I tried to run away from him. I thought I did. For the first time, I actually thought I did. I was very wrong.
I changed my hair, my total appearance, my entire life to get away from him. He still found me. He still punished me. There was nothing left good in my life. He now made sure of it. The closest people to me were hurt in the process. My family chose to believe him. They chose to like him and forget that I was their daughter.I no longer had a sweet life like I did before I met him. Even The last three years were fine compared to now.
I regret everything. Every bit of my life.
Except for the man, I met after him.
He saved me.
He really did.
As much as I was able to be saved he did.
And I'm thankful for him.
I will never be able to thank him enough for what he did.
He stood up to him.
He showed me his true colours that were brighter than his exterior.
He loved me.
And for the first time in my life, I loved someone back.
My Chris saved me.
I've never run so fast in my life. I ran from him. I ran from my past. I ran from the Satan that I was married to. The cold evening breeze brushed through my hair and the pouring rain soaked my clothes and washed away my tears. I left everything I had behind but took a black backpack filled with things that might come in handy. I packed some clothes, another pair of shoes, my toiletries, a brand new phone that I bought two weeks ago just for this purpose, as well as cash. Lots of it. I didn't bother stealing from him and took what belonged to me. Over the past few months, I collected some cash from my salary and my savings account. I made sure to cash out small amounts so it wasn't suspicious. Nothing scared me anymore apart from him finding me. This wasn't my first attempt at escaping him. Not at all. It was my second. I feared the outcome. The very first time traumatized me enough to wait for tonight, for three years. Three fucking years were stolen from me. I spent countless n
Ten hours laterThe plane landed and when deplaned, I kept looking back if I could by any chance see the gorgeous young man that I bumped into earlier. No luck."Stop looking for him," I looked back at Delilah."I'm not," she chuckled."You're trying to get away from your previous life so it's best if you don't even bother going after a new person." We got to security and they began checking us in. "Especially since he's someone that definitely knows Archer." I looked at her with my eyes widened."What-" she covered my mouth with her hand and leaned into my ear."He's the person that your husband loathes,"Christopher Morris. I've never seen him anywhere. I had no clue that he looked like that. I've seen his father a few times in the past but never imagined what Christopher could look like. Maybe it was because his name barely left Archer's mouth that I didn't find it in me to look him up but as much as it killed me to know, it always slipped my mind.But man, isn't it a nice surprise
We arrived at the restaurant an hour after Delilah made a reservation. It was surprisingly easy to get a table there but I was glad. As much as I was nervous, I wanted to get away and just have fun. No matter what the future holds.We walked in and the hostess immediately greeted us. She showed us to the table and we sat down. I looked around the restaurant and couldn't help but notice many people dressed in very fancy and expensive attire.I had a dark red satin dress on that showed off my curves very well. My hair was curled and to my surprise, I actually really liked the way it looked. I also wore black heels and had a small black clutch purse that held my wallet and phone.Delilah had a fitted black sleeved dress and her hair was in a low bun. She wore black heels like me and had a small off the shoulder purse.The waiter came up to us shortly after sitting down and poured us some wine. I asked for the white wine and De had red. I preferred red wine most days but I wanted somethin
I woke up from a very annoying Delilah practically jumping on me."Get the fuck up," I move around in bed trying to keep my eyes closed from the bright light coming from the window. "You need to get dolled up." I open my eyes and push her off. "Fine." I curled up in the duvet and enjoyed my peace and quiet. Well... up until I felt ice-cold water on my face."You fucking bitch!" I sat up and wiped the water from my eyes."What else was I supposed to do?" She put the glass on the dresser and I got out of bed. I gave her a deadly glare and went into the bathroom. "I'm picking out your outfit!" She yells from the room."I think I'm old enough to do that myself." I washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I left the bathroom and saw Delilah laying a tight black dress on my bed with a pair of black heels and a black lingerie set. I walked over to the bed and picked up the panties. "Why does this matter?" She went into the bathroom with clothes in her hands."You have to make an impression." I
As six o'clock rolled around, I'd begun to feel nervous. Not that I wasn't before but he just did something to me. And frankly, I doubt that I trust myself around him.Delilah was more excited than me. The moment I stepped into the hotel room, she went nuts about what I should wear.I almost threw her out of the balcony because of how annoying she was. She thought that I should wear something provoking and sexy but I told her that I had boundaries with him. He said that himself.I thought about something more classy but elegant. I wasn't going on a date after all."You'll look like a grandma." I rolled my eyes at her. I wore an elegant, fitted, blush pink, satin dress that reached a bit over my knees with straps.I began putting on my white heels while Delilah turned on the curler."I don't think that I do," she sighed with frustration. "De, it's me who's going to have dinner with him.""Yeah, with the most powerful man on Earth," she said as she began to curl one of the strands. "And
