Fiona pants, her mouth open and her eyes closed, as she and Kent finish in his office. She’s straddling him in his chair, her black silk panties discarded on the floor.Kent breathes hard too, on hand wrapped in her hair, the other pressed against her lower back. Slowly, she raises herself off of h
Kent looks down at me with a withering look. I work hard to keep my face straight, but I feel so terribly awkward that I open my mouth to say something else – anything else -Daniel saves me. He links elbows with me and pulls me closer. “My mom died when I was young,” he says casually. “Her marriage
“Come on, baby Fay,” she says with a smile. “Let’s go have a drink.”I shrug, not hating the idea, and let Fiona help me out of the wedding gown. After I change, I follow her through the kitchen and out into a beautiful little garden I didn’t know was here. “Oh wow,” I say, looking around. “It’s be
“Kent doesn’t use this place anymore,” she says, “but I organized it a while ago. I thought it was better like this than everything just in boxes. This way if he needs to look through anything, he’s got a place to sit.”“He’s lucky to have your help,” I murmur, looking around. “That’s all old famil
My heart pounding, I press the stop button on the remote as fast as I can and return my wide eyes to Kent, who is still looking at me. Please, please, please. By all that is holy, let him not have seen me watching his sex tape.“What are you doing in here,” he asks, angry.“Um,” I say, terrified, h
The man starts to scream as Kent stands behind him, pressing the sharp edge of the knife to the man’s pinky finger. The scream turns to a howl of horror, of pain, as Kent presses the blade deeper.I’m frozen to the spot, horrified. Though I can feel myself trembling, I can’t move, can’t stop watchin
I gasp, my eyes going wide, and then – instantly, like flipping a light switch – I come back to myself.“Oh my god!” I shout, putting my hands up against his chest and shoving him. “Oh my god you are so gross!”He laughs then, truly entertained but not moving at all against my pushes. After three or
He gives me a little shake – nothing rough, just enough to try to teach me he’s in control – but I just laugh against his hand, perhaps a little manic now –The fear is still coursing through me, but along with it is something else – adrenaline, maybe – God damnit, was he right? Was my body respond