DISCLAIMER: VERBAL ASSAULT (FORMS OF RACISM) & PHYSICAL ASSAULT, INCLUDING SPIKING WILL BE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY. IF YOU'RE UNABLE TO READ, I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU SKIP THE CHAPTERS MENTIONED AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT.CHAPTER 04CHAPTER 18CHAPTER 35 I WILL UPDATE THE DISCLAIMER AS I CONTINUE THE STORYThis is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.◊◊◊Zia"Thank you for your purchase. Please do come again." I smiled as I packed her pastries in a paper bag. My cheeks hurt so much from all this smiling. This was exhausting.Sighing, I held my hips and looked around the store; it was almost closing time. Thank God. Cleaning up the trash the customers left on the desks, I mentally groaned as I heard the bell sound, notifying me t
ZiaIt's been 3 months since I last saw the mysterious man who bought out Ouma's bakery. As expected, Ouma was shocked and nearly accused me of stealing everything. However, she realised that the money accounted for everything that wasn't there.When I got to work the next morning, as I opened the door, Chris appeared out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of me. He wore an oversized sweater and pulled the hood over his head, almost covering his face. I would not have seen the fresh bruises on his face if I had not crouched. He apologised to me for causing me to be scared and for his actions from the previous day, recognising that his behaviour was inappropriate. I agreed with him but didn't feel his apology was necessary. There was a look of panic on his face as he continuously scanned his surroundings. I hadn't seen him since. I stood in the kitchen, as I scrolled through my phone, passively responding to my friend's texts that would come in every once and then. They said they coul
ZiaHe stopped dancing and raised his eyebrow, slowly touching his waist. "Oh? That's all you have to say?" He snarled, and I raised my eyebrow. What did he want me to say?"You're marrying me off," I shrugged, my feelings still foreign. "You want me to cry and beg you not to?" I asked, and he clicked his tongue, raising his finger."You–you!" He pointed his finger at me, stressing his slurred words. The bastard's drunk already. "See what I will do to you." "What? Are you going to make sure I don't get married?" I rolled my eyes, and he cursed as he took steps forward; my mother raised her hand, and he halted in his steps. "Please leave," she whispered, tilting her head to look at him. "I want to speak to her." "Mxm, I'll be at the tavern," he said as he looked me up and down before he dragged his feet to the door. "They'll return her within a week." He muttered as he pulled the door open and stumbled out of the house; only if he could fall on a rock on his way there. "Zia," she
ZiaI sat next to Mateo in the car; my hands clasped on my lap as I looked down at them. Mateo was glued to his phone, and I couldn't ignore how nervous I felt. Honestly, I was scared, too; I didn't know a single thing about him, only that he liked to buy out bakeries. And who knows, what if he was in a cult that believed in sacrificing people, and I just married him!?In the front seat was the driver, and the iced latte guy who would almost pass as Mateo. Even though both of them had smiled at me, it didn't help my uneasy feeling.The car we were in? Was a black SUV with tinted windows, all the people with Theo were dressed in black suits, and I was pretty sure I saw a gun when the iced latte guy pushed his hands into his pockets.What's the gun for!?The mood in the car was quiet and uncomfortable. I'm not saying I'm one for getting into conversations with just about anyone, but I was pretty sure they could hear my heart violently beat against my chest. I had stopped crying the minu
MateoI was at a loss for words when Zia asked me that question; I cocked my head slightly to the side and took a deep breath in."Uh. No," I chuckled. Why did this feel so awkward to answer? "I gave you your own room so that you could be comfortable in your own space," I said, and she slowly nodded. "Do you have a problem with that?" She shook her head and tilted downwards. Why does she always do that?"No, if that's what you want, then I have no reason to oppose," she said, and as much as she looked relieved, it also looked like it disturbed her."Why do you—" My phone rang in my pocket, and I took it out, seeing Luis' name written across the screen. "Please excuse me," I told her as I raised my phone."We found 'em," he said, and I clenched my jaw."On my way," I hung up the phone. "I have some business to take care of," I told her, and she raised her head. That really had to be a conversation we had when I got back. Why does she always have her head cast down?"What about the foo
ZiaNaked, I stood in Mateo's room as he held his bloody shirt against his chest. I was too shocked to cover up and move.Mateo walked towards me with his gown and carefully draped it over my body without saying anything. I wanted to move away from him, but all I could focus on was the blood staining his face; still, he said nothing as he carried me bridal style and took me back to my bedroom.He laid me down on my bed and covered my body with the blanket; he looked at me while I stared at him without knowing what to say. My heart was stuck in my throat, and I was sure my tears flowed down my face. I'm scared. He brushed my hair backwards and clenched his jaw, muttering a string of foreign words."Are you going to kill me?" I asked him. I didn't know what had pushed me to ask that question, but I instantly regretted it. He smiled and shook his head."Nah, you didn't do anything to me," he said as he got up and stood straight. "Sleep," he switched off my light and closed the door. I fi
