CARTER's PovSomeone clearing their throat caught my attention and my eyes darted over to see Collins, my personal assistant, standing rather awkwardly in front of the open door, looking at every single spot but at me. "Who granted you the permission to come into my office?" I asked him with a voice that was laced with irritation. "And what the fuck do you want Collins?" I emphasized with angry eyes.“Um, sir, your father, he might have placed a call to your private phone. He said he was not able to reach you and asked me to check up on you,” He started before I could cut him off. “Okay, and what else did he tell you to do?” I barked out harshly. The thought of my father always left a bitter taste in my mouth. It was always something sinister with him. “I think he may be on his way over because he said to let you know this so that you would ‘tidy up’”“Tidy up?” I questioned him with raised brows, “what the fuck does he mean by that?”“Um, I- I do not think that I know that sir. Bu
CARTER’S POV I watched her with hooded eyes, taking in the graceful way she sat on the chair. She had on a touch of makeup today and a glossy kind of lip color that made me think of wanting to kiss her pink soft lips. “I um… I just wanted to see you…… I kind of missed you that is all,” she said to me. I felt a jolt of excitement as well as something else that I could not place my fingers on. But I refused to dwell on it, settling for just a nonchalant smirk in return. It was rare for any woman to come over to see me just because they missed me. The rest of them only came if I had been the one to directly call them over for their services or whenever they actually felt bold enough to come over because they needed some money. All in all, coming to see me was a dare that most of them did not dare to take. Well, there was a first to everything and Alvira was definitely a first. And here she was, all because she wanted to see me. If it were any other girl, I would have ha
ALVIRA’S POVHe was too good to be true, I thought as I walked up to my shared apartment. He was the definition of everything I vowed to stay away from but then, there was this gentleness he possessed that made me want to both run as far away from him as possible but still want to run back to him and just be with him for the rest of my life. He provided me with so much safety and comfort that I could no longer see myself being that way with anyone else. It was like he was my knight in shining armor. No, he was more mysterious than a knight in shining armor. He was my dark knight. He was so dangerous and influential and dominant and he made me weak in the knees but then, he was so gentle with me, even when he used harsh words with me, it was like he was trying to toughen me up and a part of me liked it. It revealed in the feeling of being submissive to him. It was like I could just look at him and feel all my worries fade away. My mind went back to the day we first met at the stri
ALVIRA’S POVIt was well past midnight and Clarissa had fallen asleep halfway into the movie which was about two hours ago. I didn’t have the mind to wake her up when she looked so peaceful in her sleep. Her illness always left her weak and even the littlest activity left her breathless and so, she had to rest very often. I had no issue with this. If anything, I wouldn’t mind if she didn’t do anything and just rested. All I ever wanted was for her to get better.I had tried to sleep for hours and hours to no avail and I had ended up tossing and turning on my bed, my mind in a turmoil as it tried to win the fight it apparently had with my heart. I couldn’t help the fear in my heart of falling completely in love with Carter. Yes, I was already on the edge and I knew that he was going to be one of the main people in my life but for some reason, I still felt like I was still holding back from completely falling off the edge and completely letting myself go hoping he would catch me and n
ALVIRA’S POV“Yes, sweets?”“Um, I wanted to ask you something…..” I muttered, fiddling with the hem of my top as I looked down at the floor. He was not here but I could still feel the intensity of his stares and felt intimidated by it. It was like he could see right through me. Like he could see deep inside of me, into my heart and see my feelings and thoughts and secrets. “Sweets, you are going to have to be louder than that if you need me to actually hear what it is that you are saying. I can barely hear you. What did I say about speaking to myself?” He asked, his tone stern as though he was scolding a four year old child. “I- I -I’m sorry.” I murmured. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I did not like being scolded. I know I should be stronger than this but sometimes, it’s just so hard to be strong. Besides, it’s Carter. I don’t know how to be strong around him. I always felt like a child around him. Safe. “What was that?” He asked, his tone still stern like a parent talking
ALVIRA’S povI stared blankly into space as I struggled to focus on the online class that I was currently participating in to no avail. My attempt was greatly futile. I sighed inaudibly as my mind kept drifting back to the last time that Carter and I hung out.I had been unable to sleep the entire night and he had come over to see me at my place. I had not even been expecting to see him.Apparently, he had had other plans other than just coming over for us to talk, plans that I knew but did not want to speak about.I remembered standing in front of my mirror, staring at myself while adjusting my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. I had spent the entire day thinking about my life and the one I was going to have with Carter, a man that I had met on my first night working as a waitress in a nightclub.He was no doubt charming and sweet. He always had a smile that made my stomach flutter with butterflies. But I knew that he was no ordinary man. He would also have a dark side to h
