As I looked into Adrian's eyes, I found myself not able to keep the questions to myself."What plan, my love?" I asked in a whisper barely audible. Adrian's gaze grew thought-provoking as he measured his next words."I think you should call him again," he said at last, his voice measured and calm. I felt annoyed by the suggestion, screwing up my face in distaste."What do you mean, call him?" I asked, an edge in my voice. The mere thought of calling Sam already made my skin crawl, and I knew Adrian could see the annoyance etched on my face.Adrian softened his expression to one of compassion and filled his eyes with concern."No, babe, calm down," he said in a soft voice."Breathe in," he instructed, his hands demonstrating the motion of an inhalation. I grinned but did just that, filling my lungs with breath as I moved deeply."Uhhhhh," I breathed, my voice hardly above a whisper. Adrian's eyes didn't waver from mine, steady and reassuring."And breathe out," he said, his hands sweep
And so, I had just stood there, still clutching my phone, the voice of Samuel still clinging to my mind, the words floating around me as some sort of challenge. "Jenny, have you persuaded him?" He demanded, all firm and strong, a general issuing out an order to his men. The moment the phone started speaking, his tone went down the back of my neck, some feeling of fear in them.Reluctant, my smile overran my lips as I glared at Adrian, who seemed to be capturing it on his phone, the glint in his eyes amusingly telling. "No, dad, I can't," I said back, my voice no louder than a whisper, lest I was afraid of being overheard. A sense of trepidation struck me as I knew it was not going to go well with Samuel.But Samuel responded, and his words cut through the air like a hot knife. "Expect bad news, then," he said, his voice cold and dripping with malice. "You have just 7 days to persuade Adrian, or else I will remove your mom from the life savings support she is receiving." And with that,
As I stood there, frozen amidst a sea of uncertainty, Adrian's laughter rumbled through the room, warm and rich, folding around my heart. "Let me leave you, oo," he said, still amused, and went into the bedroom to take his bath. The sound of the running water was music leading my ears to soothing tunes, washing away my doubts and fears.I lay on the bed, my eyes fixed to the screen, and couldn't help the fluttering inside my chest. I think I'm falling in love with Adrian, I whispered to myself, my mind beating it out like a chanted secret. This wasn't the agreement, I reminded myself, yet trying not to feel this strange burn inside my chest. It's just a transactional marriage, I told myself, but it sounded hollow and unconvincing.I had just been sold, was the bitter thought coursing through my veins. My parents had sold me off to Adrian-like some merchandise that one buys, sells, and haggles over, a mere playing piece in my family's strategic game of securing more money and power. Ly
I nodded, breathing in ragged gasps. "Yes, I'm ready."Adrian entered me slowly, his thickness stretching me wide. I gasped at the sensation, my body shaking with pleasure as he moved inside me in soft, deliberated strokes.I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him farther inside. The feel of hardness pressed against the insides was really making me go crazy; it felt really, really nice, and a very low moan spilled from my throat."Harder," I pleaded, my voice no louder than a whisper. "I need for you to fuck me harder."Adrian did so, quickening his strokes and harder. My climax was near, and my body shook with anticipation."I'm going to come," I gasped, my voice barely audible. "Oh god, I'm going to come."Adrian continued thrusting inside of me, movements becoming urgent in his own accord. I felt his orgasm build as his body tensed with pleasure.He suddenly pulled himself out and his hardness was glistening with my juices. He hunched behind and his hands dug into my hips."I'm
"Julian," I breathed, barely audible, even to myself, my mind racing to comprehend his sudden materialization.My face was a picture of shock: my eyebrows arched in question, my lips parted in a silent gasp.What was he doing here? I asked myself as my mind whipped through a thousand questions and worries.I scrambled to cover myself, grasping the nearest garment-a flowing black gown that cascaded down my body like a dark waterfall.I hastily wrapped the gown around me and felt a surge of trepidation. What did Julian want? And why was he here, unannounced? I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the encounter, and flung open the door."Craaaaa!" The door opening seemed to reverberate through the air, the sound echoing my own shock and surprise.I stood there, my eyes locked with Julian's, and said, "What are you doing here?" My voice was gruff and hostile because that was the best way to mask one's vulnerability.But my actions did not faze Julian; instead, my actions had quite the
I stood there, my emotions simmering just below the surface, and in an instant, a surge of anger and frustration washed over me. "It's a lie," I spat, venom in my voice as I glared at Julian."Stop feeding me with lies." I needed to say it, to express the turmoil that brewed inside me, as I was starting to hate Adrian. It sounded like a shiver ran down my spine, and the feeling of guilt rose, yet I could not get rid of the thought Julian's words managed to awake within me.To which Julian merely smiled wryly, his eyes glinting with humor as he said,"Watch and see when he comes back from work." His hands moved with a life of their own, scrolling through his phone as he brought out a picture that made my blood boil.This was a photo of a well-dressed lady in a pink, hot, sexy gown, her arm entwined with Adrian's, who was putting on a black pants and white striped shirt. They were holding hands, beaming with happiness, and I felt a wave of anger wash over me.I was getting angry, my emo
