SAMUEL POVAn extravagant penthouse situated at a distance from the clamorous city life, with dim street lights. Sunlight set in the room, with long seductive shadows portraying the dreamy bed and the curvaceous body of Zara lounging upon it. Temptation incarnate with long fiery red hair falling on bare shoulders and green emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.My will failed me. I strode across the room, heart roaring in my chest like a wild drum. Heat waves poured off Zara's body, stoking the fires of my soul. I seized her waist and brought her closer to myself. A fiery kiss smoldering with the sweetness of tender sensations upon the touch with her lips melted every bit of me-and then, they melted into me. Her lips parted to grant access to my tongue, which glided within the sweet recesses of her mouth.With the kiss still in motion, my hands explored her body against the contours and bends of her frame draped with little silk cloth. A pulse in her breast could be felt matching mine.
SAMUEL POVZara's expression was one of such primal fright as I stood there staring at it, that a wave of disbelief swept over my body. "Are you wanting to kill me just because you're actually paying me?" she actually complained; her voice trembled, as she stepped away and her eyes opened wide with terror.Raising my brow incredulous, I replied: "I have no idea whatsoever what you're talking about." Calm, measured, even as I struggled to fathom the depth of her paranoia, my voice had all the calmness of the individual alienated from the emotions that seemed to be swirling around me, taking a step nearer to her, eyes upon hers, saying: "Please go back to the bed, so we can continue what I was doing.”But Zara's expression only became more frightening; her eyes spoke of desperate panic and fear. Shaking her head, her voice barely a whisper, "I wasn't even considering...Zara, I sleep with girls with menstruation, talk less of a little blood, dear," I said, my voice dripping with disdain,
I had my drawing pad clutched up against my chest, its corners digging into my ribs, as I shouldered my bag of art supplies. The house was too quiet. My bedroom door creaked softly when I opened it, and I hesitated, holding my breath. When no one stirred, I exhaled and slipped out, stepping carefully down the big staircase. My socked feet were silent, but every creak of the old wooden railing was very loud in the quiet.And then I got down there, and I heard his voice—deep, firm, and familiar. Samuel. My stepfather."I don't want to hear excuses. Just finish it," he bellowed. His voice carried from the dining room, off the walls. I peeked around the corner at him, phone to his ear as he paced back and forth. His suit was perfect, just the light from the chandelier gleaming off his cufflinks. He looked very irritated.I was hoping he wouldn't notice me; I grabbed my bag and tried to make a run for the kitchen, but just like always, I was out of luck. My bag hit the corner of one of the
Adrian shut the heavy oak door to his office with a bang; the sound reverberated in the room. He frowned more as he ran a hand through his thick black hair, still thinking about the meeting he had just left. His jaw was tense as he walked to his desk, the heels of his shiny shoes clicking sharply on the floor."Adrian," a familiar voice said, bringing him out of his reverie. His grandmother's attorney, Tiller, stood by the window, his dark suit impeccable. Beside him, Marcus, Adrian's best friend and COO, leaned back casually against the armrest of one of the soft chairs, looking careful."What is it now, Tiller?" Adrian asked sharply as he sat down in his chair. His fingers began drumming on the wooden desk, evidence that he was impatient. "I thought we wrapped up my grandmother's estate months ago."Tiller, adjusting his glasses, stepped closer, carrying a nice leather briefcase. "Ordinarily, we would be, but something has risen that requires your prompt attention."Adrian raised an
This room was my safe haven, the only sanctuary in this big house where I found even a shred of peace. I sat cross-legged on the floor beside Mom's bed, moving chess pieces across the board I'd set up on the small table. Playing against myself wasn't as dull as it sounded-it just gave me something to focus on besides the quiet beeping of machines that kept my mother alive.Soft music flowed from the speaker; Sinatra's voice filled the dead air, low and smooth in his croon. The sound of my voice came as a whisper: "Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars…"I looked at Mom, very still, pale, and serene in her features. "You always loved this song," I whispered, as if she were listening. "Remember? You used to hum it as you cooked breakfast."There was no answer. Never would there be an answer. Still, I continued talking, as if she may just respond. That way, it wasn't so hard to accept her silence.I moved another chess piece, then sat back, looking at the board. "I think white'
