In the morning, Chantelle awoke with a start. The sun was shining brightly through the window, and she could hear the birds singing outside. For a moment, she forgot where she was, and then the memories of the previous night came rushing back. She groaned and got out of bed, her heart heavy with dread. She knew she had to face her uncle, and she wasn't sure she was ready for it. But she knew she had to be strong - she had to be brave. *The previous night* Chantelle POV "Uncle please, not today." I said, begging my uncle but he didn't listen. He pushed her to the bed and slapped her hard and said " I've been the one feeding you since your freaking parents died and there's no way you would ever pay me except you give me you pussy." He said with a smile on his face. I cried. Please Uncle I promise to pay back. I said! He grabbed her boobs and started sucking aggressively, I moaned in pain and close my eyes but he said to me this is not the first time you know right and remember I took
The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered." Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help.
Chantelle's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. It was them, her relatives, back from their outing. She quickly wiped the last few tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. She had to act normal, had to pretend that everything was fine. But as she heard the front door open, she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. "Chantelle," her aunt said, her voice falsely sweet. "We're home!" Chantelle forced a smile and said, "Hi. How was your day?" "Oh, just lovely, just lovely," her aunt replied, giving her a tight smile. But Chantelle could see the anger and suspicion in her eyes. Her aunt turned to her uncle. "Darling, could you check on dinner? I'm going to get changed." "Of course, my love," her uncle said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Chantelle watched her leave the room, her heart racing. Cause she was going to be alone with her uncle. "I can't wait to have you as dinner to night baby." H
Delcan he is tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He has a strong, determined jaw and a confident air about him. He's impeccably dressed, always wearing a crisp suit and tie, with his hair neatly styled. But beneath his polished exterior, there's a kind and sensitive soul. He's loyal and protective of those he cares about, and he has a soft spot for those who are less fortunate. He is very wealthy. He's a successful businessman, and he has a lot of money and possessions. He's the type of person who doesn't have to worry about money - he can buy whatever he wants, whenever he wants. His house is a luxurious mansion, with everything a person could want. He drives a fancy car, and he wears expensive clothes and jewelry. He eats at the best restaurants, and he travels the world in style. Delcan POV_As I was driving home from work, the streets were quiet and still. It was late, and most people were already home for the night. But something caught my eye - a g
Chantelle is working at the coffee shop, and she sees a customer enter. She's surprised to see that it's Delcan, the handsome, wealthy man she met the other night. She feels a little flustered, but she tries to act cool and collected. As Delcan walks up to the counter, he says, "Hello, I'd like to order a coffee, please." He smiles at Chantelle, and she feels her heart skip a beat. She's nervous, but she tries to play it cool. "Sure thing," she says, and she starts making his coffee. Chantelle hands Delcan his coffee, and as he takes it, their hands touch briefly. They both look up, a little surprised by the contact. There's an awkward moment of silence, and then Delcan says, "Thanks for the coffee. I really appreciate it." Chantelle just nods and smiles, trying to act natural. Delcan takes a sip of his coffee, and then says, "You know, I never properly introduced myself the other night. My name is Delcan." Chantelle smiles and says, "It's nice to meet you, Delcan. I'm Chantelle." Ju
Delcan POV I stormed home, seething with anger and frustration. I couldn't believe that Chantelle had rejected me. I'd never been turned down before, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I thought to myself, "I have so many women who would do anything to be with me. Why did she turn me down?" But even as I raged, I couldn't stop thinking about her. There was something about her that drew me in, and I had to find her. So, I looked up her address and set out to find her. Chantelle POV I sat at the counter, my thoughts racing. I couldn't believe that I had rejected Delcan. I knew I should have said yes when he asked me out, but my fear got the best of me. I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head. His face was burned into my memory, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. No man had ever made me feel this way. Was I making a mistake by turning him down? I shouldn't let my fear get the best part of me.The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had made a mistake. I sh
Chantelle looked at Delcan, her heart racing. She had been hurt by her uncle and he's still hurting her, and she was wary of strangers. She didn't know if she could trust him, and she was afraid of what he might do. But there was something about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel a connection. She wasn't sure what to do, but she knew she had to get away from him. Chantelle said No to him and turned to leave, but Delcan reached out and grabbed her arm. "Wait!" he said. Chantelle pulled away, her eyes wide. "Let go of me!" she shouted. Delcan was taken aback by her reaction. He had only wanted to talk to her, to explain himself. But he could see that he had scared her, and he let go of her arm. Chantelle ran out of the coffee shop, and Delcan was left alone, wondering what he has done wrong. Chantelle has left the coffee shop, and she's walking quickly down the street. Delcan is still standing there, wondering what he did wrong. He decides to follow her, hoping to exp
Delcan couldn't stop thinking about Chantelle. He wanted to see her again, but he knew that she had turned him down. He thought about the spark he had felt when they met, and he wondered if she had felt it too. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her eyes had lit up when they first spoke. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Fuck." He said. Delcan groaned at the thought of Chantelle looking at his cock with her soft and beautiful eyes, hunger painted on her face. He would press those boobs and she would further press up her soft lithe body towards him and he would clutch her ass with his fist and then wrapping it in a ponytail and pushing her head down to his throbbing dick which she would tentatively take in her mouth and lick the tip. "Fuck Chantelle," softly muttered by Declan as his hands started moving up and down his shaft even more furiously. The thought of fucking her throat and her pussy was driving him crazy. He wanted to make her his. " Holyyyy shittt
Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"Delcan gazed at Chantelle, taking in every detail of her appearance. "You're stunning," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen you look more beautiful." Chantelle blushed even more deeply, and she looked away. Delcan could see that she was nervous, and he wanted to put her at ease. "You don't have to be shy," he said. "You're amazing." Chantelle smiled and looked back at him, her eyes shining. "Thank you," she said. "I'm just not used to this, you know?" Delcan nodded. " "I know
Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she ba
Delcan POVAs I excused myself to make call. I immediately called the police and told them to make Chantelle Uncle rot in jail. I knew he was wicked to her but not raping her. I went back and hugged her.I knew that Chantelle still had a long road ahead of her, but I was committed to being there for her every step of the way. We sat there for a while, talking and sharing our thoughts and feelings. It was clear that we had formed a bond of trust and understanding, and I felt privileged to be the one she could confide in. I knew that I would do everything in my power to help her heal and move forward with her life.Chantelle and I continued to spend time together, talking and supporting each other. As our friendship grew, I found myself feeling a deeper connection to her than I had ever felt before. I wasn't sure if it was just friendship, or something more. But whatever it was, I knew that I wanted to be there for her, through thick and thin. I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in
Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened. I stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. I tried to relax, but my mind kept racing. I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. I felt so overwhelmed and confused. I wasn't sure what to do next. I just wanted to feel safe and secure again. But how could I, after everything that had happened? Suddenly, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, and I sank to the floor of the shower. I just sat there, trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes, I gathered m
Chantelle POV As Delcan asked me what was wrong, I tried to stay strong, but the emotions welled up inside me and I felt the tears begin to fall. I turned away, not wanting him to see me cry, but it was too late. He reached out to me, but I pulled away. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice breaking. "I just need to be alone." I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, speechless. I hurried home, my heart pounding. As I approached the door, I could hear my uncle's angry voice. My uncle's voice calling out, "Where have you been? You weren't supposed to go out!" He sounded angry, and I knew I was in trouble. I braced myself as I opened the door, but what I saw next left me frozen in shock. A police officer was standing there, and my uncle was being handcuffed. "You're under arrest," the officer said. "You have the right to remain silent..." My uncle's eyes met mine, and I could see the fear in them. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew my life was about to change forever. My
Chantelle's POV As Delcan asked me out, I could feel my heart racing. I knew I should say no, but something about him made me want to say yes. I could see the hope in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I felt myself blushing as I gave him my answer. "Yes," I said. His face lit up with joy, and I felt my stomach do a somersault. I didn't know what to expect from this date, but I knew I was in for an adventure. I walked into my house, feeling a rush of joy. My uncle and his family were sitting in the living room, waiting for me to start working, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were consumed by the upcoming date with Delcan. I knew it was foolish to get so excited, but I couldn't help it. I could already feel my heart racing at the thought of seeing him again. I tried to focus on the present moment, but my mind kept drifting back to Friday. The days leading up to Friday were a blur. I went to work, did my chores, and tried to stay focused on the present. B
Delcan couldn't stop thinking about Chantelle. He wanted to see her again, but he knew that she had turned him down. He thought about the spark he had felt when they met, and he wondered if she had felt it too. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her eyes had lit up when they first spoke. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Fuck." He said. Delcan groaned at the thought of Chantelle looking at his cock with her soft and beautiful eyes, hunger painted on her face. He would press those boobs and she would further press up her soft lithe body towards him and he would clutch her ass with his fist and then wrapping it in a ponytail and pushing her head down to his throbbing dick which she would tentatively take in her mouth and lick the tip. "Fuck Chantelle," softly muttered by Declan as his hands started moving up and down his shaft even more furiously. The thought of fucking her throat and her pussy was driving him crazy. He wanted to make her his. " Holyyyy shittt
Chantelle looked at Delcan, her heart racing. She had been hurt by her uncle and he's still hurting her, and she was wary of strangers. She didn't know if she could trust him, and she was afraid of what he might do. But there was something about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel a connection. She wasn't sure what to do, but she knew she had to get away from him. Chantelle said No to him and turned to leave, but Delcan reached out and grabbed her arm. "Wait!" he said. Chantelle pulled away, her eyes wide. "Let go of me!" she shouted. Delcan was taken aback by her reaction. He had only wanted to talk to her, to explain himself. But he could see that he had scared her, and he let go of her arm. Chantelle ran out of the coffee shop, and Delcan was left alone, wondering what he has done wrong. Chantelle has left the coffee shop, and she's walking quickly down the street. Delcan is still standing there, wondering what he did wrong. He decides to follow her, hoping to exp
Delcan POV I stormed home, seething with anger and frustration. I couldn't believe that Chantelle had rejected me. I'd never been turned down before, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I thought to myself, "I have so many women who would do anything to be with me. Why did she turn me down?" But even as I raged, I couldn't stop thinking about her. There was something about her that drew me in, and I had to find her. So, I looked up her address and set out to find her. Chantelle POV I sat at the counter, my thoughts racing. I couldn't believe that I had rejected Delcan. I knew I should have said yes when he asked me out, but my fear got the best of me. I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head. His face was burned into my memory, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. No man had ever made me feel this way. Was I making a mistake by turning him down? I shouldn't let my fear get the best part of me.The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had made a mistake. I sh