Pierce watched me silently while I waited nervously for his answer. He picked up his wine glass and I wished mine was filled with the same instead of juice. When he had drunk a sizable amount, he placed his glass back down. “Let me play along with your little imagination for a second.” He leaned back in his chair. “Sure. If I said you should pay me back, where would you get that kind of money?” “I could return the gifts…” I still had all of them. Each jewelry piece was safe in their boxes in my drawer. I would keep them in my heart if it had been possible. The chocolates…no refund on that. “and as for the money, I could pay in installments-“ I heard a weird sound, then again, and realized that he was laughing. At me… Embarrassed I looked down. “You are a funny woman, Myra.” “I wasn’t trying to be.” I muttered. “Really? it sounded like you were. It's extra funny because a week ago, I could swear you loved the gifts and other perks that came with the Blackwood name, why ar
Hannah’s face turned to me with alarm in her eyes. It dawned on me that we were doing the movie thing of staring and not reacting. I got off my chair and opened the door quickly to find who our spy was. It was no one. Not a soul hung around the extensive corridor. Hannah bit her lip with guilt on her face. “Well? Who is it?” I shrugged. “No one was out there. McKenzie didn’t shut the door properly. I guess draft pushed it in a bit.” “Are you sure? They might have made a run for it?” I considered her theory. “This corridor goes on forever, I don’t think anyone’s that fast. We’re safe.” She let out a breath. “That was close…” she moved to the seat McKenzie occupied and plopped down, fanning herself. “I’m too old for these kind of surprises.” I rolled my eyes. Hannah and her need to act like she was pushing sixty. “As I was saying. You need to eat. I look like a hippo next to you right now.” “Don’t be dramatic. I’ve just been stressed. I told you already. What ever new
I hugged her tighter at the sound of the nickname. She told me that she called me Tiny because I was so small at birth she was afraid I wouldn’t make it. When I pulled away she was still smiling. “Lily told me you were in the house a while ago but I was asleep. How are you? Is Tiny a big movie star yet, look at you, you’ve grown so much…”I chuckled. Everytime I visited, it was the same thing , whether the interval was a month or a day, she always asked something similar. Time was messed up in her head. “I’m not a movie star yet. But we’ll see how the year goes. You look healthy mum.”“Ohh you…” she laughed. Then her face turned serious, “has your father seen you yet? He left in the afternoon, I don’t know when he’ll be back.”I wondered what timeline she was in in her head. Samantha told me it was best to let her be.“No, he…he’s still not back.” He would be soon though. I looked at mum with worry.“I suppose it’s for the best that you missed him. He’s in one of his fits today, he
“I told you, I was out with friends… I guess we got carried away and I didn’t realize it was late until later. Don’t be upset.”I sighed, “What time did you get home then?”“That depends, what time did you leave mum?”“Lily!”“I’m kidding!” she laughed. “stop being such a worry wart.”“Did Sam tell you about the accident yesterday?”“Uhh no, she didn’t mention anything. What happened?”My eyes fell to my injured arm, currently wrapped up with a bandage. The pin had done more damage than I thought possible. “Nothing serious, but I’m moving mum tomorrow. We can’t wait around till dad gets back.”“Alright.” her voice sounded solemn. “I’ll ask Sam how I can help-““No, YOU will be going to school, I don’t care about your senior nonsense.”From the distance, an arm moved in the air drawing my attention. Hannah. That was weird, I wasn’t supposed to see her for another couple days. Maybe she had news for me.I raised an arm to show I had spotted her before she put her arm down and strolled
“Yes please, help yourself.” Adams said sarcastically, and shook his head. I laughed as he called for the waitress again. “You won’t have to deal with my shit for much longer.” He answered revealing his half-chewed food. “Nobody wants to see that.” I groaned and pushed his face away, not before he snagged a fry from my plate. “What’s that? I asked looking over his shoulder. “Email. From my agent.” He answered scrolling through the message. “I got an invite for an audition. Nice.” He finished casually, tossing the phone on the table and taking another bite of the chicken wrap. “Can I see that?” He handed the phone to me without a second thought. As the waitress took down Adams new order I skimmed through the mail. Fantasy movie…’esteemed’ crew. They really wanted to keep it as secret as possible. A script was attached to he email and a date for his audition. Zombies didn’t count as fantasy right? “Stop hitting on everything in a skirt.“ Adams scolded Jace as I handed
His fingers tightened, digging into the soft flesh of my thighs.“Fuck Myra.” He cursed after leaning his head back away from me. At an impressive speed he planted his palm on my back for support and flipped us, so I was now in the chair while he hovered over me.I dug my nails into his neck. To leave a mark on him like he did in my life. Then my mood turned even more sour when I realized people would think it was Tami. Maybe she left marks of her own too. Did he control their own lovemaking like he did ours? Or was she given more liberty with him.Mr Pierce Blackwood who made sure to leave the apartment as pristine as he came in. I grabbed both sides of his shirt and yanked it apart. The sound of ripping seams filled the air.“For fucks sake,” he snapped and pushed himself off me as buttons scattered on the floor. “This is what you wanted isn’t it? and I love the necklace and the flowers and everything you’ve ever gotten me. In fact, I want more. I’m working towards building a col
