Anne “I want to break up with you, Caleb.” When those words finally left my mouth, I almost couldn't believe it. I had been wanting to say it for so long that I was actually thinking that now it was another one of the times I imagined myself saying that. But this time, it was really real. I could
Anne When I got back to the car and looked in the rearview mirror as I drove toward my school's entrance, I could see Caleb with his hand on his head and his shoulders slumped, looking sad about what had just happened. I sighed resignedly and decided to look ahead and get on with my life, it was th
Anne I decided to ignore everything I was thinking and just focus on my schedules. I was by far the best student in my class; I was always dedicated and hardworking, and I was never the subject of a complaint. The teachers loved me because I was so exemplary for all the other students, which is why
Anne When the teacher left after the class was over, the students in the classroom started to make the usual noise when they talk to each other. I still couldn't believe that the boy sitting behind me was actually Peter Morton, so I turned to him since I already had something to talk about, which w
Anne It all started when I was 11 years old and Peter Morton wanted to kill his stepdad. “Does your Dad have a gun?” He asked when he and I were hiding in the ceiling of the ballroom where Uncle Jake's and his mom's wedding was taking place. "What?" For a moment, I thought I hadn't heard correctl
Anne That night, Peter and I had a lot of fun together. We played subtle pranks on Uncle Jake and his fiancée, things that didn't really hurt, but that took away his peace in some way, for example, like pouring olive oil in his wine, filling with salt his slice of wedding cake, putting a fart cushi
Laura “Which dish do you prefer for our supper tonight? Fettuccine with mushrooms or filet mignon with duchesses potatoes?” Jason asked me on the other end of the line. He seemed excited to prepare dinner for me, which pleased me. “Um, I love a buttered filet mignon, but I also can't resist fettuc
Laura “Lindsay! It's been a long time,” I said excitedly, going over to hug her as she entered my office room. “Oh, Laura, I missed you so much,” she said with a smile for me as she returned my hug. I really didn't have any issues with her because I always liked her. She has always been an excelle
Zoey POV I was having one of those days you wish you could erase from your memory, one of those you'd rather never have lived. It all started with the ugly fight I had with Chad, which ended with him taking Max to the police station. That night, Chad shouldn't have come back home, but he did, and h
Jason's POV I was sitting in this VIP café, a place that exuded sophistication and privacy, waiting for Gideon Bathory. His name evoked memories I would like to forget, but were indelibly marked in my history with Laura. In our years of trial—dark and tortuous years when we were divorced—Gideon was
Anne's POV The morning had a different significance today. When I came down for breakfast, my mother was already running late, which isn't exactly surprising but always a little shocking. Mom and Dad had gone to a party last night and came home late, which was also to be expected. My grandmothers
Albert's POV The night was falling heavily as I followed the road to the address Max had sent me, about the place where he would be waiting for me and needing my help. And surprisingly, the GPS led me to a police station in Queens, which made me frown since Max had an apartment in Manhattan. So, w
Albert POV The party had been over for a while, but the feeling of it still lingered in the air. I poured myself a generous whiskey; I needed a moment after all that chaos, even if it was good chaos. The Williams mansion was silent now; only the sound of the liquid hitting the glass filled the room
Max POV “Oh my God… I had never had sex with a man with a pussy before! And it was incredible…!” Zoey Lee was sighing with a silly smile, staring at the ceiling of the room after having had a sublime cumshot, a cumshot that, modesty aside, he had provided for her. “That’s right, darling. My lovers
Laura POV “So are you going to help Gideon or not?” I asked him while we were still lying in our bed, looking at each other. Jason sighed as he threw his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling of our room. “I don’t know, to tell you the truth,” he replied. “May Lindsay forgive me, but I
Laura POV “Do you want to talk about what happened at the party earlier?” Jason asked me as the driver took us back home. I gave a resigned sigh and rubbed the numb area behind my neck. “No need to talk about it, honey. I'm tired, all I want now is my bed,” I told him. That party had really been l
Max POV“You were the one behind those two's divorce, Ms. Williams-Davies,” I told her. “For Lindsay, you are the other woman. And you still think you have the right to say that wanting to bring them together is not your business?”Laura was blinking, visibly impacted by my words. It was obvious tha