ROBERT The woman staring at me from across the table was the polar opposite of the bubbly woman I'd fallen in love with as a teenager. She had a mischievous, almost frightening expression, which seemed out of place in the small, cozy, expensive restaurant. She couldn't have looked more ridiculous—at least to me—in a skintight dress that exposed too much of her skin and fake curves. She'd gone overboard with the dressing tonight, trying to impress me and up her game. But I didn't care. I never gave a damn.On the outside, she was beautiful in a plastic way. Her lips were smeared red with lipstick, and heavy makeup covered her face. But on the inside, she was sorely lacking. She appeared as a caricature of herself. A caricature I despised and loathed with every fiber of my being. Just a few years ago, I'd sworn to spend my life with this caricature who'd given birth to my son.But now?Now, we were strangers, staring at each other from across a table. Despite how warm the building
RENEE 'Please accept my apologies, Renee. I wasn't in the right frame of mind then, and...' As I thought of Dylan's apologies from last night, bubbles of laughter rose in my throat. I lay back and stared at the ceiling of my room dreamily. My eyes fluttered open and closed as I tried to stop thinking about Dylan and the rowdy conversation we'd had the day before, but I couldn't. His demeanor, audacity, and the way he casually guilt-tripped me with his story made me suspect he was up to no good. I never found out his true intentions though and dare say I felt a bit relieved. I didn’t want to know, or did I? Oh well. Again, I remembered the useless bouquet of roses he'd brought, and I couldn't keep the mocking giggle that escaped my lips. What the hell? Dylan thought he could apologize and bring me flowers, and everything would be alright. Why would he do that all of a sudden? He was so pitiful for someone who'd broken up with me without thinking twice. Just thinking about him ir
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