—JENNIFER—I quickly locked my phone before I turned back. Christian looked at me with a frown, demanding answer. “ I-I was just…” I was only stuttering when he turned towards the door and pushed it all open, revealing Micheal and Jessica inside. “ Christian!!!!!!!!!! “ Jessica screamed before racing towards him with sudden tears rolling down her cheeks and before Christian could contemplate what was happening, she threw her arms around him and latched on him like a leech. I gasped, raging and stared at her. “ Thank god you came. H- He was trying to force himself on me. “ She cried loudly, pointing a hand towards Micheal while still clinging onto him. I and Micheal whipped our heads towards each other and shared a look of horror and disbelief. This woman will surely be burned twice in hell. Christian was standing there, frozen and when she said then he looked up with his clenched jaws at Micheal. “ Wh-Micheal opened his mouth to say something but Christian interrupted him by
—JENNIFER—The next morning was as normal as it could be with only one difference. Unlike my other graceful landings in Christian's feet in the living area, Today it was our bathroom. He was getting ready when I stepped out and because of my feet being wet, I slipped and fell right into his arms as he, thankfully, caught me. “ Now that's a normal good morning. “ He mocked, looking down at me as I opened my eyes to find myself in his arms. I huffed. “ Were you waiting for me to slip so you can be a hero?? “ I squinted my eyes at him, straightening up. “ Exactly, genius!! “ He said, winking at me before going back to stand in front of the mirror as he fixed his hair. I looked at his appearance and frowned. “ Weren't you going to some orphanage for a charity event with Mr. Collins?? “ I asked. “ I am and you are going too.” He answered, putting on his watch. “ Then why aren't you wearing your suit?? “ I asked, looking at his blue jeans and Black t-shirt. I kept the question ab
—JENNIFER—“ I don't like him. “ Harper said with a disdain, eyeing Christian.I looked up at Christian, biting my lips to prevent my smile and found him glaring at the poor boy.“ It's okay, I don't like him either.” I gave a fist bump to the kid and he smiled up for the first time. “ Cool.” He said before turning to Olivia.“ She's nice and beautiful too.” He said to her and she suddenly frowned. “ But yesterday you said I am beautiful.” I suppressed my smile as she glared at her best friend. “ But she's more.” He said, grinning up at her angrieng her more and she pushed him aside running out. “ Oh no. You upset your best friend.” I said, turning to go behind her. “ It's okay. She'll come back. She can't stay away from me.” I gave him an amused smile before turning to Christian. “ Go see her please.” I pleaded with my eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line before sighing and going out behind Olivia. “ So, Harper, what do you like to do the most?? “ I asked, trying to start
—JENNIFER—Everyone gasped along with me as I kept going down into the water. I tried kicking my hands and feet to push me out of the water but I didn't know how to swim. At that moment I felt like it's over for me. This is how it's ending. It all happened so suddenly that it took me a whole minute to realise that it was the swimming pool and no one died drowning in three feet of water. My feet touched the ground and I stood straight in the water, gasping for air. Collecting my senses, When I opened my eyes, I saw Christian running towards me. He stopped at the edge of the pool and forward his hand to me. “ Com’on.” He said and came out of the water with the support of his hand. My clothes were drenched with water, and my hair was sticking all over my face because of getting wet. All the eyes were towards our way as they watched the water leaking off my clothes. I looked down at myself only to have my eyes going wide and I regretted choosing the colours of my clothes. My black b
—JENNIFER—“ Then do it.” I don't know from where that courage came into me to say those words. His eyes darkened as both of our breaths mingled because of how close we were standing. His hand shot up to grab my neck as his mouth came down on mine, robbing my remaining breaths. It wasn't our first kiss, but it felt like one. The passion, the urgency, the intensity he was pouring into my mouth and the way my body was throbbing and reacting to him, aching for his touch, it felt like we were touching each other for the first time. His free hand came down to my butt as he picked me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started walking, I don't know where. I was so lost in the burning kiss and the wild throbbing of my body that it didn't give me any chance to know this until my hips were placed on something hard. That's when I realised, It was the dining table. But I couldn't care less about the place when his hands were all over me. All I could think about was his nibbling lips a
—CHRISTIAN—I quickly pulled myself up, sitting upright and she frowned. Her frown was soon replaced with shock as I unbuckled my belt and slipped out of my pants. I cock was hard, ready to be sprung free. Her eyes went wide as stared down at it. Without waiting anymore, I went down, hovering and started kissing her. Her hands desperately roamed all over me. I growled when her hand went down to the band of my boxers and I bit on her earlobe. I tried to swat her hand away but she pushed me back.“ Cut the mother fucking crap.” She growled, making me snap my eyes up at her in surprise at her wilderness. I couldn't help but let her do whatever she wanted, pushing me on the bed, she climbed me and started kissing me all over. Biting, marking me her's. I was her's, already. She kissed my torso all the down and then stopped at the band of my boxers. Looking up, she met my eyes and bit her lips. Her chest heaved up and down. I cocked my head challenging her to give a push and her hands
