The door opens drawing my attention and I looked up, ah, well if it isn’t the adulteress. I do a mental face palm at the word, I can’t believe I just called someone that even in my head, it’s… mean and unlike me. Fuck. And I can’t believe I just used the f-word. What is wrong with me? I never judged people based on their life choices, I don’t know what they’ve been through. And judging was just wrong period. “I didn’t realize you had return” she smiled politely, a dimple popping in her cheek, her hair is in a bun with soft curls framing her face. Pretty. And why the hell was I scrutinizing her looks? Damn it. I cursed then winced. I’m just a bag of curse words today aren’t I? She’s holding what looks to be a basket of freshly laundered clothes. “I can come back later if you want” Biting my tongue as I don’t trust myself not to say something mean, I wave at her to go ahead. I want to act clueless but I know where my sudden dislike for her stems from. I dislike any form of ad
Last night, after Ian left, I pushed my books away needing a moment to breathe. For what reason would he demand I have his ring at all time. How obnoxious and controlling and- Damn it. I understand having it on for public events and so on but even in school and at home? Why? I didn’t want to, it would be a constant reminder and I already have enough as it is. He took my home, and my Beatle and- It’s like he’s bulldoze into my life and trying to make me do things his way. A surge of emotion stirs in my stupid chest spreading a bitter taste across my tongue. I was… hurt. From this texts and then talking to his on the phone, a part of me began to see him as human. He knew emojis for goodness sake. I’d begun to humanize him. I thought we were beginning to find common ground. And maybe he wasn’t all that bad. What the hell was I expecting? He canceled my dorm application just to keep me under his thumb and here I was humanizing him. Stupid, freaking stupid. Well thanks to him fo
There’s a man sitting leg crossed on the love seat by the far wall. “Good evening kitten” his fingers steeped in front of him.“What the hell?!” I snapped, one hand to my chest to calm my beating heart. “Don’t stop on my account” he flicked his index finger at me.I push the straps of my dress back into place. “You scared the crap out of me!” “That was not my intention” his voice is smooth as velvet, it sent a shiver down my spine.I swallowed hard, “What are you doing here?” “Waiting for you, obviously” He could have waited somewhere else. I almost-I almost undressed right here with him in the room if I haven’t thought to turn around. Heat spreads across my limbs, I didn’t even want to imagine. Exhaling, I crossed my hands at my chest trying to get my head on straight, I look at him, he’s not moved an inch since our exchange, it’s likely why I didn’t see him. It felt weird for him to be in my room, the last time was my first night here and I was dead tired to process anything,
“I’m bored” “Hm?” I looked at my friend who has her arms stretched over her head arching her spine and leaning to the left and the right, she yawns loudly, then again, we’ve been at this for over three hours. She had taken one look at my left hand this morning and arched a brow, I had rolled my eyes and responded to her silent question “Please, say nothing” Yes, I caved in a slipped on the rings before leaving my room this morning after deciding that getting in another confrontation with Ian wasn’t worth it. And I didn’t want to think of what he might do if I kept going against him, yes, I know, I’m such a coward. I’ve accepted it and I was moving on. But I’ve already sacrificed so much, what’s one more thing? It’s just a piece of jewelry. Yikes. I still haven’t spoken to dad, I received an update from his nurse: He is comfortable, sleeping a lot. The text had said. My fingers hovered on the call button this morning, it’s the longest we’ve gone without speaking since he was d
God help me. Ms. Pat is already running up and down by the time I pulled into the driveway she quickly ushered me into my room and the bathroom where a bath is awaiting smelling of vanilla and roses flaring over it. From my peripheral I see a dress laid out on the bed. It looks like blood was spilled on my bed, that's how red the material was. "In you go" she shooed at the bathroom and I went without any complains as I needed to wash off the sweat of the day. I spend the next thirty minutes soaking with my hair in a bun. Texting back and forth with Hannah, apparently, she didn’t want to be left out of any part of the evening. I even sent her a picture of the bath I was in, crossing my legs to get a shot, a rose petal hanging on my skin, I frown at the picture zooming in to see if my foot looked weird shrugging, I click send deciding she’ll manage it like that. I place my phone on the edge and close my eyes then jerked upright. “What!” I quickly snatch my phone and clicked on the l
