Audrey’s POV I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and like the unstable apex predator I assumed him to be, it got his attention. “Okay…deal”His face warped into a sinister grin that made my skin crawl. It didn’t matter if he was the big bad beast, this was something different. I felt heavy and turgid under his scrutiny. Where do I start from? My skin already tingled from how much focus he had on my body. Everything felt like the wrong move when I thought about it for more than three seconds. But there was a particular desperation to know, I needed to know the things that made up the bridge I was going to be crossing in the next few months. I could take him as the man of his words that they said he was. I had no idea when another opportunity like this was going to present itself before me again. I immediately jumped into action. Motivated than I was the last few seconds, I decided to close my eyes. At least if I wasn’t seeing him, then I could as well pretend he wasn
Audrey’s POVIt was an evening. ‘Why was it still evening?’I asked myself, confused. I knew very well that I had passed out after sexual intercourse with a man like him. I recalled being so tied that my eyelids felt like they weighed a Tesla cyber truck each. I turned around from the fountain to see who the footsteps echoing behind me belonged to. Then everywhere changed. I was in the courtyard of my childhood home. The gray bathing robe I had on had changed into the sac clothes I had growing up, up until I had left that place. “No…” I said to myself, that the denial was strong. I couldn’t possibly be back here again after I thought I had finally escaped their wrath to a strange heaven they had sold me off. The footsteps wouldn’t stop echoing yet the face wouldn’t reveal itself as the fog hung down from the top of the tree down the soil like a soft cloudy sheet floating in the air. Soon, an image of Maria manifested herself before me. My throat immediately closed up. I couldn’t s
Trudeau’s POV I walked to the door of the bathroom and knocked severally. “Audrey, open the door.”There was no reply. “Audrey‼ don’t make me kick the door down—” She broke into a harsh cry which grew into a long sobbing, then the shower was turned on. My eyes widened as It finally clicked. She was having a breakdown. With all of my authority and lack of empathy, I only made her condition worse. I slowly and steadily stepped back from the door, one foot after the other until my legs touched the bed. My emotions were all over the place, I was barely feeling one when another came in. Like that, I was over-flooded with them until I walked out of the room entirely. I wondered where I would go from here. I heard my wolf mention my room but I knew I couldn’t leave her in this condition all by herself. What if she killed herself? My mind went back to the conversation I had with Felix earlier about the kind of relationship she had with Cynthia. The room that was allocated to her was a
Cynthia’s POVI turned to the bathroom while he was left completely stunned to speak.I sighed, doing a mental check of all I had said in the last ten minutes just to be sure that I wasn’t out of line.Getting to the bathroom door, I could hear her heaving. Those were the kind that came after a long painful sob.I looked at Trudeau standing some distance away from both doors behind and in front of him.“Is there anything else you might want to add that would make sense of this condition?” I asked him, resisting the urge to narrow my eyes at him like he was a faulting child.“I told you everything step by step. That’s all that happened, I swear.” He said honestly. Shaking his head, he turned around and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.I heard a sharp muffled gasp from inside. “He’s gone.” I immediately let her know so whatever feeling she was having at the moment could free her.“Audrey...” I started, a sigh Leaving my mouth till I found myself stretching and it tu
Audrey’s POV Cynthia got up from the couch. I knew they were having a conversation about me because the moment I walked in, it died. She made brief eye contact with me, flashing a relieved smile way. “I guess this is my cue.” She announced, clapping her hands together gracefully. “Didn’t think I would be starting my day’s job as a therapist but I’m always glad to be of help…” she did this subtle bow, an acknowledgment of a higher power after a service had been rendered, yet only I thought in my mind. What if she doesn’t mean it? “I’m sorry again…for the disruption of your day. I appreciate your encouraging words.. .” I blurted out after having the strongest gust of guilt fuel through my system. “Thank you” I added. Even I could admit to myself that I was being clumsy. It wasn’t the fact I thought she secretly judged me, but how she indirectly said she had to be here, it wasn’t a choice she had. “You are welcome.” Cynthia chipped back, “As much as I would love to stay. I think It
Audrey’s POV “Looking for something??” He pressed his body against mine from behind. I could mentally draw the naked image of his body as it was pressed against me. My hand that was stretched reaching for the top glass shelf had wavered in effort and was back at my side, supporting the rest of my body that he wasn’t pressed against.“The wine—” My voice was so high pitched it hooked somewhere in my throat, refusing to complete itself. I cleared my throat before trying again, “The wine glass. The wine glass is what I needed to take. Can you help me with it?” I more of whispered to myself because, with this level of proximity, there was no way he would claim not to hear my plea.He made a noise that sounded like a snort and vibrated against my back. The only difference between the sound he made and a snort was that significantly less amount of arrogance.“Okay...I will help you with it. But what do I get in return?” He massaged his semi-erection against my butt. It wasn’t helping that
Audrey’s POV“What are those?”I pointed at some brown paper bag rolled into short sticks.“Are you serious?” He looked at me like I was growing a second head. “Trudeau, you can not—” My hands were slapped over my mouth right before I gave a pass for the action to take place in my head. It was strange. To have that level of response already ingrained in my head when I have only been here for 4 days. “No, no” he gently peeled off my palm placed tightly over my mouth. “please, don’t do that. Do say my name. I mean, of course, that’s when we are in a private space and there are no other listening ears around.” I didn’t feel the conviction. Not in the way he said ‘private space’, or how he picked at my palm with his—like I was some fragile filth that would fall apart. I try to send those thoughts away by vigorously shaking my head to keep the thoughts at bay. “Okay…I will keep that in mind.” I accepted his term. He seemed quite happy about it, nodding his head severally before focusi
Trudeau’s POV “Alright, you have proven you are a careful lot enough. Now time for questions.” I picked up the cold red wine, quenching the heat smoking on the blunt has invited the back of my neck. I didn’t do it very often. I would rather send my throat burning from booze than pick up a blunt because it always made me feel lazy and tired right after. Plus, I had to keep in mind that the day had barely started to start on such a note. Her eyes followed my every movement. Mostly focusing on the blunt, which I could guess her reasons for. She probably has never taken or heard about it in her life, plus this was her first time observing its effects too. “I promise it’s not as bad as you have probably heard in the past.” I tried to assure her with the blunt between my lips. The fumes from the blunt got into my eyes in the process of moving around to drop the glass back on the center table. “Oh fuck…” The smoke stung in a nasty way. “Sorry…that must hurt. Though I am sure it is perf