Chelsea's standpoint Autumn lay on her bed, her head and hair draping down the side of her queen-sized bed. I have to hand it to her parents, they were born prepared and were always prepared. Their house here in Washington was amazing! It was a block of flats with a penthouse, the penthouse belonging to them. The house had five rooms, five comfortable bedrooms, a lovely kitchen, an indoor pool, another set apart for movie nights, a living room, a storeroom, and two rooms made into an office; only that one office was partly a library. The penthouse had one bathroom in the master bedroom which is Autumn's, and two extra. I would prefer my bathroom in my own room, but it was still okay. As I was. Autumn's hair draped down to the floor while her head slightly fell off the side of the bed. Her legs were up high in the air, dancing as she hummed. Since we moved into her house on Sunday, we hadn't gotten enough chances to chat and share our secrets. I was busy jotting down some to-do list f
Chelsea's standpoint "This is exactly what I'm talking about. Andy is too eager to take things to the next level that he doesn't realize he isn't building the foundation of your relationship properly. He poured soil on the ground and now he wants to build just like that? It doesn't work that way. Talk to him, tell him to wait, and let you both work on your relationship on this level before moving to the next. If he doesn't want to listen, stand your ground and break up with him—" "What!" "Let me finish," she said with a chuckling tone. "Andy would never let you go so he would agree. Think about it, Chelsea, you work for him, you see him all day and then you come home to see him again? If you want to move in now, then quit your job and find another that doesn't concern him. I expect you to get another job soon so you won't be working for your boyfriend." What she said made a lot of sense. I had all my eggs in one basket, all my life running in one circle. I work for him, he pays my
Meredith's standpoint Wednesday, the day I died… Sorry, where am I? Oh, my head. It was Wednesday, the day to start work with my gorgeous employer. It wasn't that bad. I had worked for men more attractive than he was, however, none of them were my type and I hadn't spent the last five years pining over them. So for my first day, I wore the thin chrome yellow pullover Constance picked out for me. Chelsea did the rest selecting since she knew how to seduce her boss with her outfit all thanks to Autumn. She let me wear the pullover because it clung to my body and then topped it with a Charleston green pencil skirt and a pair of golden poppy cuffed open-toe heels. I knew the outfit showed off my curves and well… Almost everything. I didn't want to wear it but Autumn threatened to kill me if I dared to do otherwise. So there I was in the elevator, nervously drying my moist palms on my skirt with my heart hammering against my chest. His secretary said he removed the passcode of the elevat
Brianna's standpoint All my life my grandmother and pastor have always taught me to love everyone as much as I love myself. To me, that wasn't logically possible so I channeled all my love to Mordecai because he deserved it. Morddy treated me well and took care of me even if I was his half-sister. He stood up for me whenever Father turned his hate to me, even taking all my beating and punishment. Mordecai was so protective that he would make sure I ate before he ate, sleep before he slept, and buy whatever I wanted before he did. Even though he didn't need to, he accompanied me to school every day, helped me with my homework, and even went as far as yelling at a teacher who once made me cry by beheading my doll. My father didn't want to see me, he loathed me for no reason but Mordecai made sure I stayed in the house most days and paid the consequences. How could I not love him? The one person that made me feel like I have a reason to live. All my mother did was preach to me to serve
Mordecai's standpoint I peered at the figure staring at my gate as I drove closer to it. Who would be foolish enough to stand and stare at this time of the night? It was a she and she didn't look like a robber. More like a miserable mad woman. The headlights shone on her—Brianna. I immediately parked the car and flew out of it, she looked like she was going to pass out. "Brianna!" I shouted, carelessly pocketing my keys. "What are you doing here?" She smiled sadly as she swayed back to forth. "You are drunk," I said as a matter-of-fact. "Yes, I drank because I'm sad and I want to commit suicide after I leave here. I need the energy to do that." I stepped closer to her with worry. "What happened?" "I finally know why everyone detests me, why my father and even you loathe me. It's not my fault but everyone keeps blaming me for something that happened before I was born," she grabbed my shirt, fisting it up in her hands, and pulling at it. "I didn't kill your mother, Mordecai, I didn'
Autumn's standpoint Mordecai pushed me into his bedroom, hungrily meshing his mouth against mine, his hands traveling up my sides to work on finding the opening of my jacket. You'll think after the sex in the public restroom and his car, he would be tired. But if there's one thing I've learned from two weeks of intense sexual intimacy with him, it is that Mordecai is never satisfied. Maybe it was the rush of new sex, I don't know, but he's always ready to shove his dick into me no matter the place. What led to this? Well, he took me out for dinner just so he could pull me to the restroom and enjoy the thrill of having sex in a place where we might be caught and humiliated. Then on our way back, he pinned me to the backseat and had another go. I thought it was over, I was exhausted from work, the press I had to deal with all day, the wedding plans, and then he just had to tire me out. Yet, even as he pulled me to his bedroom, I couldn't complain because my body didn't seem to mind the
Autumn's standpoint "What the hell! Cai, I thought we agreed on no bondages until after the wedding?" "You agreed, I didn't– wow, you look good cuffed to my bed. I'm impressed." He said proudly, running his gaze over my body, again. That smirk on his face, I wanted to carve it off along with his entire face. "Mordecai, are you mad?" I cried bitterly, mostly because I was tied up and enjoying it. I hate my body. "Yes, I'm utterly and absolutely mad. Now, let this madman drive you crazy," he winked at me. I stared at him with lips apart with surprise. He folded one arm and stroked his chin with the other's fingers. He hummed thoughtfully as if planning his next torture carefully. Which he did. "Aha!" He snapped his fingers excitedly. "I've got the perfect thing for this. I'll be right back, baby," I watched with disbelief as he climbed off the bed. "Don't go anywhere, love… oh, wait, you can't." He threw his head back and laughed delightfully as he strutted away. I remained there, n
Autumn's standpoint It felt good, really good, and awful at the same time. He ate me slowly and gently, using his thumb and index finger to rotate my clit but not giving it any sincere attention, to frustrate me. His occasional moans and grunts vibrated against my pussy and he knew exactly what that vibration did to my body. My limbs were starting to hurt from the uncomfortable position. I could feel the muscles in my legs and hands beginning to tighten from the strain, and the tightness seemed to add more pressure to my core and the knot in my stomach. Every muscle and vein in my body tensed as the pressure slowly built up to the brim. It was frustrating not being able to move a muscle. Mordecai took advantage of the situation and started trailing my stressed-out muscles and veins with one hand while the other continued to tease my clit as his mouth sedulously devoured my pussy. My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head from the overwhelming pleasure. My hands itched to pull at