Tell me what you think of Katherine's?
Chole The next morning, a call from Sarah woke me up. I didn't want to pick at first because I didn't have the means to fulfill what I had promised her. Then, not picking up her call would also be bad because I didn't know what she wanted. In the end, I picked up her call. “Thank you. Thank you!” Her voice was raised. “What do you mean thank you?” I asked. “Thank you for what you did. The doctors told me that you paid for my mother’s bill. Thank you very much!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Which kind of scared me. I didn't do anything. I hadn't even been in the hospital since what happened. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You know I was skeptical, I didn't know how you were going to help me. I thought that you were only boasting until I got to the hospital today.” She smiled. “Where are you?” I asked. I had to ask because I did not know what she was talking about. What did I do? How did I do it? I was confused but I didn't want to tell her that. “I am in the hosp
CHLOE. I wanted him. I wanted sex badly. Lucas came closer and started to touch me, all over my body. I did not stop him. I couldn't bring myself to stop him because I wanted him. No, I wanted to be touched. Every part of me was pulsating. My pussy was soaking with my juice. Goodness, I wanted him. I shouldn't want him but I did. He pulled me to the bed, whispering all kinds of words in my ears. His fingers grazed my nipples, sliding back and forth. I moaned, the sound slipping out of my mouth without my control. I closed my eyes, enjoying every part of it. Goodness, what was wrong with me? Why do I want this? He was beginning to untie the towel from my body and I felt his manhood graze my wet pussy. Hmm, I moaned hey again. It was kind of shameful that I did not control myself. “You want me to finger you?” He growled in my ear and then moved his hand to my thigh, he started to push his hand up my thigh, almost touching my pussy when I pushed him off. “Stop, no!” I said.
ETHAN. I didn't know why I felt like going back home. After the call with Chloe, all I felt like doing was to see her. She didn't look good as though something was bothering her. Perhaps I needed to go and check on the home and how things were being operated in my absence. Celine came to me while I was preparing to leave, packing my bags. She raised her brows wondering where I was heading. “You said you are not going to leave anytime soon,” she said. “Yeah, but I need to get home for some things.” I grabbed some bundle of cash from my bag and stretched it to her. She accepted it and smiled. “For Kate.” With this, I left. I had booked my flight earlier. Since it was I who booked it, the response was faster. This was why it was necessary to build one's name. Things got done better. Soon, I was on the plane. It was a two-hour journey. Soon, I arrived. My bodyguard was supposed to come and pick me up. Lucas. He was my favorite bodyguard yet he fucked it all up the moment he touch
CHLOE. Consciousness hit me with a pang of pain. My thighs hurt, reminding me of the sex that happened between Ethan and me. It was hot. I wouldn't lie, every part of it was ecstatic. He pushed his dick deep into me, and I felt it in my belly. His dick filled me up and took over my senses until all I could think about was the thrusting rhythm. Even now, my pussy was pulsating. Still, I didn't know why I acted that way yesterday. Why did I want sex badly? What happened to me? It was as if my libido increased over a hundred. It was then I noticed that I wasn't in my room. We came into his room yesterday and had sex. The thought of sex had my cheeks heated up again. Just then, the front door pushed back and I thought that it was Ethan so I laid back and pretended to be asleep. The person stepped into the room and came over to my bed. “Are you awake?” It was the voice of a female, a maid. I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me. Both of her hands were stretched out in front of
CHLOE. My eyes widened after Katherine said she was carrying Ethan’s child. I felt a tug in my heart, and my hand fell next to me aimlessly. She looked scared, which meant that she wasn't joking. She was telling the truth for her to be this scared of Ethan. Ethan froze before he gently turned to her. He was upset. Why was he upset when he was the one fucking her? He had been cheating on his wife. His child must be so disappointed in him. Katherine was going to have his child now, which was even worse. Perhaps he wouldn't need me anymore. He already had two women who would be more than willing to satisfy him and his sexual desires that seemed never to be quenched. All I did was stare at him, feeling so much anger. I didn't know why I was angry. It wasn't me he was cheating on. After all, I was nothing more than a sex slave to him. Why did I now feel upset? I hated the way my blood boiled. “Chloe, wait in my room,” he said without looking at me. Why did he tell me to go and wait i
CHLOE. I couldn't stop thinking about it. The pregnancy Katherine said she had. It bothered me and I hated that it bothered me so much. Waiting for Ethan only made the feeling worse so I stopped waiting and went to the kitchen. Grandma stood next to the sink, peeling some carrots. She wore a white cardigan and a long green flare skirt. She had her white hair packed in a bun. The sleeves of her white sweater were rolled up to her elbow probably because she was cooking and didn't go get them wet. I walked over to her. Glad I wasn't wearing any expensive clothing as I had planned to help Grandma out in the kitchen to get the thought of Ethan and his new baby mama out of my head. I was wearing short jeans and a knitted tank top. The maid had brought it to me and I couldn't get that out of my head because Ethan had picked it out for me. Maybe, he didn't, maybe it was just in my head. Shorts and knitted tank tops were my style. I was getting over my head, Ethan would never try to find
