Sighing, Bea took the phone away from her ear and tried to check the device for messages or voice note notifications. She was hoping to get at least one of those from Frank but not to her surprise, she didn’t see any. She brought herself to dial his number again and see if he was going to pick up. Just when she was giving up, he finally answered. “Hi, baby?!” Beatrice scoffed. She couldn’t help herself. His voice came through as though they were on good terms. “Really?!” She glared at him over the phone even though they couldn't see each other. “What do you mean? Is anything the matter?” “Come on, Frank, you really need to step up your game. Are you saying you are not aware of where we left off last night? You really can do better” “What do you mean? You hung up on me, how is that my fault?” “Wait, do you even love me or you are just messing around with me?” “There you go again, saying all these words!” “You cut the call and I assumed you wanted some space, that’s why I d
Beatrice groaned, slowly changing her sleeping position. “It’s on days like this that I regret that you own a key to my apartment.” “Wake up, Bea! You’re going to be late for your date. It’s already past 4 pm.” “I’m not going anywhere.” She mumbled, with her eyes still closed. “No, that’s not possible! Not when I’m here already. Get your ass up!” She removed the duvet from her body. “Why are you like this, Ri?” She mumbled, slowly sitting up. “You’ve got a date to prepare for. Why are you still on your bed?” “I don’t want to go on any date.” “Stop being a pussy! Go take a shower and let’s start getting ready.” “Stop using vile words to me.” “No! Because you are really being a pussy right now!” Beatrice glared at her bestie who stood just right across her bed with a skimpy gown and with her hands on her hip. “I’m really not in the best mood right now and the last thing I need from you is to bully me.” “If I have to bully you to make you go on that date, then consider it don
“Good evening, Miss Beatrice. Mr Debock requested I come pick you up.” The chauffeur said politely the moment she opened the door. “Good evening.” She nodded, not knowing what else to say, then followed him, hoping anyone who knew her wouldn’t see her or anyone who knew Frank wouldn’t recognize her. She felt her throat go dry when she saw the limo before them. The chauffeur was ahead of her so he opened the door for her. “Thank you,” She mumbled, then entered, comfortably taking her seat. She saw Rita smiling hard as she stood by the door of the house, waving her hand as the driver drove off. Beatrice took a deep sigh, trying not to think of something else but to keep an open mind and to enjoy the night as she promised Rita. After what felt like years to come, the chauffeur pulled up in literally the most expensive restaurant in the city. As far as she knew, it was only the richest of people that dined there and that included celebrities as well as dignitaries. Never had it cros
“Stop putting me in uncomfortable situations, Debock!” “You like that name, don’t you? You’re the only one who doesn’t call me by my first name. At least to my face!” “Just let me go!” “You’re not going anywhere and I mean it.” “Didn’t you notice we are the only ones here?” His statement hit her and then she looked around, realizing that this was a VVIP space but with glass doors. Only when you step outside will you see other people. “You're not going to hurt me, right?” She whispered, looking at him with her pure, innocent eyes which ignited a very strong feeling in his heart. Not only could he see the fear and worry in her eyes. He could also hear it in her voice, almost destroying every nasty thought he had towards her. “You’re too precious to me for me to do that.” “I know you got yourself a man but that’s not going to stop me from giving you your flowers where you deserve them. Besides, you are not married so that gives me all the right to go after you.” “I can hear your h
Daniel burst into a peal of satisfied laughter. He knew he was a very brutal person, hence he knew people talked behind him a lot and probably called him nasty things but he didn’t give a fuck! He would have probably tortured anyone who spoke nasty about him before him but hearing Beatrice speak her mind about him made him so amused. “You think I’m a brat?!” He said, not believing she was calling an over 30-year-old man a brat. “Aren’t you?” “No, I’m not!” “Of course, you’re going to put yourself in a good light.” She said, reaching for her glass cup and taking some sips of her drink. “I’m not a brat. I promise you!” “You sound sincere but your actions say otherwise.” “Don’t you think you’re being brutal judging me by what happened?” “That’s just who you are! I don’t think I’ll ever see you another way. Not all women want to be spanked in the ass by you!” Daniel nodded slowly, trying not to look like he was really affected by her words. “In as much as I would like to offer yo
“Where are you taking me to?” She giggled as they approached the car. Daniel walked in the direction of the passenger's seat. He opened the door when he got there, then made her sit in, placing her purse on her lap. Then he went over to the driver’s seat and helped himself in. He started the car, then turned his attention to the lady beside him who was currently making him crazy. She was smiling at him, biting her lower lip at the same time. “Fuck you!” He moved to where she was seated and covered his mouth against hers, kissing her deeply as if his life depended on it. Daniel’s hand subsequently went to her Cleavage. He snuck his hand in her dress, grabbed her boobs, and squeezed it before focusing on her nipple, fondling it as hard as he could. Daniel smiled against her lips as he felt her moan into his mouth. He loved the feel of the nipple in his fingers and he continued to fondle it hard in a circular motion. Aggressively, he patted her legs, ruffled her dress up a bit, and
Fucking Daniel Debock casually walked in with nothing but briefs on, holding two mugs of coffee. At that point, Beatrice was confused as to what to do. Because she had no idea what she was even doing here or how she got here but thinking of her present situation and the fact that she was really sore in her lower area, Bea felt heavy tears build up in her eyes. “What did you do to me? How did I get here?” She voiced out, tears rolling down from her cheeks, still clutching the duvet against her chest since she knew she was wearing nothing underneath. Daniel frowned as he made his way over to the nightstand where he placed the mugs, the exact side he occupied for the night, then turned his attention to Beatrice who was staring at him with nothing but fear and disgust! “Are you fine?” He was forced to ask because of the way tears were rolling down her cheeks. She picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at Daniel with all her might. He saw that coming but he didn’t avoid it. He w
Bea had never felt more ashamed of herself than she was today. She knew she looked really horrible, plus her head ached like crazy and she was sore down there, making her limp while walking. It was pretty difficult to get a ride at that moment but she eventually did. And after what felt like forever, the driver pulled up in front of her apartment. She paid him, got down, and made her way towards the entrance of her apartment. With shaky hands, she opened her purse and started searching for her keys. Bea shut the door almost immediately after helping herself in. She took off her shoes, after which she darted into the bathroom where she took off her dress and got straight into the shower. Beatrice cried all through, scrubbing her body, trying to get rid of all the imaginary dirt Daniel put on her body. Her whole body started getting sore due to hard scrubbing so she rinsed herself after which she got out of the shower, dried herself, then went back to the room naked, in search of a