MEGHAN TINSLEYI wouldn’t mind being filled up with his cock. I could go for that right about now. The tension I felt had to go out somehow and what better tension extinguisher did we have if not sex? Nothing like a good ramming.Dale drove us to the restaurant in Kentsville where we had gone on our first date. We ordered chicken and soup. It didn’t just help with the tension but also the hunger and most importantly the cold.The wine soothed my nerves and deep into the evening I was laughing which was something I hadn’t done since our last time here. It was so easy connecting with the man sitting across me even though we were from completely different generations. How did he not mind that I was older than him?“Will that be all?” The waitress hovered around our table standing a little too close to Dale.She blinked her eyes at him in a dreamy cute way that was impossible to miss. Dale was oblivious to her charms, ignoring her completely as he spoke to me.“That will be all. Thanks.”
DALE CALLAHANThe insistent yet annoying sound of my phone ringing tried to wake me up several times but failed. With the cold seducing me deeper into sleep's arms it might take a miracle to wake me up.The phone rang relentlessly until I couldn't take it any longer.Who the fuck wants to get me out of bed so bad? It better be the president himself or God."Who is this?" I mumbled.Meg's voice brought me out of my sleepy drawl. I could barely understand what she was saying as she went on nonstop without taking a beat. Her voice quivered as she spoke."Calm down." I sat upright in bed. "Let's start again. What happened?"***"So you saw the creepy waiter here?" I wanted to be sure I understood the cause of her hysteria."Yes." She scowled."He was jogging too?""That's what I said."I still didn't get it. "So why are you freaking out?""Don't you get it?" She cried out. "He's the killer! He works in Kentsville but lives here in Stanton. I'll bet he moved recently too.""That's some goo
DALE CALLAHANMeg had told me she planned to spend her day bonding with Aria which made sense except for the part where Aria calls wanting to ask her mom about her chicken pie recipe.Why would Meghan lie about spending time with Aria? What could she be up to?I tried to think of one reason to explain it but there was none. So why?Her number rang but she didn't answer which was exactly what Aria had said when she called.I tried to call her two more times then I called it quits when she didn't pick up. I didn't want to come off as clingy or overprotective. It was too early to win that medal. An hour later, I had called her number more than a million times with twenty texts minus emojis.As much as I tried to assure myself that everything was okay, I was starting to get worried. Everything was not fucking okay.What if the killer had gotten to her? She didn't fit the profile of the victims since so far he's been targeting younger women. That did nothing to ease my rising panic.By mi
MEGHAN TINSLEYMy eyes slowly fluttered open, greeted by blinding white light. Confusion fogged my mind as I struggled to recall the events leading up to this moment. The last thing I remembered was following the waiter into the woods and then the shed. He entered the shed and then – darkness. And now, I found myself in an unfamiliar white room, the air heavy with an unsettling silence.Where am I? How did I get here?Panic surged through me as I realized I was trapped. There were no doors in the empty room. Fear clawed at my throat as I took in my surroundings. The room, devoid of any furniture or windows, seemed like a sterile prison, designed to hold me captive. Its emptiness mirrored the void in my heart, and a shiver ran down my spine at the thought of what awaited me.The next thing I noticed which should have given me comfort was that I wasn't tied up. My hands and feet were free but so also was my body. Someone had gone through the stress of taking off my clothes leaving just
DALE CALLAHAN"I can't fucking slow down!" I yelled into the phone. "Get to the cabin now."We had been wrong about the whole thing. The diary we found in Alec's cabin with the missing pages belonged to Agatha Marlow, the first victim who also happened to be his girlfriend. He must have killed her when he found out she had lied about her job. It all made sense now.Caleb was the first person I'd thought to call. He could get to Alec's house faster if he moved now."Get the whole squad and go." I scowled, driving with the care of a maniac straight out of hell.All I could think about was Meg. He had her. I was sure of that. There was no time to spare.Time was crucial. To think I'd been convinced Meg was with another man. Please be alive. Please Meg, please. I'm so sorry.Some minutes later Caleb called me. I picked up fumbling a bit."Did you find him?" I couldn't ask the question underneath.Did you find her?"Calm down, Dale." He said.I was anything but calm but there was no way h
DALE CALLAHANI gazed out of the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the breathtaking view of the azure ocean stretching towards the horizon, its waves gently crashing against the sandy shore below. We were in paradise, my thoughts echoed as I turned my attention back to the woman sitting beside me.She looked divine in an elegant sundress that accentuated her every curve. She sat comfortably on the plush sofa in our luxury suite. Her red, cascading hair shimmered under the warm sunlight glowing like a Phoenix's flame, as did her eyes, which sparkled mischievously. We had been enjoying an incredible vacation together, cherishing these precious moments away from the chaos we survived seven months ago.A contented smile played on my lips as I leaned towards her, a glint of longing mirrored in my eyes. "You know, Meg, this suite is quite enchanting, it pales in comparison to your beauty," I remarked winking.She chuckled, her laughter harmonious, and her eyes twinkled with deli