In the car, my hand goes to my neck once more and I take a look using my phone front camera, I wondered if this was going to become a thing, him buying me jewelry and placing it on me whenever we have to make an appearance. He does seem to have a good taste. Expensive too. “Anything I need to know about the party?” “It’s a fundraiser for charity where New York elite prefer to wine and dine before issuing the cheeks, palms are greased, deals are made, you know how it goes” “Charity? I didn’t know you did that” He chuckles. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me kitten” Well that bit is true, and the thought did come to me earlier today, I’m debating asking him questions but the vehicle pulls to a stop. A valet opens the door and Ian steps out first leaning down to offer me his hand, this is it, our first appearance as a couple. I clasp his fingers, placing my foot on the pavement. “Smile, kitten” he says and the cameras begin to flash. Right, I’d forgotten the media cov
I clicked on the messages and photos I sent to Hannah, needless to say she’s pleased with my work on updating her so far. “She’s young” the first voice said and I’ve decided to dub her the leader of this group, “And that’s about it, young pussy always get to men, he’ll be back on prowl soon enough” “Did you that piece on her neck” the question is whispered with a bit of awe. “I think everyone saw the piece of her neck, Stacy, it’d be hard not to” the leader clicked her tongue. “I heard her father is rich” says the second voice. “Our fathers are all rich and all we have is Tiffany bracelets and some fake diamonds. That doesn’t look like it was gotten at Tiffany” “You wouldn’t know with your fathers gambling habit” “This isn’t about me Cassie” Jesus. Were they about to start fighting? I shoot Hannah a text and reply one of Sam’s for me to have a good weekend. “I’ll try to talk to him tonight, he wouldn’t be able to resist all this” the leader says and I can almost i
** I was starving when I woke up I practically ran to the kitchen before I even brushed my teeth, after a hearty meal I dragged my limbs to my room too full to walk like a normal person, I laid down for another half and hour before getting up to clean and dress. I got dressed in a faded blue sweater I’ve had since I was fifteen. It had being a Christmas present from dad. Tugged on a pair of sit off and crawled back on my bed. Hannah and Kyle had also been at a school party so there were lots of pictures on social media. I see several messages from Hannah trying to convince me to post a few pictures from last night on my social. I turned her down. Hannah: But you look smoking. Me: Nope. I had a few snapshots and selfies on my i*******m but any pictures from last night is a big no no, that girl… she isn’t me. She’s another version of me, the wife of Ian Quinn, the expensive dress, the gem and make up. That girl is something to be envied, like those women from the bathroom. All that
“He used to come visit us” a voice called lightly behind me. It’s been two weeks since Ian moved back into the house, and I gradually returned to the land of the living, doing... well, things like waking up, leaving my bed, and talking to other people, this is one step I hadn't been able to make until this afternoon. We were taking it slow. I was learning to trust him again. We talked, spending as much time outside work as we could, breakfast every morning before he went to work and I, did whatever I wanted as it was the summer break, then dinner in the evenings, maybe a movie, and then bed. Separate beds. It was a little weird. But like I said, taking it slow. He showed me the file he had on me, it had been… very detailed, and even contained some information I hadn’t known about myself. He’s also promised not to keep things from me again. I’ve been spending more and more time at the foundation, Naomi agreed to take me on as an assistant teacher for the little
I am so wet I did take much, only a slight bite of pain which I ignored in my need to have him inside, I shook as I sat on his hips, our groins flushed as flutters recked me. I cupped my breast pinching my nipple as I rolled my hips. So thick, hot and hard between my walls I fell foward, a hand smooths up my spine, into my hair and he captured my lips in a deep kiss. Groaning into my mouth as my hips rolled taking him deeper. Fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking good” he groaned moving beneath me. Flashes of lightening colored the sky lightening up the room. “No” I knocked his hand away planted my palms on his chest when he made to rise, his hands reaching for me. “No Ian! Or I’ll stop” I warned slamming my hips down on his cock. He made a pained sound and curled his hands into a fist. “Let me touch you baby, please” “No” I snapped. Veins corded his neck as he threw his head back, pleasure and pain twisting his features as I boun
Panic gripped me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea” I couldn’t stay here with him. Alone. “Incase you didn’t notice, it’s raining heavily” My eyes flew to the windows, rivulets of water lined the glass. “I’ll drive carefully, it’s fine” “Absolutely not, you will stay” the sharpness of his tone had me glancing at him. This close, the light amusement drained from his features and I noted a hint of displeasure in his eyes. “You are upset” But why? “What gave it away?” He cocked. “I’ve been away from my wife and my home for almost two weeks, your father passed and you spun my wishes to comfort you, you act as though I am a stranger when we have lived together for almost half a year, so yes, wife, I am upset, but that is a conversation for another time because even in my displeasure, I worry, so you will stay the night, I have several bedrooms, pick one. Allen will drop you off in the morning” Well crap. With nothing to say, I dipped my chin. It was futile anyway.
