wine most days but I wanted somethin

As six o'clock rolled around, I'd begun to feel nervous. Not that I wasn't before but he just did something to me. And frankly, I doubt that I trust myself around him.Delilah was more excited than me. The moment I stepped into the hotel room, she went nuts about what I should wear.I almost threw her out of the balcony because of how annoying she was. She thought that I should wear something provoking and sexy but I told her that I had boundaries with him. He said that himself.I thought about something more classy but elegant. I wasn't going on a date after all."You'll look like a grandma." I rolled my eyes at her. I wore an elegant, fitted, blush pink, satin dress that reached a bit over my knees with straps.I began putting on my white heels while Delilah turned on the curler."I don't think that I do," she sighed with frustration. "De, it's me who's going to have dinner with him.""Yeah, with the most powerful man on Earth," she said as she began to curl one of the strands. "And

The next morningJust as I was about to enter the building I got a text from Chris, that he had an unexpected meeting and asked me to follow Delilah to Mathew's office.We entered the elevator and a sudden wave of anxiety washed through me. We didn't necessarily end on great terms yesterday because of the kiss but it wasn't my fault. Although, I could've stopped him. And deep down I know I should've.We reached the top floor and headed towards Mathew's office. I wore a tight-fitting, black, dress with black heels while my hair was curled as usual. De had a black tight skirt and a white blouse on with black heels. She knocked before we walked inside.Mathew's office wasn't as big as Chris's but was still massive, compared to a typical office. I smiled and Mathew stood up from his seat."Miss Cadell," he shook my hand and looked over at Delilah. "Miss Jacobs," he placed a kiss on the back of her hand. "Please, sit down," he motioned to the two armchairs across from his table. We sat dow

I got out of bed an hour ago, which let me wind down after the night and even work out. I didn't bother using his giant gym and just did my usual workout in my room.I showered, changed into a pair of light blue, tight jeans with a black belt, a long-sleeved, black sweater and black heels. I curled my hair and put on light make-up. Hunger settled in and the only thing I could do was to go downstairs to make breakfast. I didn't feel any desire to see him.As much as I was thankful for his hospitality, something wasn't right. Not that I didn't trust him, but I just didn't trust myself around him. I didn't think rationally with him beside me.I stepped out of my room while looking around for any signs of Chris. Nothing. The place was quiet. Maybe he was asleep. But at the same time, it was nine in the morning.I got a message from Mathew yesterday, telling me that I could work from home next week since my office was being prepared. I agreed without any doubt. I'll take any chance I get t