“What’s making you feel so giddy? Did Damien-know what, don’t tell me.” The least I knew about her and Damien’s sexual relationship, the better for my mental health. I was in enough stress as it was. I could still remember when she was painstakingly describing the grapefruit method for me. I could not look Damien in the face for a month without doing the Jasper expression. She laughed heartily. “I see you haven’t checked your email yet. You’ll get why I’m happy soon enough…” She gave me a strange expression. Why would I get the reason for her joy- unless, email! Hope filled my eyes. “The audition…did I get it?” “I want you to check your email…” “I don't know where my bloody phone is. Please answer the question.” She groaned, ”fine.” She bit her lip to hold in her smile. “You got asked to audition.” I let out a breath of relief and held her hand as I jumped in glee. This was my chance to belong to a big production! “No jumping yet, cuz that’s not all love. You’ll be auditi
Time seemed to slow in my mind as I plunged downwards. My safety was far from my mind, all I could think about was what could happen to my baby if I fell the wrong way. I swung my arms around as I tumbled grasping the air till I caught hold of a railing. Then I gave myself a few seconds to process what had just happened. I sat on the bottom stair as I tried to assess the pain on my body and where they originated from.There was a bad scratch on my hand without the bandage that spanned from somewhere around my wrist to my elbow, my left side was throbbing with quickly mounting pain, I spotted another scratch on my leg that looked like it needed a bandaid, other than that, I was fine. I sighed in relief and hugged my tummy, ignoring my poor ribs.“Hey, are you alright?” A woman with a cleaning uniform asked with a worried expression. She held a mop stick between her fingers which she twirled absentmindedly. She stopped the movement when she took in my injuries.“There was a wet floor
Lily pushed off the couch and climbed up the stairs without a backward glance. I guess we we’re back to fighting again.Angie tugged me forward. “No use standing here, let’s have some tea.”I followed numbly, still feeling the sting of getting yelled at by Pierce. His mother’s reaction I could understand but even now, Pierce did not respect me. He didn’t think I was important enough to be present during a conversation about MY child. I heard the faint sound of Elizabeth yelling as she forced into a stool. Angie pushed a cup towards me few minutes after. “Chamomile. Drink.”“Thanks.” I croaked, using the tea to soothe the feelings that were stuck.Would my child really be born to a family that would not accept her. A bastard, Elizabeth had called her.“She’s not always like this.” Angie said suddenly, “Elizabeth is a woman with a fierce temper, and with a temper like that, she says very hurtful things. Your pregnancy came at a very sensitive point in the Blackwood family.”“Yeah, I
Myra’s POVI knew Pierce was still home. I found that out after I tiptoed down the stairs and heard him having a conversation on his cell. I went back up of course, but I knew I could avoid him so long.Pierce had caught me masturbating. Even worse, he heard me say his name, and THEN, invite him to come to bed with me, although for the last part, I could argue that I didn’t say it explicitly, which therefore made it null.But…If he did interpret it the way I ‘somewhat’ intended, then it meant Pierce had rejected me. No, he didn’t reject me, he acted the most sensible of both of us, which I noticed he had been doing a lot. “I’m going downstairs.” I declared loudly. I wasn’t the first woman who had gotten caught with a toy before. Although said toy was now back in its miserable drawer. The name thing, I could explain that I was flitting through my list of guy names I knew and his, popped up on the list. I was absolutely not thinking of him while pleasuring myself.I had to have brea
TAMI…“So, he’s actually letting her stay with him?”“That what I can tell from the situation.” A voice messed up by static responded from Tami phone. She had been enjoying a glass of wine in her family’s living room when her mole had called with day ruining new. “Her bodyguard is ex-CIA. Definitely not someone she can afford on her own.” They continued. Tami squeezed the phone tighter in her hand. She had suspected it but wasn’t sure. So Pierce had found out about the pregnancy AND was reacting fine- even more than that.“You’re sure she’s living with him?” She asked the person in the line. “Yes, I already told you that. I went on her phone and the messages with her manager-Tami…”The person hesitated. “I can’t do this anymore, Myra’s a friend to me.”“You didn’t think about that when needed money did you.” Tami snapped, “I’ll call you when I need you.” She ended the call abruptly, now pacing around the room. Suddenly she screamed and pushed the wine glass she had on the table.
