Jenna's POV"Call me anytime for anything, and I’ll come to your rescue.""What if you're in a different city? I was lucky this time, but your identity is still something I can't fathom."I couldn't look at him even though his gaze was fixed on my face, like he wanted to memorize every part of it and never forget."Girl, you seem to forget that having money comes with power and connections too. If you ever need help erasing someone from this earth, I can do that with just a few words," he said matter-of-factly, and I gulped."Isn't that a little vicious?" I wanted to say. However, that would be too hypocritical because the thought of Carlos, Promise, and her brother came to mind.I wanted them out—punished until they begged for forgiveness, then kicked out so we would never cross paths again. But I wasn't raised that way."Thank you for the ride, and I owe you for saving my life today. I really do," I said as I tried to open the door. But instead, he automatically locked it, and my he
Jenna's POVLike comfort was a luxury she couldn't afford to offer me at this moment, and it hit me like a heavy blow when she opened her mouth and said,“Jenna, all men cheat. You should be lucky that this one loves you despite you being an orphan.”I choked, coughed, and stared back, my eyes teary.What did she just mean?I shot up to my feet and stared down at her and her husband, who still had a pout on his face.“Did you just call me an orphan?”“Isn't that what you are? I am your aunt who has been here for you since the death of my sister and her husband. And he is the man who has been with you since before their death and also stood by your side with so much love when they died. Wouldn't you be an ingrate to break up because of a single mistake that he made?”Exasperated, I shouted and stomped my foot, losing my composure for the first time in front of her. “Aunt Hannah, Carlos cheated. He cheated on me with his secretary and my best friend!”“I heard you, and he's also spoken
Gold's POVDare meI walked in and watched as my fiance was giving head to his secretary. He hadn't seen me yet as I made my way to the front of his desk before knocking on it twice. “Didn't you lock the door?” He asked with a grunt as he tried to push her greedy mouth off his cock and turn his chair around at the same time. She slurped and sucked without a gag reflex and only when she finally let out his length from her throat to breathe did he get to turn around. And when he did, his face went wide and pale in shock and fear as he exploded in her face. White liquid smeared the face of the secretary who had pretended to be innocent and lovely everytime I came to visit my fiance in his office. “Gold, what are you doing here?” He asked, his cock still pumping his seeds on her face when she also raised her head and saw me. She fell on her ass in shock as well as she started buttoning her shirt while licking off the cum on his face. Quite the funny reaction if you ask me. But I t
Kissing lessonsI was never one to back out of a challenge and that was why I made my way to this club after taking my bath and doing my research. It was fair, newly opened which meant that it wasn't as easily crowded as the others and that also meant that they adhered more strictly to sanitation rules than the others. However, seven cocktails and four hours later and I still haven't found a man. I know I'm not looking for a woman because I was only ever raised to think of a man as my partner and I had never crossed any lines with my curiosity. And because I had only ever had my eyes on my ex fiance, Carlos, ever since I was allowed to feel attracted to the opposite sex, I had an idea of what my taste in men could be. However, for one I knew I needed something more than what I saw in his trousers this afternoon. Perhaps, longer, thicker and more veiny. I ordered three more glasses of cocktail drinks, tempted to request for wine as my fourth, but I was never good with alcoholic d
Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road. “Yes,” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.“I just feel like I stole your fun, you didn't even get to enter the club proper,” I said as he brought his free hand to rest on my thigh and this was one of those times I wish my skirt had rolled up so I could feel the warmth of his palm directly as it curved around my thigh and squeezed. But even without it, I was leaking. “You didn't steal my fun, my love,” he said with a deep chuckle. “You are my fun,” my heart did a somersault. Didn't Carlos say… No, don't think.“Really?” Again, I croaked,
Death Or HelpI woke up the next morning feeling sore but ready to fly.For some reason, I felt scared, like my eyes were clearer. As much as I wanted to cuddle in the arms of this man who wouldn’t let me touch him, despite counting all the moles on my body, I needed to run. Getting away from this cozy penthouse to face the harsh realities of my life was top on my list.Usually, it’s yoga.I descended the stairs, trying to be as discreet and silent as possible, but even as I reached the very gate of the penthouse, I didn’t see any of the five live-in staff he had introduced.Like that, I escaped from the estate, hoping my limp didn’t give away the fact that I was worshiped like a goddess and ravaged like a feast all through the night.“We are here, ma’am,” the driver announced, and I stepped into the magnificent building before me.Luna Hotel.The most expensive, but also the most secure hotel in LA. I came here whenever I needed to escape from my family. No one had ever found me duri
