I tried to pull away, but his grip on me only tightened. He pressed my body into his, as his lips swallowed my moan of protest, coaxing me to give in to him. It would be so easy to yield, to let Pierce have control and lead into the world of pleasure that he had introduced me to, but I had come here for a reason. He would not take me seriously if I kept kissing him back. Panic stricken I bit down on his lip. Hard, till he hissed and let go of me. “What the fuck!” He yelled as I wiped my mouth. We watched each other breathing heavily. “I told you already Pierce, we’re done.” “And I told you Myra it’s not your place to decide. Maybe I wasn’t clear before, Cut your bullshit act.” “Why are you being so difficult?” “Watch your tone.” He warned. and maybe I should have listened. “What do you want with me?” I ranted. Why was he insistent on having me when he had Tami unless he was trying to hurt me, but why would he do that, i had done nothing wrong to him. Then it occurr
“Sarah, drop the British accent for fuck sake.” The director yelled at her for the umpteenth time while the rest of people on set groaned. “Your character is in present day New York, not having tea with the queen, we’ve gone over this a hundred times already. How many times do you want this scene repeated?“ I looked at the stage but my head was lost in the clouds thinking about Pierce. I was ashamed to admit it but I stayed up a couple extra hours in case he changed his mind and decided to join me. After our little argument in his office I knew that he would want to make a point. The way he did it with me was with pleasure. Pleasure tottering on the edge of pain, yet never crossing. A memory surfaced in my mind after my first interview with Gossip and dreams where the host had kissed my cheek. He had tied me to the bed in my apartment and teased me mercilessly, bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, but never past that point. I swallowed and pressed my thighs t
TAMI… Tami watched Myra rush away with a napkin pressed to her lips with one word playing in her head. bitch. She smiled sickly as she imagined her hands squeezing Myra’s neck and watching her choke played in her mind. Sarah’s arm on her shoulder snapped her back to reality. She suppressed a scathing look in Sarah’s direction and smiled instead. Luckily Sarah was too focused on herself. This was another woman she would enjoy bashing her head in. Her smile widened as another depraved image filled her head. Sarah mistook her smile for encouragement. “I just feel very underappreciated on this set. But that slut gets its all.” She whined. “Oh Sarah, I’m so sorry you go through that, Like I told you already, you’re an excellent actress, I think you should have gotten the lead role even.” “That’s what I’ve been saying! Why’s she so special with her ugly face,not that you have an ugly face, seeing as your faces are nearly identical.” She blushed at her blunder- “you are such a l
I felt a blush crawl up my skin. “Does it really matter what she’s here for? Her family owns half the building, she can come in anytime. But she said something about an article. So she might be having an interview.” I divulged defensively. “Are you avoiding her?” Adams raised his eye brow suspiciously. “No” I lied. “Then give me one good reason you don’t want to be near her.” Because when she’s near all I can think of is the fact that while Pierce was with me, he was probably thinking of her.Like what a loyal friend would do, Adams never doubted the truth of the rumor about me and Pierce was not true, and there was no reason to let them find out the truth. “Fine. Just let me grab my stuff first. After your little adventure, I can go home.” Hopefully the time it took to grab my bag and fix my hair and makeup, she would be long gone. Of course I had no such luck. Tami was still in the studio, surrounded by attentive listeners and Sarah at her side like a proud peacock.
