Guarded Secrets

“Thank you, Peter.” She said with genuine gratitude, loud enough to be heard through the thick door. She stood up then, walked over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her long black hair, which was usually neatly placed and lustrous was now disheveled and slightly matted. Some parts of her scalp were bleeding from where he had drug her with it. Her makeup was tear streaked. She picked up her brush from the counter and began to gently comb her hair.When it looked similar to how she had fixed it earlier she picked up a small towel and wet the corner of it with water from the bathroom sink. She used it to wipe away the blood on her scalp and the corners of her hairline. Her head was throbbing when she was finally done. She then ran cold water from the sink and splashed it on her face to help with the puffiness from the crying, as well as wash away the tear streaks. She patted her face dry with a hand towel that hung on the gold towel rack beside the sink. And q

  Pete was beginning to fear for Mrs. King's safety each day he stayed on. She tried hard to hide and cover the bruises that ass of a man left, but he knew. She was alone in the world and Mr. King was using it to her advantage. “Your boss's wife is smokin’,” Nick commented after both of them had watched her leave the room.  Peter smiled at nick's observation.  “Don’t be an asshole.” “I’m not. I’m being factual.” “Well you may want to keep those facts to yourself. Anyone catch you talking like that you’ll be out on your ass,for sure.” “Easy, Pete.”  His friend seemed uptight.  He didn’t know what the hell was going on, and for his first day th

“Thank you, Laura.” “Have a good night, ma’am.” She said as she opened the doors into her suite. Elayna saw him again then. Her new bodyguard. He was standing looking as if he was ready. He was still rugged and handsome to her. She was surprised by her attraction to him. He was not her usual type.  He acknowledged her presence as soon as she came in the room. Ready to lead her out of her large home. He did just that and within minutes he was assisting her into a limo.  Once Mrs. King was situated and the driver began heading to their destination. Nick thought back to when she had just walked down the stairs and out of her home with confidence, but now her face read something else to him. Was it sadness? He could not say. He didn't dare openly stare at her.

Nick’s breath had been taken away by Elayna when he had saw her come out of her bedroom in that sheer dress she wore tonight. Not because the dress fit her like a second skin, or because it showed off her ample breasts, small waist and beautiful butt. His breath had been taken away by her because she wore it with so much confidence. As if to say there was nothing wrong with her outfit. That it was perfectly fine. Though, he thought he had detected a bit of shame in her eyes on the ride over, but only briefly, when she had stepped out of the car it was gone. She had embraced it and her confidence in the expensive cocktail dress made her look gorgeous. Her raven black hair had been free flowing and had framed her face beautifully, making her hazel eyes look big. She had wore a fresh, dewy makeup look that gave her skin a natural glowing appearance. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about her, but she was so

The next morning in the limo Nick hadn’t meant to overhear his employers conversation, but he had, and it was one that shocked and angered him.  The partition had been rolled down and Mr. King didn’t seem to care who heard him belittling and verbally assaulting his gorgeous wife. Nick was quite frankly shocked and appalled at the things he heard Mr. King say. “You’re a little country whore. That’s all you know how to do is fuck, eat, and spend my money!” “You know that’s not true!” “Shut your trap, or I’ll shut it for you!” He heard her grow quiet. “On your knees!” He thought he had misheard him, but when he insisted a seco