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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
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** 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
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Through my next two classes I keep thumbing at the pictures from the web, his face is tipped down so the camera doesn’t capture his features, but his brows are drawn, even from here I can sense his intensity, feel it as he whispered in my ear for me to lean into him. Oh snappers. If I knew this was going to be the result I’d have said a big fat no. Lowering my phone to my lap I quickly text Me: Did you see the pictures of us on the internet?Ian Quinn: Yes, I approved them. He what?! Couldn’t he have approved another picture, like one where we stood side by side or walked arm in arm past the gaggle of photographers! Any other but theses would have been appropriate. Me: Have them take it down.Ian Quinn: Don’t like it?” I can almost hear the sound of his annoying laughter. Me: Y.E.S. I made sure to capitalize in case he didn't get it.Ian Quinn: What’s wrong with it? Excluding the fact that I was practically laying on him and we were standing so close, intimate. We were sharin
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“Would you care to share with the class what has you so amused miss Morgan?”My head snapped up at the sound of my name, the smile falling from my lips, eyes wide I shake my head. A few muted laughs and snickering sounds from around me. My gaze drops to my desk and I feel eyes digging hold into my forehead. My cheeks heat in embrassment and I wished the earth would tear open and swallow me whole.I conveyed my sympathies through my eyes. I can’t believe I was texting in class in the first place. Professor Marks gave me the stink eye for a whole minute before finally letting up. “Try to pay attention from now on”I breath out a sigh of relief as he turned away to the notes projected on the white board.I’m so grateful h letting me off without asking any more question to see if I was indeed following along with his teachings. That would have gone very badly as I had infact not been paying attention.I leave my phone face down on my desk as class continued. I try to pay attention this
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Ian texted me when he landed yesterday but we haven’t communicated since then. Guess he’s busy. I pushed my spicy rice around with my fork, it was delicious but I didn’t feel like eating.“How’s the man?” She questions. Only her voice is enough to tell me she's hoping for something interesting. I spared my friend a look then went back to pushing my food around “He had to leave for a business trip”“So that’s what has you sulking? Missing your man?”“What? No, no!” just where does she get her crazy ideas from? “I’m just tired that’s all, stayed up all night studying” and I think I was about to get my period, that puts me in an overall shitty mood.“Hm hm” the sound was doubt filled to say she didn’t believe me one bit. “We should do something to cheer you up yeah? There’s a pool party at Kyle’s tonight, you should come”“I don’t know…”“come on Kates, it’ll be fun, when was the last time you partied with us”I shook my head not giving in. “I don’t really like loud scenes” I had plans
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“Quit moving” she scolds.“Sorry” I say on a laugh. Finally she steps back.I patted my belly, the chain now rests under at my hips just beneath my belly button. I sway a little and I see it accentuates the dips of my tiny waist, drawing eyes the curve of my hips. Loose enough to move when I do but not enough to fall off.“Sexy girl” Hannah commented and I actually blushed.“Interesting”“Now you’re ready, let’s take pictures, Kyle will be here any moment”We stand in front of her full length mirror and make kissy faces changing poses as she snaps a few shots.“Sit on the bed, lean back” she clicks off the camera a few times, “Go for sexy, yes yes, fire girl! Do your back, can’t let that top go to waste” I smile wide and do as she directs. Flipping my hair over my shoulder to give her a better shot.“Yes! You have to post some of this on the gram Katy, it’d be an absolute wait not to and I’ll never forgive you”I reach for her phone and she pulled me into front of the mirror for mor
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** “Please answer your phone before I toss it out the window” Hannah murmured painfully when it rang for the fifth time. “Ugh” I groaned. My system disagrees with the idea of moving. I just wanted to stay exactly where I was, preferably with my eyes closed. But my phone keeps ringing. Hannah and I had gotten back around three in the morning, my body hurt and I felt like hurling. Why the hell did I drink so much? I wasn’t a big drinker but I was excited and having fun. Look what funs done to me. My phone begins to ring again and I reach for it with closed eyes stretching for the sound. I squinted as I brought it closer to my face I saw it was Ian. My hold is limp and the device falls to my breastbone. I blinked. My God. I debated leaving it right there, maybe turning it off first and going back to sleep. I swiped lazily with two fingers to answer, I felt he wasn’t going to stop calling until he got me. “What?” I groaned smacking my phone down beside my head and on speaker re
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** The house been strangely quiet in his absence. Not like he goes around making a lot of noise, but there was this awareness in his presence. You could be felt in the air, in every room I entered since Thursday. In this case, his absence. Its an hour since I returned from my classes and Ian is set to return tomorrow. In as much as I’ve enjoyed having some space and can finally enjoy some peace without worrying about bumping into him anywhere of him showing up at the oddest times, I realized I strangely missed being around him, seeing him in the mornings, his infuriating smirks, the weight of his gaze on my skin. I can’t believe it’s been just three weeks since I met him. Moved here. three freaking weeks. I’ve cursed more in three weeks than I have in my entire life, but that’s Ian for you. he could make a saint experience berserker rage. I laughed quietly at the thought. I’d just left the kitchen, popping my knuckles after a particularly vicious typing session for a paper. I wa
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Bound By the Billionaire Epilogue
“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
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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
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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.
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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
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** 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
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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
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“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
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“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
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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