—JENNIFER— I turned back and snuggled into my pillow as the sun peeked through curtains breaking my sleep. I wanted to go back into a deep slumber but couldn't do it because of a heavy weight on my stomach and a piercing pain in my lower abdomen. I winced as I tried to move my limbs but my whole body started aching. A warm breath on my ears made me conscious about my surroundings. I opened my eyes with a jerk and looked around only to find a naked chest , which I was assuming as a pillow, in front of me with my arm around it. I gasped, gapint at it. My eyes got wider in the realisation and I went stiff, trying to not wake up the devil beside me. With hitched breaths, I gripped the duvet and peeked inside it only to make it even worse for me to find a breath. I was naked!! Shit! Shit! Shit! Thank the Lord, not completely. I was at least wearing the T-shirt Christian had on him last night. Wait. Last night?? Damn!! I felt my breaths stuck into my throat as the events of last ni
—JENNIFER—Next few days went quite fine with lots of romance between me and my husband and a lot of teasing from my friends about us, finally doing IT. But what was unusual, Micheal not calling me after the anniversary party. Even I tried to call him but he had blocked my number. It was Friday and since he would be coming to Celeste's cafe, I decided to go meet him. When we entered inside with Celeste on my side as it was her shift, We spotted him at his usual table, looking out of the window. His back was facing us. We headed to him from behind and I tapped on his shoulder making him look up. “ Ye- Jennifer?? ” His eyes went wide seeing me and mine too, with mouth falling open. “ What the hell happened to you?? ” “ Oh my god!! ”Me and Celeste gasped seeing his black eye and broken lip.“ All thanks to your husband.” He gave me a tight lipped smile, taunting me. I gaped. “ What?? Why would he do this? ”“ Yes. He sent that goon of his behind me to beat me up because I dared
JENNIFER The next few days were spent with everyone celebrating my memory regaining and for our soon to be born child. Mom and Dad disclosed the whole truth about Catherine and I was just happy that they at least told me whatever it was. I was upset for being lied to but never angry. It eases their tension and we are back to normal. I looked at the clock and then towards the main door. With a sigh filled with disappointment, I had just turned back when the click of the door opening had me turning back again only to see my husband dearest entering with a bag in his hand. “You’re home.” I exclaimed, with a relieved smile while mentally thanking God. At first glance, he looked the same as when he’d left— black shirt, black pants, hauntingly beautiful face—but a closer look revealed the quiet storm brewing in his eyes. “You asked me to come home.” He watched, body still but gaze burning like an open flame, as I closed the distance between us. “So here I am.” His rough velvet
JENNIFER When I opened my eyes, my head felt heavy. It was hurting like someone had crushed it under a car wheel. With a wince of pain, I opened my eyes and the first thing I landed my eyes on was a pair of black eyes. Two moments of unblinking stare into those worry filled eyes before I took a sigh of relief. “ Christian!” I called out his name in my weak and hazy voice and saw him practically relaxing. As if a burden was taken away from her chest. “ Princess! You are awake.” His voice was filled with relief. “ What do you think?” I joked at his obvious question. A small sigh left his lips before a soft smile appeared as he bent down to kiss my forehead. “ You scared the shit out of me.” He murmured, straightening back. “ What? I don't remember anything?” I asked and he froze in his place. “ You don't remember anything?” He asked, repeating my words and emphasised on the last word. Now it was my turn to freeze in my place. I paused and all the events of the past
CHRISTIAN “Hello, Raphael.” I examined Jennifer’s stalker, who was strung up with heavy cuffs locking his arms and legs into a vertical spread- eagle position. Nails pinned his palms to the wall behind them, while black and blue bruises mottled his body like an obscene piece of abstract art. We were in the warehouse I’d bought for this specific purpose. Remote, soundproofed, and guarded enough that an ant couldn’t crawl across the floor without me knowing. Not all of my guys were okay with dirty work, which was fine. I only needed a few who were, and they’d done their job prepping the bastard for me. I couldn’t have him waiting too comfortably while I tended to Jennifer. My gaze flicked to the floor. A small pool of blood stained the smooth grey concrete. That was also fine. It will grow soon enough. Raphael’s face was so beaten up it was unrecognisable, but the heat of his glare made me smile. He had a bit of fight left in him. Good. That would make our session so much m
