Amara’s day started out peaceful, too peaceful if you asked her. She had a hot, calm cup of coffee, taking her sweet time and staring at the window as she quietly sipped on it, wondering when last she had felt so…peaceful.“Morning, Love,” Elijah walked out from behind her, placing a kiss on her che
Eventually, the temptation won and she gave in.And as expected, the cupcake was delicious.“Damn it.” She groaned.Tobias surely had taste when it came to things.~•~“Ha!” Melanie breathed out in relief the moment she stepped out of the jet and into the warm air.“Well, here I am Milan,” She said
Jake drove over to terminal 6, as planned with Amara, only to realize that no one was waiting there for him.Not the Melanie he knew nothing about, nor Amara.“What the hell? Where are they?” He muttered, turning the engine off for a short while to fetch his phone and call his employer.The phone ra
“Let me out of here you fucking bastard! Let me out!” She screamed as she continued to bang her fist against the door, but even after five whole minutes, no one answered her.Amara sank to the floor, refusing to cry, yet feeling like her hope was slowly dying. She felt the panic rising once again an
Tobias stared at his phone with a frown.It was naturally weird for Amara to call him, but for her to call and suddenly end the call, that seemed more like a sick joke to him.Clicking on her number again, he pressed the phone to his ear, but shortly after, the automated voice informed him that the
That was enough to get him to stop, but somehow it intensified the fear Amara was feeling.What if she had just made the wrong move? She wondered, feeling her insides start to tremble ever so slightly.What if he were to retaliate? What if he harms someone close to her because of this bold move of h
Aaron had just finished wiping the blood off his nose when his phone dinged with a message.He picked it, unlocked the message and read it with a slight frown.[You worthless piece of shit, if something isn’t done about that gold digging slut I contracted you to get rid of, I’m going to make you reg
The soup had gone cold, bitterly so and the orange juice no longer tasted like the orange juice it was.Amara would have testified to his had she taken at least a spoon from the meal that had been brought to her. But no, she stayed crouched on her bed, knees brought close to her chest as she watched