CHLOE. Ethan moved closer to me, closing up the space between us. His huge figure covered me up, and the smell of his exotic perfume; Creed aventus was all I could inhale. I stepped back, not wanting to be swallowed by him. The moment my back hit the wall, I knew I was doomed. I did not want to give in to him and his perfect body. He was wearing a plain white shirt and black jeans. He rolled up the sleeves of both his shirts, his tattoos obvious. He placed both of his hands on both sides of my head, his face just inches away from mine. I looked straight into his chest instead of raising my head to meet his face. His scent invaded my nostrils taking my breath away. He just stared at me for the first few minutes, saying no word to me. I didn't know what he was doing but I avoided looking in his face. There was something about this moment that just set my heart. I didn't know what it was. “Do you want to carry my child?” He asked, his voice thick and manly. He sounded like the kind
CHLOE. Forty minutes later, I was done with what Ethan had asked me to do. It wasn't hard working on it at all. Twenty minutes before I finished, he went out of the room, he told me that he was hoping to his room. Hence when I was done, I went to his room to submit all that I had written. Stepping into the room, I was welcomed by the sound of the shower from his bathroom. There was no one in the room, it was empty but he was in the bathroom. I didn't know why I froze in the room, as though I was waiting for him to be out. It didn't take long for him to be out of the bathroom. The water stopped running and he stepped out of the brown door that led to his bathroom. His tall frame stopped at the front of the door, surprised to see me. His wet and huge body was wrapped in a white towel. His waist took the towel, his upper body was wet and streaming with water. I froze and could not blink. His biceps took every part of my senses and made me stare at him like a fool. The water from
Chloe Eventually, I went with Damien to the hospital. I knew that staying home would make it better or make me feel better. I had to meet Grandma and know how much she knew. Perhaps I could even bribe her into not exposing me. Maybe threaten her? That would be Gerald’s advice but why would I do that to her? Pushing her didn't even sit well in my books. I hated it so much that I pushed her but there was nothing more I could do to keep my secrets at that time. I wished that there was a better way. Damien looked very nervous next to me. He was eager to see his mother. I had never seen him so anxious in his whole life. He was probably scared to meet her. “I might end up hating her,” he said. “Hating her?” I asked and he nodded, glancing at me before looking over at the road. “Yes, I might even up hating her when I find out that she knew all along.” Oh. “I am sure she doesn't know. Grandma wouldn't have known that you were her son and then she would make you go through all of that
CASSIE.“You need my help,” I said looking at her. I tried to be as soft-spoken as I could be. This way, I could penetrate her and make her vulnerable to me. I could make her tell me everything and then I could draw from her and make my plans to catch whoever had framed her. I wasn't entirely sure that she was framed. To be very honest, I didn't know what to believe yet. But then I could read between the lines better than anyone. I could see that there was more than anyone knew. Things weren't correlating. I had seen that there were errors and I had looked into it. There was a connection between what happened to Grandma and then me. “Why did you hurt Caitlyn and I?” I asked. I made use of the words to push her forward. She instantly got angry and then stood. She wanted to walk away from me because she was angry with the words that I had said. “You want to leave?” I didn't turn to her but then she paused. “You and your friend framed me and because you have a rich dad and Alpha,
Chloe After I left Patricia, I went into my room to read the message I had received better. Earlier, I thought that I was reading wrong, it couldn't be true that someone saw Cassie and me in the bush. No one had access to the lake because it was an exclusive lake as it was not far from the pack house. How come someone saw us? I opened the message and read through it once more. My eyes scanned through the text, and each word that I read made my heart fly so high in my chest. Indysbrku, I dialed the number. It wasn't even a number from my pack. Whoever had the number wasn't one of my pack members as we had distinctive numbers which separated us from others. However, the number did not go through. The number was invalid and this only angered me. Who was the motherfucker who chose to prank me? This had to be a prank. I just couldn't make peace with the thought that someone had seen us and I was being threatened right now. Perhaps it was Alpha ego. The thought of it was simply annoyin