I stood there, frozen in some kind of fear and uncertainty, shouting again, "Zaddy!" No response, no footsteps to show that there was somebody else in the house, not even a voice answering me. It was a deafening silence-like some heavy blanket laid upon me that seemed to choke, leaving me at Julian's mercy.Julian felt my unease; he knew I was calling the girl. He hitched a bit forward, his gaze locked on mine, his lips closer, nearer, almost touching. My heart raced and my mind became a jigsaw trying to figure out how to behave at this moment: does he want to kiss me, what do I do now?I thought my mind shrieking in horror, I couldn't let Julian kiss me. Who knows if he has brushed his teeth today? I thought, clinging on to the tiniest excuse that would save me from the kiss. The moment was just so suspenseful, and it all happened so quick; I felt caught in a nightmare where I couldn't wake up. The question echoed in my mind, racing with anticipation and fear, would Julian kiss me?I
I was towering high, heaving my chest up while glaring at Julian furiously: this to remind you of the tone; next time around that the devil wishes to push, you shall say no. In fact, the very enunciated words held such an amount of venom in the sound of my voice, so strongly did it have been full.The next thing I did was to slap him again. "Slaaaa!" The second time it came just as firm, just as strong, as the first had. Julian's eyes widened in shock, his face contorting in pain as he fell back, hands flying up to cradle his cheek once more."This slap will erase all kinds of escape notions with me running in your head." I told him in cold, blunt tones that had absolutely no room for empathy."I am not running anywhere with you, neither are you my responsibility," words which were heavy doses of poison, amounting disgust to Julian with each word.And then, for good measure, I slapped him again. "Slaaaa!" For the third time, just as hard and as fierce as the first two were, Julian's e
His lips, a soft summer breeze that whispered secrets, touched mine as he whispered, "I love you, baby." And with that, my spine tingled like the summer breeze rustling through the leaves of a tree.The surrounding crowd erupted into cheers and applause, a stormy sea against the shores."Awwww!" they screamed, the chorus of delight sighs, while a symphony orchestra started playing joyful melodies. The notes were dancing in the air like a thousand small butterflies flying around while Adrian and I shared a kiss, like two lovers lost in the magic of their own private world.This song floated through the air, like a few clouds lazily drifting across a summer sky, and Adrian and I succumbed to its romantic allure, swaying our bodies to its rhythm like two trees dancing in the breeze.Sweet was the serenade of this melody, the symphony of love and longing, its notes whispering sweet nothings in our ears like the gentle caress of a lover. Moving in perfect harmony across the floor, we felt
Adrian's voice, "Please don't go, baby, I'm sorry," lingered in the air, like a fragile flower swaying in the wind. A sadness washed over me, like a spring rain on a morning, softly finding its way to my heart.His hands gripped my legs, a lifeline, clinging to me with a desperation that was nearly palpable, as though he thought that if he let me go, I would be gone from him forever, like sand between his fingers."It's late, Adrian," I told him, my voice gentle but firm, a summer breeze through leaves, attempting to soothe his ragged nerves."Please, I'm only returning, I don't need a headache," I continued, my voice a gentle plea, pleading for understanding as I struggled to shift my legs, to squirm free of his grasp. But Adrian clung tight, his gaze locked on mine, his voice quivering with feeling, like a fragile vase ready to topple."I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice a sincere apology, a desperate bid for reconciliation, as he lifted his eyes to mine, brimming with tea
Adrian turned to him, his eyes narrowing slightly, like a curtain pulled against the light."Who are you and what are you talking about?" Adrian asked, his voice calm and peaceful, like some stream meandering its way across a tranquil countryside. The words seemed to fall like a question mark, while waiting for an answer.His mask of confidence fluttered; his face slipping open onto a glimpse of uncertainty underneath. "D-dude, I'm so sorry," he stammered, the words skipping from his tongue like a scratched record, hesitant and unsure. "I must have mistaken you for someone else," he finished saying, the sentence trailing off almost at a sigh over the acknowledgment of his mistake.Adrian's eyes, like a drill trying to pierce through steel, pierced into the soul of the man in search of answers. With a dismissive sigh, like a wave that washes over the shore, Adrian turned and walked out of the shop, leaving the man standing alone, like a statue, frozen in time.As Adrian drove back home