The location leads me to an apartment complex in the city. I pack in the underground garage, The black Ferrari I’d named Bumper was packed at the curb when I stepped out of the house, the key fob in the drivers seat when I made my way around. I glance around as I shut off the vehicle my phone pinged with a text in the cup holder. Second elevator. It read Passcode: 0676 I drew in a fortifying breath before popping the door open. Cool wind blasted my face and through my loose hair. I tugged my jacket closer, seems it’s going to rain, I think as I looked around for the elevator and made my way towards it. After agreeing to meet him, I’d taken some time to freshen up and actually run a brush through my hair. I pushed the call button, moving from foot to foot, my belly queasy as waited for the evaluator to arrive. Ping I startled as the elevator door slid open. Is it too late to get back in my car? I could just tell him something came up. And talk later, it didn’t hav
** Heat swooped down my belly settling in my core. Long fingers smoothed down my chest, cupping the weight and settling on my taut nipple pinching softly, I hummed, moaning out a name.My toes curled, heat enveloped me, molten lava swooped down my belly and I ached right there, between my legs. I let out a low moan, my thighs clenching at the beautiful stretch, a finger pressed down my clit and I sighed. I loved it when he did that. The movement quickened, smooth thrusts, and my thighs parted to give him more room, my head rolling from side to side as pleasure swept through me. I gasped and my lids blinked open, I was on my side one the bed, my heart beating so fast, in tempo with the throbbing between my legs. I shifted unto my back, blinking in confusion as reality washed over me, I'm in bedAlone.My core clenched painfully around my fingers and I realized how close to orgasm I was.I glanced at the bed once more, scanning the room and confirmed I was truly alone.I could have sw
The day after Ian left, Dad passed away in his sleep, the nurse said his heart stopped beating. He’d gone quietly, painlessly. He was buried a week later.I didn't go. I couldn’t. I bared a grudge, maybe later I’d regret it but I am hurt. It wasn't like me, goody two shoes Katy, who always did what was expected of me. I didn't recognize myself these days.He’d been laid to rest beside my mum as he wanted. With mom and dad gone, and him… I was truly alone now. I’d gotten condolences and well wishes from Elise and Naomi, a few of Dad’s colleagues, his assistant at the company, and peers from high school on my social media had reached out also.I looked at them without responding.At some point, I got a notification that I'd missed my appointment at the clinic for another shot of birth control and to reschedule. I swiped away the notification so fast, and turned off my phone after that. Hannah has been by twice, the first time, I’d been surprised to see her and it showed. “You hav
“I will not risk you” “I’m not asking Ian, I’ve made my decision. I need to see this through, I must” I swallowed shakingly. Learning about my mother sealed it. I was coming along end of. “I’m not asking Ian, I’ve made my decision. I need to see this through, I must” For as long as I can remember, I let others make decisions in my life. No more. Ian refused and I threatened to follow them. “Not if you lock you in your room” he returned. “Do that and I’ll never speak to you again!” I yelled. “At least you’ll be alive” I shook on the spot. “I’m not joking Ian- I swear I’ll- I need to be there. If they killed my mother, almost killed me, I need to see them face to face” He glared at me. I glared right back. My mind was made up. That evening, we seat at the back of the Bently. Mr. Allen drove with Mason rode shotgun. Another vehicle with security traveling behind us. I'm slightly surprised when we come to a stop in a normal looking building. I half expe
“You knew me… before the courthouse,” I say the next morning. In his office where I'd met he and Mr Allen talking in low tones over a screen. They immediately went quiet, Ian had clicked it off when I let myself in and I wondered how many times I've seen him do that. I never cared to check what he was doing, and why would I? The other man nodded once and left the room. And I shoved my hands into my front pockets as I walked further into the room. He seems more himself this morning, in control, assured. Behind his large oak table, fingers steeped loosely over the now faced down tablet, he just looked at me, “Is that supposed to be a question" “Did you know me, Ian?” “Yes” What was that he said last night? He saw me, he wanted me and he got me? I nodded. “How?” He looked me over and I felt his internal turmoil as he debated what to tell me. “I first saw you in traffic, you were helping some kids crossing the road, I’m not sure what about it caught my attention," he said soft
I didn’t know his name when I signed my name on that contract, then I moved into his house, with time I allowed him into my life, into my body. He might have been a stranger but I’d always felt a certain amount of safety that my dad knew him, chose him to be my husband and take over his company. I was wrong. So very wrong.Suspicions and doubt rose in my mind like a seven headed snake. Who is he?What did he want?With my father’s company. With me. I doubt it had anything to do with me.It had to be the company.I’m reminded that of recent he cut off Eunice and Monica’s allowance, it seemed he had done it to get back at them on my behalf but what if it wasn’t? Then there’s Mr. Grayson who I actually know to be a friend and partner of my dad's and has been ever suspicious of Ian, God, have I been a fool? There’s also Mr. Alfred, dad trusted him and so I trusted him, but how many times has Ian shown to be very aware of my discussions with the lawyer? Ian could have bought him of