I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the island. This was one of the worst ideas I'd done in my life.She looked like her. Her face was just like hers. The moment I saw her, I knew that this was a goddamn dream. There was no way she was let free. This was one of those doppelganger moments right before my eyes. I knew this was bad. That this would get me into trouble. She won't know. Not yet at least.The night that I fucked her in the bathroom, I intentionally left the light off. I didn't want to get attached to her. Even if I'd already passed that point years ago.To be completely honest, I barely listened to what she said in my office. I had to take the chance to see her every day.The way she said my name while moaning and in general was appealing to me. Just the fact that she was walking around my penthouse, making her completely under my control, flattered me.I looked around my kitchen and decided to make my momma's best Italian dish, pasta. It was the only thing I'd lea
The next morningJust as I was about to enter the building I got a text from Chris, that he had an unexpected meeting and asked me to follow Delilah to Mathew's office.We entered the elevator and a sudden wave of anxiety washed through me. We didn't necessarily end on great terms yesterday because of the kiss but it wasn't my fault. Although, I could've stopped him. And deep down I know I should've.We reached the top floor and headed towards Mathew's office. I wore a tight-fitting, black, dress with black heels while my hair was curled as usual. De had a black tight skirt and a white blouse on with black heels. She knocked before we walked inside.Mathew's office wasn't as big as Chris's but was still massive, compared to a typical office. I smiled and Mathew stood up from his seat."Miss Cadell," he shook my hand and looked over at Delilah. "Miss Jacobs," he placed a kiss on the back of her hand. "Please, sit down," he motioned to the two armchairs across from his table. We sat dow
I let her in the car and sat in myself. I turned the car on and drove off. I tried to keep my eyes off her because my head was going to explode."Can you drop me off to get my stuff?" I nodded. "Is there any chance that Dena could come with me?" I furrowed my brows."Why is that necessary?" Delilah was more than well taken care of. I made sure of it."She's my best friend and she moved here for me.""Call her and ask if she wants that," that was the only logical thing to do. She took out her phone and called Dena."Hi, I'm....," I heard Dena rant on the opposite side of the phone. "Can we talk about this later?" She's hiding something. "Where are you staying?" The answer was Mathew's apartment. "Fine, stay safe." She hung up. "Did you know where she'll be?" I nodded. "Why didn't-""Why do you think I want to tell you everything?""Sorry, I-""Just be quiet," I had no intention to talk to her. At least not when I could literally go crazy if I didn't touch or kiss her anytime soon.----
I sat on the stool, waiting for Aella to come back. What happened at the ball will be kept away from my girl for some time.I was an atom away from killing him.Cazzo di merda! I could've killed him.Cazzo ti, Niccolò.The sound of Mathew yelling on the phone disturbed my memories of the fight. I turned around, noticing Delilah stitching up Nico's wounds and Nico, looking through the TV programs, completely unbothered by the stitching.I saw Mathew pacing around, trying to sort out legal issues after tonight. I rubbed my jaw and winced from the pain in my chest.I've gone through much worse pain in my life, that this would seem like a paper cut. But it hurt. Bad.I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that Aella had been gone for longer than five minutes. I stood up and headed towards the stairs."Fratello, c'è-" [Brother, there's-]"Questo può aspettare," [This can wait,] I walked past him, heading towards my bedroom. I opened the door and saw a man in front of Aella, holding a gu
We sat on the bench for some time. Barely talking and just being together. I knew that she was legally married. I knew it. And there was not much I could do right now to snatch her away from him forever.I overheard Mario and Aella's conversation. I specifically didn't want him to tell her everything. What happened three years after Paris, was going to be revealed to her by no one other than me. Well... maybe Delilah too."He's in there," she broke off the silence. "Nico helped out," I nodded. Nico took the hint and took Archer out of our view. He was seated five tables away from us and I was glad.Nico was quite literally like my brother. We grew up together. We shared a lot of memories together. And we had an agreement when it came to situations like the previous one.Help each other out in any way possible.I had many of Nico's and my men around the mansion, looking for anything suspicious involving Archer."Maybe we should leave," she lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at
I stilled. Unable to move. I gripped Chris's hand as hard as I could. He held it."Bowman," Chris greeted. "What an unpleasant surprise," Archer chuckled."I think I might need to borrow you for a second," Nico said and moved around me to Archer. "I'll be right back, Chris," I kept my gaze on Mario's jacket. Still unable to move."They're gone, angel," I looked over at him and nodded. Thanks to Nico, he was gone for at least a moment."What's her name here?" Mario asked."I'm Ella Caddel," he nodded."Chris, can I borrow her for a second?""Can you tell her whatever you need with me here?" He shook his head.Why did he want me?"Figlio, I promise I'll give her back to you," I looked over at Chris."Bene, five minutes. No more," Mario smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder. Chris let go of my hand before I walked away with Mario."I'm guessing you don't really know who I am," he led me into a small balcony that was accessible from the main ballroom.I almost gasped at the view. The