He was here for Tami. He had missed every event I had invited him to, when he was not personally invited to it, but here he was whispering calming things to help her through her supposed nerves and being here to support her. A gnawing ache settled in my chest, making it hard for me to draw air into my lungs. I tapped Adams hand and he loosened his grip on me. “I need some air, it feels really stuffy in here.” “I’ll come with.” “No I want you to stay, I need someone to give me a recap of the interview and Jace is…well he’s Jace.” He was talking to a brunette wearing a headset with a microphone. She twirled her hair and bit her lip suggestively as she batted her lashes at him. “Stay, okay?” I bit out, barely able to keep a rein on my emotions. I passed for okay because he let me off without a second thought. Quickly I retreated from the set. I wasn’t even sure where I was headed, I just kept moving. When I reached an empty hallway with no witnesses, my legs caved under
The box revealed a beautiful ruby necklace embedded in soft black foam. “That was supposed to be your gift for your interview with Lindsay. However, things have been a little crazy of late. And since you’ve been very insistent on throwing your little tantrum with Adams as an accomplice...” “He didn’t do anything.” “Good.” The cell phone started up again and he cursed before he pressed it to his ear. “Yes mother?” I could hear muffled version of a woman’s voice coming out of the speaker and with every word that was said Pierce seemed to get angrier and angrier. “I’ll deal with him, mum…Of course. Love you too.” This was the first time he had answered the phone in front of me, he had not peeked at me and moved away or plain ended the call. Or his usual when he was in the apartment with me, which was to turn his phone off so no one could reach him. And he was probably too angry to notice that I was still standing there when he took the call. I had never seen him look this angr
“Talk to me Lily, what’s wrong?” I asked, my heart speeding up. Was she getting tremors again? Or did she get violent like she did sometimes . Lily sounded too calm for the latter. “Mum’s fine.” She assured me and I let out a big breath, dropping into the chaise by the window. “I’m sorry, I did not realize my phrasing would send you into a panic. Mum’s okay...for now at least.” I listened to her shuffling feet and then she whispered. ”She's taking a nap.” “What’s the problem then?” “I got a call from the facility, Dad’s release date has been confirmed. They wanted us to know incase we wanted to pick him up.” My blood ran cold. “Why did you say this news could be good or bad?” “Well it's bad because…Dad. But the good thing is, we know how long we have till we move or have to play happy family with him again.” That was true. He didn’t know we were responsible for putting him in jail which meant he would expect us to be waiting with open arms. I didn’t think the man would
The harsh tone of his words stung me the second they left his lips but Pierce didn’t seem to notice. He poured a large helping of his wine and gulped it down. I watched the liquid move down his throat, transfixed by the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. “I don’t feel hungry anymore.” I dropped my fork on the table and slid out of the chair. Pierce grabbed me and trapped me between him and the table, with my back to him. He pressed his nose to my hair as his hand began a lazy sensual path on my arms, tingles erupting over the path he traced “What do you want Myra, I can tell there’s something bothering you, you don’t have to go to all these lengths, just tell me want you want and you’ll have it.” I moved away from him till my thighs pressed on the table, hoping the break in contact would break his hold on my body. my anger was fueled by anger at my own reaction to him. “I’m sorry, I’m I still throwing a tantrum? What would an obedient mistress do.” Then I had a thought
Angie had come down with a fever by morning. The first sign that something was wrong was the factvthat she had not gotten up earlier than me and Heidi. After a dose of painkillers, I left her to sleep and got Heidi ready for school. I knew that if her symptoms persisted, there was no way in hell I would be going to Pierce’s house. Not alone. I would’ve called Trevor but I felt like seeing him, would cause Pierce to withdraw further. Like a reminder of all his responsibilities. That could come when he was ready. With one last check on Angie, I and Heidi piled into the car and went to her school, only to return an hour later. Angie had woken up and was in the kitchen buttering a piece of bread when we found her. She looked at us in surprise. “I thought you were off to school, and you on your way to his house?”I shook my head. “I mean we did go to school, but classes are canceled.” I opened the fridge and took out a sealed plate of gelato.“Lice.” Heidi volunteered. “yup. So till th
I pushed other papers out of the way, revealing more photographs. With them in my hands I sat back on my knees, and tried to comit every photo to my memory. “You shouldn’t have these.” I said, my voice shaking. “Myra-““Why do you have them, when did you take them?” That last question was irrelevant. He had taken them at the hospital, while I was holding Yvette. One of the photos was a close replica to the portrait he had given me. I didn’t even hear a camera click. In one photo, Yvette’s face was scrunched up, she looked like she was winking at the camera. My hand brushed her downy hair, my throat closing up with emotion.“Hey sweet pea.” I whispered, and looked at another photograph. “They’re all I have of both of you.” He said and I turned. He had lowered himself to the floor, not very close to me. New clothes clverred his body and water dripped down feom his wet hair. “I…wanted to give them to you. But, you took all of Yvette’s ashes and I…I just needed something to remind me
I made quick work of cleaning the kitchen while Angie worked on the living room. Pierce stayed in the kitchen with me, with the excuse that he was eating. I could feel his eyes burning into my back as I cleaned the fridge. God, I could barely believe my eyes when I turned in the living room. For a second I wondered if Pierce’s house had been broken into, and the long haired, bearded, hunched man in front of me was a hobo. It took a while for me to wrap my head around the fact that it was Pierce. He had lost so much weight. I could feel all his ribs when I went to help him, but that didn’t change how strong he was…My body lit up at the memory of how he held me, his hands skating delicately across my skin. Even now, I could not deny my body’s reaction to him. There are somethings you make peace with. This was one of them for me. But being attracted to him, did not mean I would be disloyal to Carter. I came here for one thing and as soon as that was completed, I would leave. “You’re