Teacher’s Pet: Bullied nerd Misha, has always had an unrequited crush on her hot highschool teacher, Mr. Brett. Ruggedly handsome, he appears so brooding and serious all the time but the dangerous glint in his dark eyes tells Misha otherwise, especially not after she caught him sleeping with a fellow teacher.When he asks her to meet him in the math class after school the next day, sparks fly, temperatures rise and a whole lot of other hard things do too.CHAPTER ONEIt was the early hours of Monday morning, 6:00am to be precise, and I was already in the cobwebby school basement, tucked away in the only neat corner. Of course, the neat corner of the basement, which I had turned into my niche, was cleaned up by me. You must definitely be wondering what kind of psycho cleans up the school basement to spend her mornings and what for! Well, to cut the long story short, it was my only means of survival. If I wanted to get through my remaining days in high school, then I had to do this. T
He was teaching Algebra. I already know the topic at the tip of my fingers. Of course, I studied ahead. Due to so much familiarity and hearing what I already know all over again, I completely lost concentration and gradually slipped into my dreamworld. I stared at Mr. Brett as he rambled on. I can’t explain enough how mesmerizing he was. He was Italian, so his voice came out like music. He had golden wavy hair that matched his brown eye color. A manly and gritty stubble was on his chin up all the way to almost his cheekbones. His cheekbones were well defined and he had a concrete jaw. He was so masculine and dangerously sexy. I gradually moved my eyes from his face to his bulging muscles. He flexed it with every movement of his hands. It was covered in tattoos, and I couldn’t make out the patterns. Not that I cared. I turned my attention to his lips. I imagined those soft lips kissing me passionately. Not on my lips yet, on my neck, but him gradually kissing me down to my breast.
BrettMisha was as innocent as a dove when I met her. I shamelessly took that away from her and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. The only bright side of it was that she would never have been mine if I didn’t make a move. I might have taken her innocence, but I will never take her dignity and public image. I knew the stigma she would face for this, especially if no one owned up to being responsible for the baby. I was going to suffer for our actions as much as she would. It would never equalize since she was the one carrying the baby, but I’m going to do as much as I could to support her through it all. I couldn’t let her bear it alone.If it was some other person, I would have immediately suggested abortion without second thoughts. But this was Misha and I loved her. She was the first girl I brought to my bedroom. I didn’t think. I just found myself taking her there. I took all my one-night stands to my guestroom, but for some reason, I had wanted her on my bed. I wante
BrettThe moment Misha had run into my class that Monday morning all sweaty, with her breast plastered to her shirt, I wanted her. I had wanted her so bad I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I got her. I might be somewhat rebellious, but never irresponsible. Then Misha had come along and dealt thoroughly with my self-control and dignity as a teacher. I had lost my sanity.The past few days had been very unbearable for me. I craved for Misha every damn day, but I needed to keep to my word. I was ruining her. I made sure to lock my office door because I knew that once she was able to walk through that door, I wouldn’t be able to resist her. She had come earlier this morning to see me. She was more desperate this time than she has ever been, but I ignored her. It hurts so badly, but I was doing this for her. She needed to move on and forget about me.It was school over and she was banging on my door again.“Brett, please open up,” she begged. “We need to talk.” I sat down, listening to
I didn’t go to school the following day because my condition became worse. It didn’t get better the day after either, so I still stayed back home again. I didn’t like this at all. It’s been a while since I felt this sick. I had lost so much appetite and I was suddenly disgusted with most foods, even ones I used to really enjoy. I threw up not less than twice each of these days. I hated every bit of this and I just wanted to get well.I didn’t want Evelyn or Jason to come into my room in case whatever I had was contagious. Evelyn being Evelyn was stubborn. She always came in and even hugged me, telling me that everything would be fine. She seemed to be convinced that whatever I had wasn’t contagious. Mom stayed back from work these past two days to look after me. I hated drugs, but I was desperate to get well. So, I was ready to take whatever amount was given to me, only that my mom wasn’t giving me any at all. Each time she came into my room, she looked at me with so much anxiety. Wh