I took my phone with me to the bathroom.One look in, and I figured I might as well run a bath. I had nothing else to do for the day. Soaking would be good for my nerves.I opened my messages.They were both from the same person. My eyes narrowed into slits as I expanded the text from Hannah.‘Did you like your not so little present?’ She texted with double wink emojis.‘Bet you’re having too much fun to respond.’I shook my head in disapproval as I typed out a response. ‘Fun? I’m busy trying not to get caught with that thing!’I checked the water in the bath to make sure it was at a good temperature. A new message entered my phone a second later.‘After you do that, HAVE fun. A world of pleasure awaits you’ more wink emojis.“I swear to God.” I said out loud, then chuckled. ‘You know you’re a bad influence.’New message, ‘you’re welcome.’ Underneath that one; ‘Rumors of the Destan show wanting to interview you and your acting buddies.’My heart skipped a beat. Barely looking at wha
I finally understood what had distracted Derek: Pierce’s arrival.He could’ve atleast, given me a warning. Now Angie would present whatever sex toy was in the box to her ‘master’ and I would have to endure judgemental looks from Pierce AND Angie.When I turned to look at him, my breath caught in my throat. He was back in his dark suit getup with a shirt that had a few buttons undone. He was toying with said button as he looked straight at Angie. “Don’t tell me what?” He asked again. Oh dear/“Don’t tell you…” Angie started, “…that she had missed a dose today.” I turned to look at Angie. Both of her hands were behind her back like they were crossed, not hiding a box of a possibly ginormous dildo. Her expression? Bored.I wished I could look as cool headed as she did. As it was, I was bright red and reading to flee.Pierce glanced at the watch on his wrist, irritation marring his brows. Good to know a conversation about me was ticking him off. Pun unintended. The grandpa jokes were fo
“It’s not a bracelet sweety, I mean it could be called that, I guess you’re right, it IS a bracelet.”“Okay?”“Yeah, but this one doesn’t go around the wrist.” She wriggled her eyebrows. “It’s a cock ring.”“A what ring?”“A cock ring. You slide this one down the shaft and it basically squeezes it. Damien LOVES the sensa-““Nope, absolutely not! That’s enough information, you’ve gotten what you wanted, let’s go.”“Oh come on, we’re bonding!” She yelled to my retreating back, even though she followed behind me. The cashier looked between the both of us, amused. She dropped the two items on his table with a smile, while I tried to keep my eyes down. “That looks great, does it come together or is it removable?” Hannah asked, and I reacted out of instincts. My eyes landed on what seemed to be the centerpiece of the cashier table.Oh god. Oh god, oh god.There was a big-no giant penis stuck onto the table and yeah, it was a show stopper on its own but spikes? It was decorated with small
“I want to fuck Pierce.” I announced to Hannah the second my butt was in a booth with her. An innocent customer glanced at our table before hurrying along. “Damn sweety, at least let the food get here.” Hannah’s face lit up with an intrigued smile. She placed both hands on the table, under her chin and leaned in.“You look too happy to hear this.” I said dryly.“Of course I am. I have been missing out on juicy Pierce details because you had been so secretive. If you want to talk now, I am all ears. So you want to bone him, tell me all about it.”I let out an exasperated sigh and shifted in my seat. “I mean you know what he looks like. And then I see him in the house all…normal.” I spat the last word out like it was poison. “I still don’t get why you can’t…” someone passed by the table and Hannah’s voice dropped an octave lower, “fuck him.”“We both thought it was smart to end the physical part of the relationship.” She already knew how complicated things were already. “He’s still hi
“I have no right, he repeated.One more step and there was barely any space between us.A shiver of thrill went through me. Pierce glowered in anger, but I could see arousal too. I preferred this to his usual blank expression. The need to see him like that pushed me to speak.“I’m not your property, Pierce. You have your life outside of this house and so do I.”“What do you want outside of me?” He growled, his head lowering. If I pushed off my toes, I knew our lips would touch. My heart thudded in my chest loudly. How would I answer his question? Pierce had always been everything I wanted, even after we were through, I did not think it would be possible to meet someone and fall in love like the way I had done with him. His eyes were dark, nearly black as he watched my confused expression. He grabbed my waist roughly and turned me so my back was to him and my hands on the counter for support. The air crackled with sexual tension, very different from how it was mere seconds ago. Thi
“I’m guessing you’re here for the same reason I am.” he said.“I couldn’t sleep. Needed a snack.” I answered gruffly.“That clearly isn’t going great.” He pulled out an already opened bag of chips while I dumped the gelato regrettably down the sink. He leaned on the counter leaned on the counter, holding the chip bag invitingly.Could he not turn it out into a bowl or something?That would make sure I would not brush his hand accidentally.I let out a sigh. I was being a child acting like I could not eat out of a bag Pierce was holding without physically combusting.I trudged to him, hesitated, before I dipped my hand in to fish for chips. We crunched in silence. “How long did it take you to make the painting?” I blurted out, stunning myself.Shit, I should not have said it out loud.He shrugged, “A couple of weeks. You were a very helpful muse.”“I wasn’t given an option.”“Do you want me to pay you?” He asked casually.Of course. He assumed it was about money. “What if I said I w