CARTER'S POV I was treading on very thin ice and I knew it. I knew that it was just a matter of time before it would all blow up on my rather handsome face. I know that all these shenanigans with Alvira were just a ploy only to gain my father’s trust, his approval and to quickly get back my inheritance. And I was so hell-bent on making sure that it would be what eventually happens. There were not supposed to be any real feelings or strings attached between the both of us, if only she knew. She was just a mere pawn in the game. She was quite unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire between my dad and I, and that was all that it entailed. There was really nothing more and nothing less.So why? Why did all of this thought leave a bitter taste in my mouth? Why do I continually feel like I have been stung by a million bees? And why does my heart feel heavier, weighing me down the longer I thought of just how broken she was going to be when the time would come for me to finally
CARTER'S POV I am still not sure how I got here. I was deeply stuck in conflict. I did not plan on this. Hell! I didn't even know it was happening until it was already too late. But now, here I was, completely stuck in a web of feelings that I could not untangle. Everything, it was all because of her. I needed to do something about her and I needed to do whatever it was swiftly. My father was going to be so pleased if he found out that I could not complete this one small task. I could already see him smirking at me with that evil glint in his mischievous eyes. He would be so gay with glee that he was correct about me being useless, me picking the wrong girl and me developing feelings for her on the mission.However, the thing was that I could not even decide whether I wanted to keep my distance from her or get closer to her. A part of me wanted to run in the opposite direction the second that she would walk into the room. But then she would say something to me or look at me in the
ALVIRA’S POVWell, recently, my previously boring life has been going rather smoothly, or as smoothly as it could go. It had received more spice since Carter came into it. So far, Clarissa and I have found many other ways to cheer me up and get me to stop thinking of the name that will not be mentioned. It has been ten days since Carter and I had had our last disastrous meeting that had left me so sad that I would still wake in the night thinking of that monstrous thing and later cry myself to sleep every night. What did I ever do to have to go through all these with him? Was all this just a game to him? Did he ever mean the words he said to me? Why did he have to make me question everything I ever believed in? How could he do this and subject me to such emotional turmoil?I sat on my makeshift desk and looked into the screen of my laptop. We were having another class and I was struggling to try to make sense of why Carter just had to make me feel so less of a human being. He
CARTER’S POVEverything felt unreal.That was because for the third time and hopefully the last time, ladies and gentlemen, it is safe to say that for the first time in a long time that I, the mighty Carter Blane, had two sexy women stark naked in front of me with little to no response from me. There was no familiar rush of blood to my member, no familiar rush of want and desire, no familiar need to have my cock in them, pumping and thrusting till I would come deep inside of them, my thick cum filling their hungry pussy to the brim.And, I felt a tad bit embarrassed about the fact that my member was unable to function in their presence. Okay, maybe it was a lot of embarrassment. I still can't believe that no other woman was capable of making me feel so much and also feel so little at the same time. However, because I am Carter Blane and because I never let myself get embarrassed, I decided to make do with exactly what I had. But that was a story for another day. Right now, I was do
CARTER’S POVTwo whole hours later and yet it was still safe to say that I was yet to still not get any tangible work done.It is still safe once again to say that I could not also get any form of sleep despite how much I tried.I was stuck on Alvira with the whole of my mind, body and soulSo it was no doubt surprising when I was there three hours later still angrily tossing and turning and unable to find any bit of sleep. How was I supposed to focus on anything when I could barely do no quite right without my mind drifting back to her. I sat up and went to bed and reached for my mobile phone. I meant to use it to distract myself, but I ended up fiddling with the electronic device. And for a while I questioned myself on whether I should call her or text her, leaving a short message. I wondered also if I should just ignore her and continue to keep up my act.In all honesty, the past eight days have been torture while I was going through the motions of going to work and back and num