For the past four days, I’ve been barely existing. The days went by with me hardly feeling my presence. I felt too numb to feel anything, not even pain. Everything was back to normal with Mr. Brett. He was just my teacher, and I, another one of his students. He has become so formal, you won’t believe there was ever something between us. I had finally come to terms with it after trying severally to reach out to him. After that day he cut things between us, he began locking his office, so I just couldn’t access him except during classes. I couldn’t try anything stupid during classes, he had completely left me in a hopeless situation.I’ve been working to get my life straight. It’s been difficult considering how much I’ve derailed, but the urgency of the situation required that of me. I have just a month until graduation and if I wanted to graduate, I had to make up for my accumulated poor grades. I didn’t give myself time to think, I studied most of the time and had minimal leisure so
Nothing was going right today! It all started out with me waking up late this morning. Well, that wasn’t really my problem because that was becoming regular. The actual problem was that Jason left without me. No matter how late I woke up, he always waited for me as long as it wasn’t the kind of late that’ll get us in trouble. But now, he had to leave me because he offered to pick Vivian up and I was delaying. I trekked to school today when I really did not have the strength! That Vivian girl had all of Jason’s attention now and it was really getting irritating. I deserved it because when I had his attention, I took it for granted.But Mr. Brett too? He too was just too busy for me this morning. I went to his office to relieve my anger and stress, but ended up sitting down and watching him work. I could swear he was faking it because he just kept looking for one thing after another to get himself occupied. No matter how many times I groaned out my frustration, he didn't glance at my di
I sat ogling Mr. Brett as he taught. He knew I was and I watched him try to ignore me. He was taking care not to look at me. It was entertaining and I was sure that the smile that was spread across my face was doing nothing to help him. I wanted to know his acting skills. How much he could pretend and not give away that something was going on between us.It seems like Mr. Brett realized my motive and decided to give me my own share of suffering. “Miss Misha.” I saw a smirk appear on his face and my smile disappeared immediately. What was he doing?“Would you tell us what’s so amusing that you got that smile plastered on your face.”Traitor!I swallowed hard. He had given himself an opportunity to comfortably look at me. The smirk had changed to a smile. He was enjoying this. Damn. I had nothing to say. “Are you daydreaming in my class again Miss. Misha? That guy must be something.” The class laughed, but I wasn’t embarrassed or mad.I rolled my eyes. Did he just compliment himself
It’s been two days now and I haven’t returned to school since the day I walked out of Mr. Brett’s office heartbroken. It was Thursday morning, exactly 5:00am and I was already awake contemplating if I would go to school. The pain felt a little bearable today. For the past two days, each time I opened my eyes in the morning, the pain came back like it was a fresh wound. I began to sob and get so weak that I couldn’t go to school. I still felt the pain now I just woke up, but it felt like it was fading and not like a fresh wound.I had told Jason that I am sick and that he shouldn’t bother. Whenever he came around to visit, I tried to brighten up and act more like I was sick than heartbroken. It didn’t take much effort to act. Being heartbroken felt like being sick.My family too bought the whole thing, except my mom who I felt was suspicious that something else was wrong. If she was, she didn’t push. Seems like she wanted me to open up by myself. I was lying on my bed and staring up
My shoulders sagged for the umpteenth time as I let out a sigh of frustration. For the first time I was paying attention to my appearance and it really wasn’t going well. I was in front of my mirror, staring at the mess I’ve made of my face in an attempt to put on some makeup. How the fuck is this done?!I groaned and went back to my bathroom to wash off my face again. My face was already burning due to the frequent scrubbing. This was not fun at all! Giving shit about how you look and trying to keep up with appearance is total slavery! It was at this moment, I really started pitying the likes of Evelyn. And to say they do this every damn day!Why am I feeling a little desperate to look good today? I’ve never put on makeup before, so what the hell made me feel that I would know how to? I didn’t even own a makeup kit! This is Evelyn’s.When I was done washing off my face, I stared at my bathroom mirror. I didn’t like the face that stared back at me and that only built my frustration.
I slowly opened my eyes to meet total darkness. I sat up on the bed and stretched. My back and pussy were aching. It wasn’t the painful kind of arching. It felt more like a sweet pain. I stretched again to relieve the strain in my muscle and lower back. My eyes gradually started adjusting to the darkness.My face flushed as the memory of my afternoon with Mr. Brett flooded in. I smiled and covered my face with my palms. I would be so embarrassed to look him in the eyes again.I couldn’t see but I could tell I was the only one in the room. I stretched my hand to my side, to confirm. Mr. Brett wasn’t there. I could see rays of light seeping in through little openings of the door. That meant that Mr. Brett was around. My heart skipped a bit with the thought of having to go out to meet him. It was inevitable, so there was no point in delaying. I stretched my legs out of the bed and stood up. I still felt too weak to carry my own weight. How long did I sleep? And wasn’t it enough to reg