King Of The Throne Of DespairThe moment I woke up to a bright, clear day, I knew something unusual was in store.I stretched out, reaching for cuddles, which was strange because I was never the cuddling type, especially after sex. But last night was different."Princess,” I mumbled, sitting up. The other side of the bed was cold and empty.She must have left early. Too bad.I sighed and went through my morning routine, still trying to figure out what made her different. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?"Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports.He blinked, confused. “Uhn?”I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.”He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose.A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.“Gold, calm
Kent’s POVMY DELILAH“We return to this damned L.A., and in less than two days, we already have a badly battered body to dispose of,” Louis sighed for the millionth time since he returned to the dark room and saw the lifeless, battered body of the bastard lying at my feet.“Well, he had it coming when he tried that nonsense. Anyone who gloats like that after harassing a woman deserves the worst form of death possible. He’s lucky he died so quickly,” I muttered.“He definitely is lucky to have only lost his eyes, fingers, toes, ears, and every pluckable body part in just ten minutes. But I told you to give me twenty minutes to research him,” Louis sighed again as he looked between me and the deformed body of the guy whose name he’d discovered was Preston.“And I said I couldn’t promise you anything.”“No, you didn’t.”“Yes, I did. Maybe you missed it, but it doesn’t matter anyway. He’s just going to be another unsolvable missing case for the police to deal with. They turn up every day
Jenna's POVLike comfort was a luxury she couldn't afford to offer me at this moment, and it hit me like a heavy blow when she opened her mouth and said,“Jenna, all men cheat. You should be lucky that this one loves you despite you being an orphan.”I choked, coughed, and stared back, my eyes teary.What did she just mean?I shot up to my feet and stared down at her and her husband, who still had a pout on his face.“Did you just call me an orphan?”“Isn't that what you are? I am your aunt who has been here for you since the death of my sister and her husband. And he is the man who has been with you since before their death and also stood by your side with so much love when they died. Wouldn't you be an ingrate to break up because of a single mistake that he made?”Exasperated, I shouted and stomped my foot, losing my composure for the first time in front of her. “Aunt Hannah, Carlos cheated. He cheated on me with his secretary and my best friend!”“I heard you, and he's also spoken
Jenna's POV"Call me anytime for anything, and I’ll come to your rescue.""What if you're in a different city? I was lucky this time, but your identity is still something I can't fathom."I couldn't look at him even though his gaze was fixed on my face, like he wanted to memorize every part of it and never forget."Girl, you seem to forget that having money comes with power and connections too. If you ever need help erasing someone from this earth, I can do that with just a few words," he said matter-of-factly, and I gulped."Isn't that a little vicious?" I wanted to say. However, that would be too hypocritical because the thought of Carlos, Promise, and her brother came to mind.I wanted them out—punished until they begged for forgiveness, then kicked out so we would never cross paths again. But I wasn't raised that way."Thank you for the ride, and I owe you for saving my life today. I really do," I said as I tried to open the door. But instead, he automatically locked it, and my he
Jenna’s POVIt felt like the morning after their accident again—when I woke up, not to my mom’s good morning kisses or tickles, but to the harsh scent of anesthesia and the cruel reminder that I was the only survivor of the crash that stole the angels who raised me to be a fighter. It was a painful awakening. So disorienting, it filled me with hate. They were asking me questions again, the people in white... The doctors who failed to save my parents but insisted on calling me a miracle. Miracle, my foot. I should have died with them in that car. At least then, we would’ve been a happy family until the very end. “How are you feeling?” “How many fingers am I holding up?” “We’ll need to run some tests now. Is that okay?” Too many questions. Always too many questions. Would they never stop? Instead of lashing out, like I so badly wanted to, I held back in silence, letting the headache hammer against my skull as if trying to split it apart. After all, I’ve been through wors