We then got into his car, with the sleek and black vehicle glowing in the bright sunlight, softly upholstered, inviting leather, like a cozy cocoon.As we started driving to the cafeteria, it was a pleasant feeling with wind whistling through my hair, a song of joy, a sense of abandon, something like a caged bird free at last to soar into an open sky with wings of pure exhilaration.We took snapshots inside the car; our laughs, our smiles froze in those momentary flickers of time, like amber-preserving memories."Let's go and eat, please, I'm famished," Mr. German said. There was such a lot of warmth in his voice as he held my hands, sparking electrical currents into my body-like those jolts of adrenaline received on a roller coaster.We gained entrance to the cafeteria, where the savory smell of freshly cooked food filled the air, teasing my taste buds like a savory mist and making me hungry.We sat at a table, and I called out to the waiter; my voice sounded across the room, ringing
Soon thereafter, I whined up the tires on approach to this company's parking lot in protest and brought it to a stop: the screeching just seemed to hang in the air for a moment or two there-a scream of tortured rubber with its shudder, lurch to a stop, and coughing, protesting motor dying out.I breathed deeply, and the tension began to seep from my body like air from a balloon that has been punctured; my shoulders sagged in relief as my heart, though still racing, drummed a slower, more measured beat in my chest.The instant I got out of the car, bright sunlight wrapped itself around me, its warm rays fondling my frayed nerves. A cool breeze ruffled my hair with scents of flowers in bloom and newly cut grass, some sweet fragrance which seemed to soothe the senses, the racing heart."Good morning," the voice of the receptionist greeted happily, a vivid contrast to turmoil that was churning within me, the warm and inviting smile spreading like a sunrise."Good morning, dear," I replied
I couldn't hold myself any longer and burst out laughing. My laughter filled the room, bounced off the walls, and resounded everywhere. Deep, rich, full-bodied, a sound that seemed to emanate right from the core of me.My body was racked with mirth: my shoulders shook, my chest heaved with it, while I stood, my eyes shining with tears, my face alight with the joy of being finally happy-happy as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and a burden from my heart.Smiles danced across my face as I felt unhindered, high, enjoying my victory and revenge. It sounded like the laughter had washed all my cares off me, washed off all the fears, leaving me light and free, high.Just then I turned toward leaving the room; Adrian was stopping me off with words to hang upon for a moment-challenge and more. He told me where I could possibly go, without shame, or remorse, stared enticingly through dilated nostrils.And in that glance, I shivered, I thrilled, feeling a rush down my spine, me
Sweet and tangy, it did a tango on my tongue, the flavor bursting inside my mouth as for one moment it made me forget the tension that was building.I closed my eyes, savoring the taste, and the coolness of the juice as it ran down my throat like balm.Having drunk the juice, I went to the room where Adrian lay asleep-my intentions pure, my heart set on just sleeping well for tomorrow, a day to report to a new job. I lay down on the bed and feigned sleep, my eyes closed, breathing slowly.It was as if the darkness just wrapped itself around me, in a soft, comforting blanket. It wrapped around me, shielding me from the world. I felt my eyelids growing heavy, body relaxing, letting all the weariness of the day wash over me.But it wasn't to last. I felt the touch of Adrian's hand on my lap, the tips of his fingers touching my skin as an electric jolt bolted through my body. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up in a fluster, my voice ringing out loud."Stop it, please!" I screamed at him,
Slowly, I started getting ready, undressing and cleaning off the makeup from my face. Tender strokes of the wipe were soothing onto my frazzled nerves as I did everything really slowly.I relished this transformation-taking place, akin to a caterpillar finally making its way out into the world from its cocoon, rebirthed, renewed. I changed into something sexy and hot-a tight gown, fitted at my curves to a T, cuddling me at just about all the right places like into a second skin.And then, looking into the mirror well, I couldn't help but feel this surge of pride in me, a surge of confidence-half a queen surveying her kingdom.My full, round breasts stood to attention, their tender peaks upward like delicate water droplets glistening with a subtle sheen, like the first light of dawn breaking over the horizon. The dress was tight, showcasing every bend and contour of my body, like a work of art on display. I felt like a different person altogether, one ready for the world to bring it on
"It's okay, it's fine," I exclaimed heatedly, though with defeat; the words burst in a gush from my lips in one tumble, with every syllable coated with desperation and despair. I was tired of groveling, tired of reaching out to him, tired of the damn rejection that had worn down my heart through relentless barrage.I sprang up at once, swift, sure movements in every limb; my anger bore me on like a billow against which the shore breaks.I clutched onto the wicker food basket tight, the crackling of wicker in protest as I hoisted it from the table-the only sound heard through the quiet like a shout of defiance. The heavy feel of the basket in my hands was real and reminded me of the work that I had done for our love, so coldly thrown in the trash.I went out from behind the door of his office, my footsteps stumbling on the cold, hard floor; the sound itself appeared to resound inside the silence, an ultimatum, a declaration.The door stood looming over me, a barrier between me and the