ROBERT “Please wait a moment, Mr. Bradley.” I stepped away from the estate manager, grabbing my vibrating phone from my pocket to answer the call. As I continued to walk away from the mansion’s busy corridor, the ringing became louder and I looked at the screen, where I saw Renee’s name flash across.Swiping the answer button while simultaneously pushing open a set of wooden doors, my eyes darted around and caught sight of the balcony.The sky outside was cloudless and a little dark because it was getting late, but the view was still lovely, and hearing Renee's voice would make it even better. “Robert?….” She sounded nervous and confused, making me worry for a split second.“Hello, baby girl. Are you okay?” “Why are you asking that? Of course, I am okay.” She replied, chuckling on the other end. The sound made me relax again.“You didn’t sound alright at first. Is there a problem? Talk to me….” I trailed off as I gently closed the door and walked to the large balcony, gripping t
RENEE “That was the plan, baby girl. The plan... the freaking plan...” I shivered as Robert's husky voice whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my skin. As he trailed kisses down my throat, the sharp stubble of his beard grazed the exposed skin at the side of my shoulders, and I let out a soft whimper. He didn't stop until he reached the crook of my neck, his mouth sucking hungrily at the flesh there and nibbling with his teeth. I felt shocks run through my body like little lightning bolts, making me visibly shudder. “Oh, God! Please, Robert.” I muttered, pushing gently with my shoulders. “For goodness' sake, I'm cooking...”“Good evening to you, too as well, baby girl.” He chuckled darkly, and before I could say anything else, Robert's right hand reached for the spoon I was holding. He turned me around, dropped the steel utensil on the kitchen countertop, and pushed me away from the cooking island. “Rob... Robert? What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes widening as I looked at
ROBERT Sunday arrived sooner than I’d hoped, bringing a tense atmosphere that I didn’t enjoy. Last night's scuffle between Renee and me had escalated quickly, as I should’ve expected. Even though I eventually calmed her down, the warm evening was filled with an awkward tension I didn't know how to handle. We'd watched movies, cuddled, and even had sex, but Renee remained distant. She wasn't herself at all. The bubbly, loving, and pestering woman I'd grown to adore had vanished, replaced by a quiet, moody, and withdrawn woman. She wasn't avoiding me per se, but she wasn't saying much either, and it was driving me insane. I didn’t like this attitude, and I wasn’t too fond of her silence either. 'But you were the one who started it. You brought this upon yourself.' As I sat on the bed, watching her dress, I couldn’t stop thinking about how to make it up to her.What could I do? What could fix this? 'You know what you should do, Robert. Stop overthinking and start talking to her
All it takes for people to go insane is one night alone with themselves and their greatest fear. “Hex” by Thomas Olde Heuvelt.~•~ HOTEL DE GRANDE, ORLANDO, FLORIDA.August 18th. 2***17:25pm. GMT-5. ~•~ AMANDA I had to do something, and it had to be soon. The sound of my stiletto heels kept striking the car’s floorboard, and it echoed alongside the eerily soothing music blasting from the vehicle’s speaker system. Ever since I’d driven into this hotel parking lot after getting Robert’s exact location by tracking his cell phone number, I’d known there was no turning back. The nagging feeling that I was about to discover a shocking revelation bored a hole in my mind, and sure enough, I’d gotten what I’d signed up for. “What the hell?” I murmured as I continued staring at Robert and the strawberry blonde-haired bimbo walking next to him. The woman he was fucking recently and spending extravagant amounts of money on, according to the information I got from my private informant.
RENEE“Are we there yet?” I asked impatiently as Robert continued leading me to wherever his hands covering my eyes. We'd been walking for nearly a half hour since he'd pulled over by the side of the road, and I had no idea where we were or where he was taking me.Because his nose nuzzled the soft strands of my hair, his words were muffled, but I heard him say, “Yes, we are.”“Then let me see.” “Sure.” He muttered, kissing my right cheek chastely before removing his hands from my face, and I softly gasped. My vision was distorted and hazy at first, so adjusting took some time, but it soon cleared. “Woah, Robert!” I exclaimed as I stared at the magnificent building in front of me. It was a mansion—a huge structure—the kind where wealthy people lived with their families over generations. My eyes widened even more. The view was breathtaking, and the mansion stood proud, its massive façade reflecting the evening sky above. The dawning sunset painted the sky with orange and purple hu
RENEE “Fuck. Renee. You’ll. Be. The. Death. Of. Me!” As he thrust deeper into my pussy, Robert growled, his eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. He had my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me hard against the tiled wall of one of the mansion's bathrooms. We'd just finished a quick tour of the large house some minutes ago, and after excusing ourselves from Mr. Bradley, the realtor, Robert dragged me into one of the rooms and proceeded to have his way with me. “Oh, Renee!” He cried out again, this time with his eyes open, as he continued to plunge his dick inside of me mercilessly. “Yes, Daddy!” I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his back as he stretched my walls, going in and out and repeating the movement that had my legs shaking fervently.“I'm going to fucking come!” Robert growled, his right hand cupping one of my freed breasts, and he started pumping faster and harder, his pace quickening. “Yes, Daddy!” “Fucking pussy. Fucking mine!” Robert yelled hoarsely, his voice
ROBERT The ticking of my office wall clock brought my thoughts back to the present, and I sighed as I listened to the client seated across my desk. He was the construction manager in charge of my Orlando office renovation. I'd told Renee over the weekend that I could make Orlando my business headquarters, and I was following through with it. Mr. Ryan, a close friend who worked in the Orlando office, had referred me to the man. He was in his early fifties and seemed to be the right fit for the job. The man rambled on and on about the changes the building would require and the renovations that’d be done.With his salt-and-pepper hair and a grin on his face, I decided not to focus on anything else but what he was saying. I paid close attention to everything he said and even took notes to avoid forgetting anything important. After all, I didn't want this project to fail because it was my best yet. “When are you going to start? Also, how long will it take us to finish the remodel? Y
The best-laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley. And leave us naught but grief and pain, For promised joy! (To A Mouse) by Robert Burns.~•~AMANDA The grim expression on Robert's face when I walked into his office was unsurprising. He stood in front of his desk, one hand on it and the other against the edge, drumming impatiently. I could tell he wasn't thrilled about my visit by the tenseness in his muscles and the way his jaw ticked. But I didn't mind. “Amanda—” He greeted me coldly as I approached the desk. I took a seat, placing my small clutch purse on the cool wooden surface and flipping my hair sideways. “Robert…” I replied smugly, and he raised an eyebrow at me.“What do you want?” His tone held an undertone of irritation, as if he didn't appreciate my presence here and that I was well aware of.However, I did not respond right away. Instead, I used a few moments of silence to look around the large office. The room was decorated in a masculine style, and I couldn