MateoLuis and I walked into Abuelo's compound, and I could already feel the migraine begin as we walked into his office. I could tell how mad he was. He hadn't said anything yet; he stared at us, and I sighed as I unbuttoned my jacket and sat down."Dios mío qué pensarías!" He shouted, raising his hands, and I shrugged my shoulders. [What the fuck were you thinking?]"He pissed me off," I said as I got up and walked over to his bar, pouring a drink, I raised the glass towards him, and he shook his hand."I can't drink that shit; my cholesterol is high enough," he said, and I poured a drink for Luis. I passed it to him, and he looked at me with a smirk."It's 9 a.m., Mateo," he said, and I scowled at him."So what?" I asked, and he chuckled while taking a sip of his drink."It's too early," he said, and my grandfather roared angrily."The only thing that's too early is for this motherfucker to make decisions about killing people without talking to me first!""It was necessary, Abuelo,
ZiaMateo and I walked into the mall. He guided me through the stores with his hand holding my wrist. It was not like I wanted to run away or anything, but I kept telling him how unnecessary all this was. I already bought some clothes, and I didn't need any more."Let's start with this one," I cringed at the name. This place was too expensive, and I could definitely get items from this store somewhere else cheaper. "It's too expensive," I said as I put down the fifth item. Even though I could get the items cheaper in a smaller store, the quality was out of this world. I never thought I'd get to feel something like this in my life. "It isn't," Mateo sighed and threw the item into the hamper. Just like every other piece of clothing I touched or sighed at, he would take it regardless of my attempts at telling him I didn't need it. "Can you just get what you want here, and then we can move on to the next store," he closed his phone and stared at me."But I'm telling you, I don't need an
Mateo“Yes, make sure to schedule it for tonight,” I said into the phone as I pulled my chair back and sat down and stared at my laptop.“You sure? Isn’t it Zia’s last exam today? Don’t you want to spend time with her?” Luis goaded on the other side of the phone and I rolled my eyes.“Yes, just do as I say. Bye,” I hung up the phone before he could respond with something stupid, and I stared at the document that was waiting for me. Ugh, I hated work—but not as much as I hated that boy in my wife’s class. What would it take to get her to not like him as much?He was always there, trying his hardest to seduce my wife with hopes that he would take her from me. Imagine that. My wife and I had been pretty vocal about rejecting him, but I was starting to think that I just needed to press a gun against his head and that would be loud enough. But he would run and tattle tale to my wife and then she would be angry at me; I didn’t want that.I loved her, and I was struggling to keep my feelings
Warning: This is a long chapter, so I made it free 🌻3Zia“This food sucks,” Luis grumbled as he pushed the fork into his mouth. Tania supported his claims by humming as she sipped her iced tea.“Zia’s food tastes better than this,” she whined, and her eyes met mine. I instantly got up, and Mateo grabbed my hand, pulled me back down, and stared at them. Using my free hand, I covered my face, trying to hide my smile.Mateo wasn’t afraid to show people that he was with me; he would always hold my hand or press kisses wherever he wanted to, while I, on the other hand, was always so conscious of whether people were watching us or not.My eyes met Drew’s, and he slightly glanced away, playing around with the food on his plate. Carol’s eyes widened as she gestured to Drew with her eyes.I’m getting tired of him. Geez, this act was getting old.“I’m not going to let my wife cook for all of you guys,” he said, and Tania swallowed, looking away, but Luis decided to challenge him even further
ZiaI stretched my arms over my head as I walked to the kitchen area. My shirt dress reached mid-thigh, and I was still feeling a bit foggy because I had just woken up. Even though I had brushed my teeth and done my morning face routine, I couldn’t help but feel extremely tired.Exams were showing me just how much I should have stayed home as a housewife, but I didn’t want to give up just yet. It had been two weeks since we came from the weekend retreat at Mateo’s family island, and I was more than ready to go back.I had the best experience there, and new experiences. It was my first time on the beach; it was my first time on a retreat with friends and it was my first time to experience something so beautiful.“Good morning, baby,” Mateo greeted me as he walked toward me with a cup of tea in his hands. He pressed his lips against the corner of my lips and my chest felt extremely warm as I stared into his honey-brown eyes. “You woke up early today, you don’t have an exam though,” he s