Kent’s POVMY DELILAH“We return to this damned L.A., and in less than two days, we already have a badly battered body to dispose of,” Louis sighed for the millionth time since he returned to the dark room and saw the lifeless, battered body of the bastard lying at my feet.“Well, he had it coming when he tried that nonsense. Anyone who gloats like that after harassing a woman deserves the worst form of death possible. He’s lucky he died so quickly,” I muttered.“He definitely is lucky to have only lost his eyes, fingers, toes, ears, and every pluckable body part in just ten minutes. But I told you to give me twenty minutes to research him,” Louis sighed again as he looked between me and the deformed body of the guy whose name he’d discovered was Preston.“And I said I couldn’t promise you anything.”“No, you didn’t.”“Yes, I did. Maybe you missed it, but it doesn’t matter anyway. He’s just going to be another unsolvable missing case for the police to deal with. They turn up every day
King Of The Throne Of DespairThe moment I woke up to a bright, clear day, I knew something unusual was in store.I stretched out, reaching for cuddles, which was strange because I was never the cuddling type, especially after sex. But last night was different."Princess,” I mumbled, sitting up. The other side of the bed was cold and empty.She must have left early. Too bad.I sighed and went through my morning routine, still trying to figure out what made her different. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?"Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports.He blinked, confused. “Uhn?”I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.”He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose.A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.“Gold, calm
Death Or HelpI woke up the next morning feeling sore but ready to fly.For some reason, I felt scared, like my eyes were clearer. As much as I wanted to cuddle in the arms of this man who wouldn’t let me touch him, despite counting all the moles on my body, I needed to run. Getting away from this cozy penthouse to face the harsh realities of my life was top on my list.Usually, it’s yoga.I descended the stairs, trying to be as discreet and silent as possible, but even as I reached the very gate of the penthouse, I didn’t see any of the five live-in staff he had introduced.Like that, I escaped from the estate, hoping my limp didn’t give away the fact that I was worshiped like a goddess and ravaged like a feast all through the night.“We are here, ma’am,” the driver announced, and I stepped into the magnificent building before me.Luna Hotel.The most expensive, but also the most secure hotel in LA. I came here whenever I needed to escape from my family. No one had ever found me duri
Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road. “Yes,” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.“I just feel like I stole your fun, you didn't even get to enter the club proper,” I said as he brought his free hand to rest on my thigh and this was one of those times I wish my skirt had rolled up so I could feel the warmth of his palm directly as it curved around my thigh and squeezed. But even without it, I was leaking. “You didn't steal my fun, my love,” he said with a deep chuckle. “You are my fun,” my heart did a somersault. Didn't Carlos say… No, don't think.“Really?” Again, I croaked,
Kissing lessonsI was never one to back out of a challenge and that was why I made my way to this club after taking my bath and doing my research. It was fair, newly opened which meant that it wasn't as easily crowded as the others and that also meant that they adhered more strictly to sanitation rules than the others. However, seven cocktails and four hours later and I still haven't found a man. I know I'm not looking for a woman because I was only ever raised to think of a man as my partner and I had never crossed any lines with my curiosity. And because I had only ever had my eyes on my ex fiance, Carlos, ever since I was allowed to feel attracted to the opposite sex, I had an idea of what my taste in men could be. However, for one I knew I needed something more than what I saw in his trousers this afternoon. Perhaps, longer, thicker and more veiny. I ordered three more glasses of cocktail drinks, tempted to request for wine as my fourth, but I was never good with alcoholic d
Gold's POVDare meI walked in and watched as my fiance was giving head to his secretary. He hadn't seen me yet as I made my way to the front of his desk before knocking on it twice. “Didn't you lock the door?” He asked with a grunt as he tried to push her greedy mouth off his cock and turn his chair around at the same time. She slurped and sucked without a gag reflex and only when she finally let out his length from her throat to breathe did he get to turn around. And when he did, his face went wide and pale in shock and fear as he exploded in her face. White liquid smeared the face of the secretary who had pretended to be innocent and lovely everytime I came to visit my fiance in his office. “Gold, what are you doing here?” He asked, his cock still pumping his seeds on her face when she also raised her head and saw me. She fell on her ass in shock as well as she started buttoning her shirt while licking off the cum on his face. Quite the funny reaction if you ask me. But I t