I wasn't able to sleep last night. Every time I would close my eyes, all I could see was his face: Samuel-cold, smug, making his demands from me. The sheets were wrapped around me from all the tossing and turning, like the heavy weight of my thoughts. How could this be happening? How had everything gone so wrong?The hours ticked by until finally morning light filtered through the curtains. I didn't feel rested. I didn't feel anything but that overwhelming knot in my stomach. I did need to get up, though. I needed to make myself do it. Samuel had made it crystal clear that today wasn't optional.I shuffled downstairs for breakfast, a cloud of depression hanging over me. Samuel was in the dining room; his usual smugness was replaced by an almost unsettling cheerfulness. It was as though pawning me off to some stranger for marriage was the highlight of his day.'Well, aren't you in a good mood? ' I thought bitterly, still picking at my food which I tried to force down. He was awfully jo
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks as Adrian's lips curled in a slight sneer in greeting. A simple "Hi." That's all I could get out-pathetic, even to my ears. Why couldn't I have been poised, collected? I didn't know this man, and yet somehow, I felt that with one greeting, I'd already let him down, myself down. And, well, a part of me wanted to say sorry for the awkwardness I couldn't shake, but I didn't. I took another step back, eyes flashing to the floor, hoping he didn't see how badly my hands shook.Samuel, blind to my discomfort or just enjoying it, smacked Adrian on the back and hustled him inside. His jovial tone sliced through the tension like a knife, and I followed behind, silently cursing myself for not being able to pull myself together. The living room stretched out before me, sterile and empty-the space feeling larger and colder than I remembered. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was hanging in the air, but it didn't help smooth my nerves. Nothing would now.I sat do
I stood up and walked out of the living room with the urge to cry, but I couldn't. I went to mum's room and knelt beside her, grasping her palms; they were so worn out. A gazed intensely at her face as the tears began to flow freely with reckless abandon.“Mum” I spoke but in whispers, my voice failed.I sniffed before continuing.“The worst has happened. Samuel has done his worst. He sold me out of marriage to some billionaire today and in a few weeks, I will be taken away. How more devastating can my life be?”Just as expected, there was a dead silence when I finished talking. I maintained my position with tears still streaming down.Suddenly, the door flung open revealing Samuel; he had returned from seeing Adrian off. He leaned on the door frame staring at mum and I with contempt, his grey eyes piercing through me.“Thank your stars you didn't ruin the meeting with your lack of composure”. He said with a voice laced with anger.I tried to avoid his gaze, fixing my eyes on Mum's bo
SAMUEL POVZara's expression was one of such primal fright as I stood there staring at it, that a wave of disbelief swept over my body. "Are you wanting to kill me just because you're actually paying me?" she actually complained; her voice trembled, as she stepped away and her eyes opened wide with terror.Raising my brow incredulous, I replied: "I have no idea whatsoever what you're talking about." Calm, measured, even as I struggled to fathom the depth of her paranoia, my voice had all the calmness of the individual alienated from the emotions that seemed to be swirling around me, taking a step nearer to her, eyes upon hers, saying: "Please go back to the bed, so we can continue what I was doing.”But Zara's expression only became more frightening; her eyes spoke of desperate panic and fear. Shaking her head, her voice barely a whisper, "I wasn't even considering...Zara, I sleep with girls with menstruation, talk less of a little blood, dear," I said, my voice dripping with disdain,
SAMUEL POVAn extravagant penthouse situated at a distance from the clamorous city life, with dim street lights. Sunlight set in the room, with long seductive shadows portraying the dreamy bed and the curvaceous body of Zara lounging upon it. Temptation incarnate with long fiery red hair falling on bare shoulders and green emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.My will failed me. I strode across the room, heart roaring in my chest like a wild drum. Heat waves poured off Zara's body, stoking the fires of my soul. I seized her waist and brought her closer to myself. A fiery kiss smoldering with the sweetness of tender sensations upon the touch with her lips melted every bit of me-and then, they melted into me. Her lips parted to grant access to my tongue, which glided within the sweet recesses of her mouth.With the kiss still in motion, my hands explored her body against the contours and bends of her frame draped with little silk cloth. A pulse in her breast could be felt matching mine.