I stood outside the gates of Pierce’s house willing for something to happen. Anything that would make me say ‘Pierce was fine’, climb back in our car and get the fuck out of here. “Ready?” Angie asked me, adjusting the bag of food and cleaning supplies we had brought with us. “Yeah.” I rooted in my bag for the key Trevor had given to me. We had passed two different security personnel so far, but here, there was no one. My heart beat frantically in my chest as I fixed the key in the lock and twisted, bracing myself for what we were going to see before I pushed it open. The outside of the bouse didnt look bad. Sure, a few blades of grass had managed to make a home in different parts of the concrete but that was about it. Save for it looking completely abandoned, nothing seemed amiss. It made me wonder if he had even stepped out of the house all this time. When we entered the house, Angie sneezed, dropping her bags on the floor to grab a kerchief. A sheen of dust covered every su
Saturdays were our stay-at-home day. We would all pile into the kitchen to help, or bother Angie while she made food, or we would both do personal things; like me reading a book and Heidi doing her homework, but all in the kitchen. Today Heidi sat across from me on the counter, while Angie chopped carrots for her latest creation. I glanced up from my laptop and watched her, hair in pigtails, crossed legged and face scrunched in concentration as she moved her colored pencils over her current project. Peaceful.And yet, I didn’t feel that way deep down. My eyes moved to my phone again and I looked away for the dozenth time. I had made several calls to Carter, all of which he rejected. I got that he was upset but I really had good intentions when I wanted to visit Pierce. Of course that was off the table now. I would not jeopardize the relationship I was building with Carter to check on him. No matter how bad I thought he was doing. Because it wasn’t my problem. I told myself. Angie
I scoffed, raising my feet off the soft rug and hugging it to myself. “So he’s done stalking me all over the city and now wants to guilt trip me into coming to him?” “Do you think that’s what this is?” Angie asked calmly. I blew out a breath, avoiding her gaze. “No.” She smiled, “what do you think it is then?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged “he’s having a mid life crisis? it doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he just has to stop it. I might not love him anymore but I don’t want him to hurt himself.” She made no comment on the “don’t love him” part. Thank God. “So you’re gonna pay a visit to him?” I chewed on my bottom lip and leaned back in my chair. If I was going to his house, it had nothing to do with his mother’s request, like I said, I didn’t want anything horrible to happen to him. I had moved on from us, and it was time he did too. If he needed a little push from me then I would give him that. As a thank you for everything he had done for me. “I’m gonna have to tell Carter
Lost his mind?Elizabeth stared me down while I processed her words. Pierce lost his mind? This was the part where I should tell her I still didn’t care, check on Heidi and get the hell out of here.I swallowed, my feet rooted to the spot. “Go on.” I said finally, forcing my expression to stay blank. “Two months ago, I wanted to reach out to him for some…personal reasons. He was not in his office. And that secretary of his told me he was home, and that whatever thing that needed handling, he or the COO would take of it. Obviously I wanted to talk to my son directly. So I tried home, and the guards wouldn’t even let me through the gate. I’m his mother, and they blatantly refused.” “Is this the part where I feel sorry for you.” I asked pointedly, why was she blabbering about unimportant things anyway. She should be telling me about Pierce. Annoyance flickered across her face. And I could see the goody act for what it was. She tucked it behind a mask again. “When I questioned his s
Not a bold smile, like I would expect, but one that conveyed vulnerability. Which seemed even scarier. I blinked rapidly hoping this specter from my past would disappear, but she persisted, and then began walking towards me. She was trying to cross the small street when I whirled around and climbed into my car, cringing at the force with which I slammed the door. “You slammed the door.” A very helpful Heidi pointed out. “Sorry doll.” I said quickly and paused. I had not heard that nickname in a while nor thought of ever saying it out-loud but here I was. Few seconds with his mother in sight and I was wigging out. “I’m not a doll, I’m a girl.” I didn’t turn back but I knew her nose and brows were scrunched up in a disgusted frown. I started the car and glanced behind, before slipping out of my parking space. I gripped the steering wheel tightly to stop my hands from shaking. What was it? Fear? I was scared. Not of Elizabeth but of what she signified. Pierce. What was
Three months later…“This isn’t it” I muttered closing the file in front of me before putting it back in the storage box, along with the other files I had gone through. I glanced around the storage room lit by a single faulty bulb and the lamp I started to bring with me after the third day here. This was the only part of St john’s hospital that didn’t smell like bleach or medication. I inhaled deeply and picked another file. I came here four times a week at minimum, trying to find records of my birth, records of Camilla. Unfortunately, the hospital had not been digitized then and their organization method was absolute shit, therefore making the process harder.I wasn’t even sure her file was here. The records department had refused to partake in my search, but at least they let me be in here, all thanks to Hannah’s intervention. “Not it.” I muttered and put the next file away. As I reached for another one, my cell blared to life breaking the silence.I crawled on all fours to my