Zia“Mateo, stop, that tickles,” I giggled as I flinched, pushing him away and he pulled me closer, pressing his lips on my neck as he pushed his fingers inside my shorts.Oh fuck.“You got me excited,” he said huskily as he pushed his hips into my back, and I softly sighed as I felt all of him against it. “So, you should take responsibility.”Gladly, I want to take responsibility.He gently pushed my lower back, pressing me against the table. A gasp left my lips as his other hand moved up my chest, softly skimming over my bra as his breath fanned over my neck. This position felt—are we going to do it? Now?I wasn’t quite ready for it yet because even with his fingers, it felt like I was already stretched fully, and those were just his fingers. I had felt histhingbefore, even though I had never seen it.I had felt all of it, and right now, it was pressing into my back. I just knew it would take me a while to get used to him or to fit all of him into me.I hope I don’t disappoint.His
Mateo“T-Teo, wait,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my head as she pushed me away. My fingers stopped moving inside her, and she sighed as she pushed her hips down on my fingers, trying to get me to move again.Greedy little thing.“Wait,” she breathed out, licking her lips and patting my head.Is it weird that I liked that?“You can’t do that,” she whispered, and I tilted my head to the side.“Do what?” My voice was thick with lust, and the longer she was making me wait, the longer she would spend time with me here.“You can’t press your lips down there,” she mumbled, embarrassment clear on her face as she placed her hand over it. “It’s dirty.”“Oh?” I chuckled, pushing my fingers further inside her, curling them in the process and she squealed surprised, throwing her hand off her face as she covered her mouth. “But I can put my fingers in here—” I pulled them out, watching as her cum dripped down my fingers.My dick painfully ached as she breathed softly, her eyes fluttering as
ZiaAre we really just going to go to sleep?I watched Mateo exit the bathroom while I sat on the bed with my legs crossed. I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation when I was in the shower, and to say I was embarrassed that I barely had any experience would be an understatement.Even though Mateo didn’t know before, since the conversation with Tania and Carol, it made me wonder if I wasn’t desirable to Mateo.Argh, I feel like my head is about to explode just thinking about this!With a huff, I threw the continental pillows onto the floor and pulled the covers back, suddenly feeling irritated. Mateo stopped what he was doing and watched me, shocked, as I fluffed out my pillow and threw myself onto the bed, covering myself with the blankets.“Zia, what’s wrong?” He asked slowly, and I rolled my eyes, closing them; I moved around on the bed, trying to get comfortable.“Nothing, I’m just tired,” I mumbled, and he didn’t respond.I wouldn’t respond, too.Ugh, I’m embarrassed.He mo
Zia“Oh my gosh! Remind me to kiss the ground your husband walks on when he gets here,” Carol groaned as she sipped her cocktail, sighing happily. She leaned back into her chair and moaned as the sun hit her chest.“My parents are rich, but would never let me go on a random weekend retreat. Is your husband single by any chance?” Malik asked as he stretched his legs out, groaning as he stretched his arms over his head.“Yeah, is he looking for a girlfriend?” Carol asked as she leaned in closer to me. I giggled as I shook my head, sipping my juice from the straw.“I don’t think he is looking for a girlfriend, and no Malik, he isn’t single. Sorry,” I smiled, taking another sip.“He’s just showing off,” Drew grumbled, and Carol groaned, rolling her eyes.“You know, if you’re just going to grumble and complain the whole time, you should go back into your room and stop trying to spoil it for the rest of us,” Carol bit out and downed the rest of her drink.“Zia is the one that invited me, not
MateoMy shoulder slightly moved backwards from the force of the gun as it pushed the bullet out, hitting the mark on the target practice. I pushed the trigger again, and another bullet came out, piercing through the target; the page tore open from the number of holes that had filled it in the last few minutes.Swapping the pistol for the shotgun, I angled the gun so that it wouldn’t cause me to harm my arm. Relaxing my stiff shoulders, I took a deep breath in and pressed the trigger, the beanbag in the shotgun filling the silence in the room as it flew across and landed on my victim for the day.And unfortunately, it wasn’t Marcello. His screams filled the room as if a bullet had pierced his skin, but it was only a beanbag. Sure, it came with some force, but he was being dramatic.“Bro, you need to stop at some point,” Luis said as he brought his vape to his lips, inhaling the smoke deeply before sighing as he blew it out. “This psychological torture you’ve got going on isn’t cool at
Trigger Warning. Physical Assault. Proceed With Caution.Zia“Have you started preparing for the exams?” Carol asked, and I sighed as I put the bowl down. I adjusted the phone between my shoulder and ear as I took hold of it and leaned against the kitchen counter.“Is that why you called me? To stress me out?” I asked her, and she groaned. I could hear her flipping the pages, and a small smile grew on my face.I was just as anxious for the exams; however, lately, I had been high on a beautiful drug, and I refused to panic so early.“May we please study together? I don’t know why I feel so nervous, but I’m literally crapping my pants right now.”“Don’t we have like a month until exams?” I asked as I wiped the sink and faucet clean.“Zia, is a month enough for what we’re studying?” She deadpanned, and I giggled as I turned around and walked over to the dining room table, where my books were scattered all over.“No, but I’m just saying stressing early won’t help. You know that very well,