MARCUSI couldn’t stop thinking about Olivia the entire day. The prospect of seeing her again was like a shot of cocaine straight to my brain, and I couldn’t focus on anything else. I imagined her standing in front of me again, my fingers in her hair, my lips on her neck, while she sighed and moaned
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I asked.“Sir, please,” he said. “You’re hurting her.”“And so fucking what?” I growled. “How the fuck does that affect you?”He was trembling all over, and it was clear that he would take off at the slightest sign of danger. But he had to pretend to be str
I walked out of the room, and made sure to lock her in before I walked away. I half-expected to find Carlos and the other staff gathered outside the door, begging for my forgiveness. But thankfully they all made the right decision to go about their business. I made my way up to my room, where I took
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Ever since my conversation with Mr Jones, I felt like something was definitely wrong somewhere. Could it be that I was walking into a trap?Surely not. Ethan would never do that to me. That sounded like something Marcus would do, not Ethan. Afte
I finally reached the door, but I was so jumpy and scared that I ran straight into someone who was climbing the stairs and just about to open the door. My hand immediately went up, and I let out a scream as I pointed the knife in his face. “Jesus Christ!” Ethan cried, raising his hands in surrender
“I’m sorry too,” I replied, tears pooling in my eyes. “I’m so sorry for not telling you the truth, Ethan. I wanted to tell you so many times. The truth was eating me up inside. I was so ashamed, especially with how you found out.”“I get it,” he said, pulling back to look into my eyes. “I understand
It's funny how you don't notice the little things sometimes. When there's something right in front of you, you spend so much time with your attention elsewhere, never truly noticing the beauty in the little things. Take waking up, for example. It's such a normal, mundane thing. You open your eyes s
I buried my face in the nook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He smelled so clean, with a deep, earthy scent that made me want to lick his lips exposed neck. He was so warm, and I never wanted to leave this spot. "Do you think he is plotting something?" I asked. "Better safe than sorry," he said.
For a while, I just sat there and stared at Nate. I couldn't process the fact that he was here, and as my brain slowly booted up again, I felt Ethan tense beside me. "Nate, what are you doing here?" I asked. "Offering my condolences," he said. "I heard about the accident, and I just knew I had to
Ethan ended up taking longer than we expected to get discharged, and he ended up staying in the hospital for two weeks. During that time, he had to get a lot of therapy so he could move his left arm again, because some nerves had been damaged and they needed to heal properly. I stayed with him the
MARCUSI swear I could smell the pig even from outside the door. My blood was boiling even before I walked into the room, but it took a monumental effort to keep myself in check. I had to be quick. It shouldn't take longer than five minutes. Thankfully, the cop standing by the door didn't say anyth
“I know enough,” she said. “I knew her even before you did, Ethan. And I’m telling you, she’s nothing but trouble. What happens when she gets what she wants? What happens when she takes everything you have? Do you really think she isn’t a golddigger who is just trying to get close to you for your m
The first thing on my mind when I woke up was Ethan. I bolted out of bed instantly, and I had to grip the bed frame as I swayed and nearly toppled to the ground. I felt like my brain was trying to explode from my skull, and the ringing in my ear was constant. I had to sit down on the bed once again
Everything else that happened was a blur. All I saw was red, and I just wanted to hurt him. It wasn't until he passed out that I finally let up on him, taking a step back and turning to face Liv, who looked absolutely petrified. That was the last thing I remembered before passing out. "Where is tha
ETHANThe first thing I heard was the beeping. As I tried to open my eyes, a blinding pain shot up my entire body, and I almost couldn't breathe for a second. I felt like someone had smacked me in the face with a sledgehammer, and then gotten several bags of cement and laid them all over my body. I
“Forget them,” he said. “We’ll get you some new ones once we’re out of the country.”“Chris, listen to me,” I said. “Please, just let me do this. I won’t take long. You can watch me the entire time.”He stared at me with his eyes narrowed, clearly trying to figure out what I was up to. To be honest,
I saw the moment the gun went off, with the brief flash at the end of the barrel, while I threw myself entirely onto Chris' arm in an attempt to shove him out of the way. But the bullet had been shot, and I turned in horror to find Ethan falling to the ground. And in the moment, I felt like the worl