After trying on two more dresses: a black, satin gown with straps and a black, sequence gown with a deep v cut, a low back and straps, I began putting on the last one.I liked the black, satin one. It really brought out my waist and the back was gorgeous. Chris's thoughts were similar. "You look hot as hell in that one," he said about that one, and "fuck, that is very low cut, but wow, angel, your body is... you're incredible," about the other one.Long story short: he wasn't the one to count on for opinions. However, I liked the praise and compliments. He made me feel special.I put on a stunning, rose gold, tight-fitting, sequence dress, with a criss-cross front, a low cut, as well as a high slit in the front.I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was me. I've always liked my body. He didn't.Aella, forget him. He's not here. Chris is.I took a deep breath, turning around and looking back to see my back. I loved it. I looked pretty. I actually admired my body for
A few days laterI lifted my weights in my gym. The pain settled in but faded after I set them down. I grabbed my water bottle, taking two big gulps and swallowing it all. I set the bottle down and got down on the floor to do push-ups. Believe it or not, my favourite part of exercising.I looked in the mirror in front of me as I did them, catching a beautiful girl further behind me. Aella wore a black, satin robe, hiding her perfect body, and leaned against the doorframe. Her eyes were set on my naked back. I smiled and stood up, walking towards her."Thought you were sleeping," I said as I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers. I grabbed her by her ass, lifting her to me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, one hand holding onto me by my neck and the other, threaded in my hair.The past few days, we spent mostly in the apartment, talking, kissing and staring into each other's eyes. She was eager to cook breakfast and I was eager to take her out for lunch and make dinner. I wanted
I woke up, trying to get out of Chris's grip. There was no way. I gently took one of his hands off me, trying to peel my body off him. His grip only tightened."No, you're staying," I gave up, tilting my head to the side, where his alarm clock was placed. My eyes widened."Chris, It's ten in the morning!" I tried moving out of the bed."So fucking what?" I rolled my eyes."Christopher Morris, I swear to god, let me go!" he chuckled before letting me go. I got out of bed, putting my slippers on, and headed to his bathroom. I felt as if I had been living here for years."I'm your boss if you forgot," I smiled to myself as I sat on the toilet. "I can tell you when to go and not.""I know, but no one knows about us and it looks strange," I heard him chuckle."Angel, just get back to bed. I'll tell Mathew you didn't feel well," I stood up, flushing the toilet before I went towards the sink to wash my hands."How on Earth would you know what happened to me if we're co-workers?""We're datin
"It'll be weird to live in the same place since we're dating," he smiled and took a bite of his pizza. Chris took me to one of his favourite pizza places in the world, not too far from his office, and ordered us a giant pizza with pepperoni.Safe to say, I loved it."I think it'll be fun. Since we can see each other whenever," he winked at me, making me smile as I took my last bite."Who was the girl that came down yesterday?" He looked at me smiling."Still jealous about that?" I rolled my eyes. "I told you, I didn't fuck her.""Then what the hell was she doing there?" He took a sip of his wine."One of my escorts," I nodded."I figured. So you wanted to fuck her?""Maybe," I wasn't mad that he wanted that. We weren't together. He had all the rights. But it made me uncomfortable. Maybe slightly irritated on the inside since I wished to be her. "I didn't do it because she wasn't someone I wanted apparently.""So why did she stay?""She was eager to do it but after I refused, she said
Christopher Morris.I was in his arms. His to hold. His to kiss. His to look at. It felt as if my life before him was perfect. Nothing had happened and he was my first."You're beautiful, Aella," I smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear."Why did you believe that it was me?""When you want something so bad, you start to hope everything is similar." I smiled."You-""Mr Morris?" The door opened, I got up, gave a hand to Chris to get up and stood by the table as Mariana waltzed in. "It's very urgent," Chris rolled his eyes."What?""A man walked in and demanded to speak to you," he chuckled."Meetings are scheduled.""He had two men beside him.""So?""With guns," Chris rolled his eyes again. Something in me thought of the possibility of that man being Archer or one of his minions."Where is he?""Right behind the door," he nodded."Name," she looked down on the binder she held in her hands."Archer Bowman," I stilled. Chris looked at me and back at her."Move it to later,"
I opened my eyes and was welcomed by a bad headache. I knew I drank yesterday but what happened after... no memory. I got on my back and looked up at the ceiling.This is not my room.I looked around and remembered that I was in the guest bedroom. I sat up looking around, noticing two perfume bottles on the fireplace.Aella... Or, Ella. Whatever she was.I got out of bed and found my clothes on the ground.How in the hell did this happen?I grabbed my clothes from the ground and sat on the edge of the bed. I began putting my pants on as the door opened. I turned my head and saw Ella walk in. She turned around and closed the door. A smile tugged my lips when I noticed my white dress shirt on her body. She didn't notice me until she looked up, which freaked her out."Oh, Madre mia! Chris," fuck, the way she said my name did wrong things to my body. Specifically my dick. She walked into the bathroom without another word to me.I didn't remember fucking her. Well... just finger fucking he