DAMIEN. Spinning her around, she was nothing but a middle-aged woman. She looked stunned when she saw me, her mouth flying open while she stared deeply at me. “Alpha.” She called, shocked to see me. My eyes fell to her hand, she had nothing there, no bag. Nothing which meant that she didn't carry the bag like I had presumed. I looked around again maybe I could see any other person but there was no one. “What are you doing here?” I asked. She said nothing, she dropped her gaze. “Why are you not speaking?” I asked. “Because…” She paused, reluctant. “What? Tell me, I am your Alpha,” I said. She scratched the back of her head before sighing and giving in. “I am tired of life, Alpha. I trusted a man who took so much from me. I was so stupid to have believed him. I already lost so much!” She half sobbed. Her demeanor had changed too. “So what did you come here to do? Plant some money?” I gave her a stare that made her chuckle, lighting up the mood like I wanted. “No. I... I want
Chloe“Do you have an idea of the reason she kept the secret from you?” Patricia asked, her eyes still wide open after I told her who my biological mother was. Her face had been completely stunned for a while now. “No. But then I have been thinking that she doesn't know about it either. There is no way she would have watched me struggle to know my biological mother when she was there all along. Titus suggested it and I read sense into it as well.” “Oh, yeah.” She scratched the back of her neck. “Right now, I am praying to the moon goddess that she gets better quickly to enable me to have answers to all my questions. I really needed to ask her a lot of questions,” I said, looking away when I remembered that I had asked her to do something for me. I turned to her, she was playing with her well-painted fingers now. “What about the research on Rachel’s family? Have you figured out them like I asked?” I turned to her. I had been bothering my Beta lately even when he had external pack
CHLOE. Ethan told me to bring a drink for his visitor and to be very honest, I was upset that he had called me to bring a drink for the Matilda. Who was she to him? I still had that question roaming in my mind. I still wondered where she had come from and why she came here. What did she want? I listened to him and took the drunk to the hallway where he stayed to work sometimes. I saw her next to him, talking. She sat extremely close to him and I hated it. Why did she have to sit so close to him?I rolled my eyes and then set the tray before her. Her eyes were on me, she kept looking at me as if she knew me before today. Her eyes were on me the entire time while I was fuming with so much anger. I turned around and left the hallway, striding down the narrow way until I got to the stairs. I was so upset, to be honest. Why did he have to come here with her? He was always working so why did he have time to speak to her? Would she be staying here? Sleeping? I hope not. She should
CHLOE. Ethan kept staring at the new girl and she smiled back at him. There was a mutual feeling between them, as though they knew each other before today. I didn't like it. I didn't like that they knew each other. That Ethan looked at her like he knew her. He stared at her with a friendly gaze, I hated it. “Matilda.” He called her name once more. I disliked her name the instant he called her again. She smiled, the dimples on both sides of her cheeks pretty. I wouldn't lie, she was beautiful and with those natural dimples, she looked breathtaking. Ethan kept speaking to her and he completely lost interest in me and what I had to say.“Hi, Ethan,” Matilda said, her voice like that of a cat. I was certain that it wasn't her real voice and she was trying to impress him. “Chloe, I will speak to you later,” he said to me and then stretched his hand toward the devil in the devil’s dress. She wore a mini gown which barely covered her entire thigh. Certainly, she was trying to seduce him, t
CHLOE. My eyes went wide and I looked around the room. It was different. I didn't know the room until I came back to my senses and remembered that I had collapsed onto the floor. My mother had a hiccup, her chest rising and falling. And then I collapsed out of shock. I ran my hand over my face, trying to sit up on the bed. At the same time, the door was pushed back and then a nurse stepped into the room. She had a bowl with her which had some syringes and drugs. “Am I good to go?” I asked, trying to sit up and then remove the drip worked into my skin. It hurts. “Oh, yes but I have to give you some antibiotics for the baby,” she said nonchalantly and then dropped the pan next to my bed. My eyes went wide, so wide, it almost took over all of my face. What baby?“Uhm, I think you made a mistake,” I said. “Mistake? Are you not Chloe Hathway?” She asked. That was my name. “Yes,” I said. “Good. You are one month pregnant, that was the reason you passed out,” she answered. My left
CHLOE. I wasn't sure Ethan was capable of falling in love. Although he had been showing the characteristics of such. Yet, I wasn't fully convinced that he was. Hence I decided to ask Grandma and seek her advice. If Ethan was truly in love with me, then I would be able to seek revenge for all that he had done to me. I would be able to torment me as much as he did to me. That afternoon I wasn't on duty as there was nothing to actually do. Grandma was preparing Ethan’s pumpkin soup, one of his favorite foods which grandma used to prepare for him when he was younger. Hence I wasn't supposed to interfere. This time I wanted something so I went to the kitchen. Grandma was backing me, her hands on the table, slicing the pumpkin leaf. I slid in quickly and started to held her with the necessary things. She glanced at me but didn't say anything even though I had never helped her. Probably because Ethan had told me never to prepare the soup for him because Grandma was in charge of that. Ever