JENNIFER I slept in until almost noon the next day. It was the latest I’d ever woken up, but the previous day’s events had taken their toll. Even after a solid sixteen hours of rest, fogginess clouded my brain as I walked to the kitchen. Being drugged and kidnapped. Finding out my husband dearest has a brother about which I still have to ask him, Nearly dying, then getting rescued by Christian, and sort of/kind of making up with him. I’d had time to process, so it was easier to wrap my head around what happened, but yesterday was so surreal I still felt like I was walking on the edge of a dream. It was Monday, so I’d expected Christian to be at work. But when I entered the sun-splashed kitchen, I found him standing by the espresso machine, dressed in a black shirt and pants instead of his usual suit. I blinked with surprise. “You’re here.” I asked and he turned back swiftly as if pulled back harshly from another world. I guess I disturbed his thoughts. “It is my house,” he s
CHRISTIAN She’s here. She’s safe. I repeated the words in my head as I held Jennifer tight. Tiny shivers rippled through her body, and even though she was almost as tall as me, she felt fragile. Breakable. Fierce protectiveness burned in my chest. “It’s all right, princess,” I murmured. “You’re okay. You’re safe.” She buried her face deeper in my neck, her soft sobs twisting my heart like a wrung-out rag. Her hold on me felt like I was the only trustable and safe place for her. It felt like the old times, before her accident. It felt like I was holding her again for the first time in years, but this wasn’t how I’d wanted it to be. Not with her bruised, hurt, and terrified. Something struck my mind and my one hand automatically moved towards her belly. I felt my heart clenching in my chest at the thought of any possible harm to our child. The relief I’d felt at seeing her alive gave way to renewed rage. My cold gaze found Rapheal over Jennifer’s shoulder. He should pray t
Jennifer Lights washed across my vision at the force of the impact, but I didn’t have time to waste. I slammed my wrists down as hard as I could behind me until the frayed rope snapped against the protrusion. Luckily, Raphael hadn’t tied my legs, and I stumbled to the door. I almost made it before strong hands yanked me back. I hit the floor with a thud. Raphael pinned me to the ground and manacled my wrists above my head. “Let go of me!” I struggled against his hold. “You’re mine,” he said calmly, like we were at a picnic in the park and he wasn’t holding me hostage. “It’ll be so much easier if you give in, Jennifer. I don’t want to hurt you.” I couldn’t keep struggling forever. My energy was already fading, my muscles sore and my thoughts jumbled with panic. I turned my head a fraction to the right, and my breath hitched when I saw my purse lying a few feet away. My taser. I always kept it on me because since Christian forced me to do it. If I could only reach it… Raphae
JENNIFER A prickle of sensation dragged me from the dark, murky wells of unconsciousness. It started as a tingle in my fingers and toes. Then it was the hard press of wood beneath my thighs. Finally, it was the rough abrasion of ropes around my wrists and a pounding pain behind my eyes. I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew was, it hurt, and my throat was dry, and my head throbbed like someone had shoved a jackhammer or ten in there. Concrete anchors dragged down my lids. The darkness wasn’t soft and gentle like the gradual drift to sleep. It was endless and menacing, like the weight of the earth after being buried alive. I forced my lungs to expand past my rising panic. Breathe. Think. What happened? I struggled to sort through the day’s events. I remembered meeting my friends at the cafe. Morris running to the restroom. Nausea, dizziness, stumbling out for air…and the cold press of a gun against my ribcage. A voice, then blackness. Oh God. I’d been kidnapped. Th
JENNIFER A sharp stab of concern pulled my brows together. “Do you need to sit down? You don’t look so good.” Actually, I didn’t feel great either. My usual lethargy intensified and tugged at my limbs and eyelids. Morris’ face swam before me until I blinked the blurriness away. “Yes, I”—he gripped the edge of the table. “I”— his face turned ghostly white before flushing the crimson. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He bolted toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut. A second later, I heard the faint but unmistakable sound of vomiting. My own stomach twisted at the noise. I hoped we hadn’t gotten food poisoning, but something was clearly wrong. My vision blurred again. This time, blinking didn’t help. I stood, hoping the change in altitude would clear my head, but an instant wave of dizziness forced me back into my seat. What is going on? I’d only had tea and a pastry. Could you even get food poisoning from tea and pastries? Black dots danced in front of my eyes, and panic
—JENNIFER— As soon as our mouths collided, I felt colours bursting behind my eyelids, making them shut up automatically. Christian went frozen at my unexpected stunt and couldn't even move for a long moment. For myself, I was in shock about how the mouth of this cold man could be so warm and soft. I didn't give it any thought so I was as stunned as him at my own action and couldn't even move out of shock until I felt his hands coming up to grab my waist and he pulled me into himself. My body felt burns and chills at the same time where his fingers were digging into my skin in a firm but not painful hold. Suddenly I was too conscious about the things that his touch was making me feel. The pause we both took out of shock had me thinking for a moment that he would pull back but instead, he tilted his mouth and deepened the kiss with a sudden force that I almost lost my step. A gasp of shock couldn't find a place to escape me because of the way his mouth was perfectly occupying m