YARAI couldn't believe what I was seeing. The shock deactivated my senses and I stood there staring.The blonde girl moaned while Allan fucked her like it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Her moans muffled the sound of the door opening so they weren't aware they had an audience.My heart sank and my world crashed around me. I felt like I couldn't move or speak. All I could do was stare in disbelief. The shock was great.As soon as he noticed me, his movements came to an abrupt stop. He stammered his way through excuses and apologies, but I didn't want to hear any of it. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes and my chest tightening with anger. His voice sounded far away."How could you do this to me?" I screamed at him, finally finding my voice. "You slimy good-for-nothing asshole!""Please, let me explain," Allan said, as I just stood there furious."I don't want to hear it," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.I thought about what I had sacrificed for his stupid a
YARA"Oh." Naomi gasped. "It's you."I noticed the note of displeasure in her voice. Her eyes burned with intentional contempt."Um, I need to talk with—" I paused feeling quirky. "Him.""I'm trying to understand you here. When you say 'him', do you mean my best friend? The same guy you betrayed."Her words hit me like a fist. I flinched. The coward in me wanted to retreat while I still had the chance but I knew what would happen if I did that. I could visualize my life without Will, working a job I hated just so I can be part of something greater than myself getting so depressed I'd have two cats, an addiction to over the counter meds, and a dating profile to fall back on.I shuddered at the thought. Hell no!"I know what you must think of me right now." I began to say. "Hate me all you want." I took a breath. "I know I do."She regarded me with a cold look but said nothing. I continued my awkward speech. "There's so much I wish I'd have done differently—learn to ride a bike, rock yo
Meghan Tinsley, a former lead CSI takes a trip to a lonely town to spend a few days with her daughter and son-in-law. The night she arrives she runs into trouble in the form of a dashingly young handsome deputy called Dale Callahan.Dale employs every play in the book he can use to try and get Meghan to be his but she feels she's too old for him. Despite her resistance, Meghan knows in her heart she is playing a losing game and she loses everything to him. The arrival of a killer in town is just the kind of action they need to spice things up a bit.DALE CALLAHANI walked into the dimly lit bar, the smell of whiskey and cigarette smoke filling the air. The energy was tangible, the low hum of conversation creating an alluring atmosphere.Lethargy had pushed me to the brink of delirium. One more step and I'd have gone over the edge. Coming to the bar had been on impulse and now I could see it was the right move. If I was lucky enough, I'd pick up a woman to fill up the recent void eatin
MEGHAN TINSLEYFlirting with him had given me a taste of my youth and it was fun but there was no point in dragging it on.I moved away from him and made my way to the door. Aria was waiting for me. Knowing her, she was seconds away from calling the FBI to update my name on the missing person's list.Aria, my daughter, is all grown up now. It didn't change anything because she would always be the sweet little girl I raised her to be but somewhere along the line our roles had changed.The liquor in my system sharpened my wits. I found Caleb's car where I packed it and drove the short distance back to the cabin.I planned on staying in town for a week and so far I had to say it's a pretty okay town. Aria could do better though."Mom!" Aria rushed out of her seat immediately I walked in.I smiled. "Relax, honey. I just went to have a few drinks at the bar.""I was close to freaking out an hour ago but Caleb reassured me you'd be fine."I mouthed a "thank you" to Caleb. He was an okay guy
DALE CALLAHANShe was an extraordinary woman. I could tell. Her deep sensual aura made every second I spent in her presence excruciatingly painful.My dick hardened as I thought about our recent encounter on the beach. She struck me as a woman with many layers and the possibility of getting a chance to pull them back turned me on. Everything about her turned me on.It didn't sway my determination knowing she was Aria's mom. I could see it now. The deep hypnotic blue eyes. The lingering smile.Aria was a wonderful person and her presence in town had a positive impact right from the first minute she arrived. We weren't really close but Caleb was my boy. We had been deputies in the Sheriff's office for three years now. If there was any man alive I'd want beside me if I had to walk on hot coal then it would be Caleb.He was an okay guy.If I was going ahead with this then I had to run it by him. There was no way around it and knowing Caleb, he probably wouldn't mind.My dick throbbed at
MEGHAN TINSLEYMy body ached. It fucking throbbed for him. There was no way to explain it. Every single atom in me vibrated in wild anticipation because of him.This is crazy…He was doing things to my mind and body that were criminal. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed the attention and the tingles but it didn't feel right."Mom," Aria called from the kitchen.The sound coming from the kitchen indicated she was unpacking the groceries she had gotten on our way from the beach."Yes, baby," I responded, trying to shut him out of my mind completely."Was that Dale I saw you talking with earlier? At the beach."Dale… His name is Dale."Uh, sure," I said, scrunching my nose.I knew what was going to come next. Aria was overprotective especially when it involved men. I couldn't blame her since I had a shitty record of picking assholes and good-for-nothing scumbags."Wow. That's quick."I could almost hear the hint of a smile in her voice. "What do you mean by that?" I asked defensively."Nothi
DALE CALLAHANI arrived at Finney Park feeling an equal dose of relief and exhaustion. The relief came from knowing Dolly was no longer on my bed contaminating my sheets with her terrible cologne. I considered burning the sheets when I got back. As for the exhaustion, well you know –Sheriff Roscoe stood by the gate with a cigar the size of a fist between his lips. The weird thing about it was that Roscoe didn't smoke.First the sigh now this."It's a bloody mess, kid." He said as I approached him.I got close enough to notice his hand shaking. This was also a first. Sheriff Roscoe got the nickname Steel Gut Roscoe for a reason."How bad is it?" I swallowed through the lump in my throat. He shuddered visibly. "You'll have to see for yourself."I wasn't sure I wanted to see the body anymore, not with the way it affected Sheriff Roscoe.He suggested we wait for Caleb before going in. Apparently, the night guard at the park had been doing his round when he stumbled upon the body; not li
MEGHAN TINSLEYThe scene hadn't been contaminated. It looked almost too good; too clean. She wasn't killed here. Even a blind man could point that out. The next thing I noticed was her underwear. It was missing. There wasn't a woman alive that would wear a simple wool dress with a plaid mini skirt without wearing panties underneath. The panties helped seduction if we went with that angle.It didn't take long to notice the marks around her thighs and dried semen.The sheriff and Dale had run off while Caleb watched me from a distance quietly as I worked. They were all green. I didn't blame them. The killer had done a heck of a job hacking her away like she was nothing.The killer was an amateur. There were hair fragments on her clothes and broken skin in her fingernails. I reckon they'd close the case in a day or two.An ambulance arrived just as I was rounding up. It felt good working on a case after so long. The thrill. There was nothing like it.The ME, Garry Wright, came out of t
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