ZARA POVStillness seized me as a tremor ran through my body.I wanted Samuel so much that it was almost a living thing, pulsing with rhythmic intensity through my veins. I was drenched in longing, and every fiber of my being was attentionally waiting for his touch. My skin screamed with goosebumps, expecting his caress. The very air rippled with vibrations, the silence pregnant between us; we both knew that the very destiny of our love hung in the balance.Before a word escaped my lips, he was there: lips crashing onto mine, as an athlete would on finishing the race, leaving him gasping for breath, with the similar intensity I felt in case his kiss ever threatened to choke the very breath out of me. The kiss was alive, in a frenzy of flames, almost with intent to scorch me in its heat, tempestuous waves of passion that pulled me into a swirling vortex, rendering me helpless, powerless, at his total mercy.Life depended on it for him; it was the only thing that could make him survive-
SAMUEL POVWith my body setting into the soft cottony comfort of the bed, I turned my gaze at the entrance, and anticipation rushed through me, engendered by slow-burning flame. The softly rustling sound of Macy's dress, together with the second click of her heels against the floor, signaled Zara's imminent arrival; each sound seemed to ring through the room, recalling the sound of a faint bell. I kept my eyes glued to the entrance, soaking in every detail of her leaving, every eccentricity of her walking.Coming out of the bedroom, Zara's warm smile was diffusing sunshine all over the place as if it were a ray of sunlight breaking through thick clouds. Once she stepped in, confident in her stride and owning the momentful entrance, everything seemed calculated, every step weighing in slow time, savoring every moment. The caress of this soft rustle against an on-looking ear joined my senses, swooning in song with the summer breeze.Her beauty was unequivocally extraordinary-a creation
ZARA POVSuspended in the sweet expectancy that wraps the silence before the storm crashes, Adrian's eyes-primarily intense-barbed my own and set fire to a gaze locked in singular focus. Among the very first words he uttered was, "Where's the video?". It was such a low and husky voice-black like the purr of a satisfied cat-and made me smile slowly, enigmatically, as I reached for my phone, fingers closing about it like a gentle vice."Here it is," I said softly and melodiously while passing the phone over to Samuel. The moment he grabbed it, his eyes lit up in excitement as a child on a special day opening a birthday present. He started watching the video, the glow of the screen softly lighting his face-the dirty eyes glued to the images that swept across the screen. A low, appreciative rumble crawled out of his chest like distant summer-thunder rumble.Very well done, Zara. This was what he said to me and I could hear the purest possible tone of awe in his voice. Inside my chest, I f
ZARA POVComing from a luxurious bathroom, satisfaction welled up within like warm, soothing balm spreading in veins. Passion was with Adrian, and I knew only too well that I had really captured him even if it were just for a brief while. The lingering moment of lovemaking was left floating around as a hazy, sweet, intoxicating intoxication that refused to lift.Adrian lay there, staring back at me. His soft spreading chest rose and fell, not fast, still at all. Golden light lit softly over him, warming his features, and suddenly, so much emotion could swell my heart. I wanted him not to bother, break that stillness of a moment, so I moved very quietly, with footsteps so soft, they barely touched the floor.My gaze strayed to the watch lying like an elegant silver thing amid all that warmth and intimacy about the room. I picked it up, feeling the cool touch of metal against the skin, as I hesitated over what, exactly, to do next. I should keep the pants here, I thought, gazing upward
ZARA POVI continued romancing him while my hands massaged his private organ in circular motions; then, I could feel it getting bigger and harder. It seemed Adrian's body relaxed, muscles eased; as if savoring it, he let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. I gently pulled his pants down as if my fingers brushed his skin, sending shivers down his spine. But just as things were getting steamy, suddenly from Adrian came the voice that clearly demanded,"Just stop it," he said. Words cut through air like a knife through silk, leaving no room for interpretation. I didn't want to hear that, nor did I want to stop. Something more swept over me with the tide of fire running through my veins. I kissed him forcefully,As I continued to romance him, my hands mapping him out with my fingers, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, I could feel him swell in his devotion, the fiery love he harbored inside almost at a boil. His lust was growing by the moment, and with my stimulation, his body was respo
ZARA POV"You can't do this," Zara said, her voice firm, complete with firmness, standing before me with eyes full of anger and hurt. " Put your clothes back on," she added with strength, and I felt a surge of emotion from deep within her. Regret and guilt stabbed at me as I understood I had injured her.But Adrian's voice was low and husky in my ear, his words a dripping temptation. "I love you, please," he said, weaving that spell around me, drawing me in with crystal sweetness. I just want you to f****** me, he whispered, sending shivers down my spine, making my heart race in steep anticipation. "I long for you," he added with a soft crack of emotion in his voice, speaking right into my soul. Adrian asked just when we seemed almost ready to share a moment together, but in reality, the sound of knocking brought our moment crashing down. "Knock, knock," a voice called out in the distance, the ringing shivers bursting through the room like a death knell. Adrian's eyes burned into min
ZARAH POVInched toward the table, tapping my heels softly on the floor, my gaze fixed on Adrian's eyes, my heart thumping in my chest. I sat on his lap with my skinny body almost touching his, my face mere inches from his own. Adrian looked surprised as his eyes widened and his face quickly turned into a mask of shock, staring at me with his mouth open in a silent gasp."What do you mean you are here, Zara?" he growled almost immediately, his voice awfully low and filled with fury. He pushed me away, his hands on my shoulders and fingers pressing hard on my skin. I fell on the floor with just a little loud thud, my palms scraping against the cold surface. "Arrrr!" I screamed, resonating through the silence while looking up at Adrian, my eyes were filled with anger and deep resentment with my heart thumping fast.Adrian didn't seem to care for the yelling. His expression remained indifferent, his eyes cold and hard. I had to make an opportunity out of it; an opportunity to seduce him,