CARTER’S POVPunch.The sound ricocheted throughout the gym room.I needed to stop thinking of her. Fuck! Now I was thinking of her, again.Punch. This one was much louder, harder.Why the hell could I not stop thinking of her?Why was she all up in my head like a children's rhyme, stuck in my brain? She was like an imprint in my head and tried as hard as I could, I still could not completely get her out of my head. She was all that I could think of. Only thoughts of her woke me up daily. They were with me even as I went about my day. Those same thoughts of her lulled me to sleep after every exhausting day. And it should not be so because she was supposed to be my pawn in the game between my father and I. She was supposed to become my victim, one that I would use and break beyond any form of redemption.And here I was now in my private gym on the underground floor of my apartment. I have been trying my best to get her out of my mind to no avail. I had tried different means, be
ALVIRA’S POV“ALVIRAAA!!” I jumped up out of the bed and ran out of my room and into the living room, a bath in hand as I looked around for any possible threats but there was apparently no one in sight. I looked around just to be sure, my guard way up as I skimmed everywhere for any possible threats. Seeing none, I looked over at Clarissa whose eyes were glued to her laptop, a glass of tea next to it. I walked up to her, my eyes squinting to adjust to the light from the screen. I still found it hard to adjust to the brightness of her screen. It was always on the highest level. It was a surprise she was not blind at this point. “‘Rissa, what is the matter? Why are you screaming my name this early in the morning? The sun is not even out.” I groaned, rubbing my eyes to shake the sleep from them. That did not work though. “Oh! Come on. Don’t be so dramatic.” She said, waving her hands to dismiss me. I scoffed. I was being dramatic? I was not the one who was screaming the house down f
ALVIRA’S POVIt has been two weeks since that very disastrous date and Carter is yet to call or text or even show up at my door. I have to admit, a part of me missed him and was in despair that he had not initiated a call or even made any effort to reach out to me. I could not count how many times I had run to my phone once I got a notification hoping and wishing it was him but only getting disappointed that it was just something else and not him. Clarissa had made me promise that I would not be the one who initiated contact and all I can say is that it has been hell trying my hardest to keep to that promise. But I understood where she was coming from. I needed to make sure that he knew that I could live life without him and I could see how that was aimed at making me more confident but with every day that passed without a call or text from Carter, I felt my heart break down a little more. It hurt to realize that I was so dispensable that he could go days without talking to me or
ALVIRA’S POVI cried. I cried for myself. I cried because of my situation. I cried for my past. And I cried for my life at that moment. Why couldn’t I just get some peace and clarity in my life, you know? “It’s alright.” Clarissa cooed. After a few minutes of crying and Clarissa trying her best to console me, I sat up, detangling myself from her. I looked down at my hands that were fiddling with themselves on my laps. “Talk to me, what happened?” She asked once again. I took a deep breath and looked up at her. “We were supposed to go somewhere serene and just have some food and drinks and come back home, you know? We went over to one of his restaurants downtown and went up to the last floor just so we could be alone and just have our dinner. We were enjoying ourselves and just enjoying each other’s company on the drive there, but as soon as we got to the restaurant and on the elevator, it was like he had changed from the kind, loving and carefree person to the cold hearted, dista
ALVIRA’S POVLunch was delicious. ‘Rissa and I had taken turns making lunch and we had ended up on the couch with our food and drinks on the table. We were back to watching our reruns of Teen Wolf. These were the times I always looked forward to. We were three episodes in when she suddenly started talking. “You know,” she started, picking up the remote and pausing the movie while turning to face me. I also turned to face her. “You have not really told me how your date went last night.” She said, I looked down, my mood suddenly turning sour as my mind once again subconsciously went back to the night before. “You don’t have to blush. And yea, I know. I saw your note on the table before I went off to sleep in my room. I must say. I am kind of digging this new style, you know? Spontaneous night dates and hangouts. It’s like you guys are sneaking around to get the best of the night life without being scared of what might happen. I like that for you.” She rambled. I raised my head to
ALVIRA’S POVWhy do I have to have the worst fate when it comes to love? I thought to myself as I sobbed in the confines of my room. To think I was so stupid to think that Carter and I would ever amount to anything. That he would care for me to the point of according to me the decency of respecting me in public. I think back to the dinner we just had. It was surprising how he had gone from sweet and caring to me to being a total douchebag. Even going as far as openly flirting with that ugly looking stupid bastard lady of a waitress. Okay, I may have over exaggerated this. She was pretty, had nice toned legs that were not too thick or too thin, with perky breasts, from what I saw when she flashed them at Carter. Her face looked clear and she had a level of confidence when she walked. It was like she knew people were paying attention to her. I groaned, turning over on my bed, my eyes finding the little starry lights I had placed on the ceiling. I sighed once again. I guess I was not