Devil is a woman ROYAL POV The sun peeking through the grey curtains was what woke me the following morning. I was groggy, my head pounding from a merciless headache and my chest tight from all the hatred I kept inside. The last conversation with my lawyers came tumbling to the front of my mind; the conversation where I asked them to transfer bloody twenty-five million dollars to The Trods and cut ties with them. I tried to breathe through my nose and find positivity from everything, and when my mind raced over darkness involving blood and hellfire, I ripped from the bed. I jumped into the shower and flexed my achy muscles beneath the hot water, then exited feeling slightly better. I put on a pair of fresh sweat pants and the t-shirt, then thinned my eyes at the smell of fresh omelet and bacon resonating from the kitchen. For one, I had no maid because I preferred my privacy over everything else, and today was not a cleaning day. So whoever that was knew the schedule quite rig
Should Have Known Kenya POV Full two days passed and I decided to boycott my phone and avoid Luke like a plague of an ugly disease. His words haunted me every waking moment of the day, and I resented it when he started creeping into my dreams with a diamond ring and whatever shit he thought he was doing to my subconscious. The thoughts of him were troublesome enough during the day- especially the sex- but at night; they were plain cruel. I still didn’t know what to make of his confession, but hearing him say the words “collateral” and admitting to using me to get the upper hand at his feud with Carter… Yeah well, that made me want to punch a hole into the wall. That made me want to punch a hole into the wall. I may have been willing to get seduced and charmed by all his man-wits and play princess in his rotten fairy tale, but not after he used me to hurt Royal. That was damn low and reacting to his simple deep timbre was a blow to my ego. The man clearly wanted to deep his finger
Bad Habits ROYAL POV Awareness connected me to my front door as it closed with a soft click, and the air settled into the room with a haunting chill. My insides curled and twisted with regret and something like guilt, and I gnashed my teeth before running a hand through my hair, gripping the strands tight enough that my scalp stung just a bit. I was a dick. A fuckin' dick! Whatever just happened- even if it was cooked in the kitchens of hell to come to torment me- was not supposed to happen. There's no way in hell that was meant to happen! Heck, I knew I was never a saint who saved puppies from a burning building in my previous life, and I have done my fair share of evil in this life too, but that was literally too much. Not when I was in the process of trying to win her back. Kenya was not supposed to see me with Kimberly, especially half-naked with nothing but a pair of briefs on with clothes scattered around the living room. Not long ago I was begging her to let me in h
Luke POV I stood in the living room of my condo overlooking the Nashville skyline, with Smokey whiskey sloshing painfully into my stomach. Regret was hot and thick inside of me, making me question every single thing that had happened. Things were going exactly how I wanted them to go; Carter was losing, and I was winning. It was all supposed to be a glorious feeling of triumph, knowing that I was squashing the bug beneath my foot and refusing it a chance to grow its wings. Yet a part of me was whining about the missing piece that was suddenly lacking from me. A bigger part to be exact. It was as if the whole thing was just a twisted game that hurt even the innocent, and it made bile rise and settle in my throat. The look Kenya gave me as she turned to leave, my harsh words at her and the betrayal in her voice; knocked some sense into my thick skull, and I found myself wondering if this whole revenge thing was worth it. I hated to admit it; it was starting to feel pointless… Fut
Confused KENYA POV The following day, I woke up with a stat. As always, Anna took care of Luc and I made it my mission to push yesterday to the farthest corner of my mind. With my resolutions cemented in place, I showered, and chose the sexiest yet classiest outfit for the day before leaving the house with my head held up high. I went to the address Celine sent to my phone last night after I had asked her further about the auditions, playing good music, and feeling pretty good about life. I arrived at the center after a good hour, to find cars already parked and the hall bustling. I went to the receptionist and informed them of the purpose of my visit before being escorted into the farthest rooms where the auditions were held. The small receptionist smiled at me before leaving. I was about to enter through the slightly opened door when muffled voices filtered through. “Glad the hearing went on smoothly. We gained more than we anticipated.” “Touche’. I didn’t think it would
Chapter 38: Confused II EDEN POV The auditions wrapped up with a bang, and by the time we left the center, I was a mess. My heart was filled with all kinds of emotions after having participated in the entire audition, watching the scriptwriters narrate the entire thing, and Luke in all his mastery. It was as if I stepped into my own stories and watched them come alive, and I did not hold myself at one point and just cried. They were not bitter tears. I promise they weren’t. They were tears full of happiness and disbelief that I, the forsaken, unloved girl who had her heart turned into charcoal after loving so hard, who had her world destroyed overnight was reaching new heights as I did. I may have hated Luke for everything he had done so far, considering we had not even completed a full month of ‘knowing’ each other; but in that very moment, all I could feel inside of me was plain gratitude. Gratitude that he recognized me in a pool of other authors and decided to bring my n
Save Me LUKE POV I was a thick stew of emotions by the time we left the coffee shop; the rhythmic thump, thump of my heart pulsing in my ear spreading wet heat all over my body. My chest felt lighter, my muscles less sore; like a heavy weight had been lifted off my back. I tried to remember the last time I felt like this; and no, I couldn't find it. Not even the Grammies could make me feel this... Young. But what actually made me want to laugh out loud was the satisfaction at the thought of Kenya being less mad at me. I didn’t know if I should be laughing or slapping myself in the face for actually feeling whatever it was I was feeling for the little vixen. But watching her settle in the passenger’s seat of the car I got her, with that small smile on her face as she watched the passing scenery… I somehow felt content, like there was a gaping hole that’s been filled inside of me. I knew the void all too well and tried filling it with alcohol and meaningless sex. But right n
New Love Story KENYA POV The morning came, and I woke up to the light filtering through the grey curtains and a foreign ceiling. Reality flowed through my mind and a small light of life flickered through my mind. Of course. I just spent a night out. Although I was not even surprised to see myself waking up in Luke’s bed with him snoring softly next to me, his heavy arm resting around my lower tummy as he continued sailing through dreamland. I took a small minute watching him sleep, wondering just how he managed to trap me in his cobweb so fast. Sex. It had been the hottest sex and his deep breaths, his rough voice as he pumped into me. That was the only plausible explanation for the whole thing. After all, I vowed to steer clear of everything that had a dick between its legs and talked about promises and love. Yet he sprung out of nowhere and shot the silly oath to hell. I grew bored of watching him and thought of waking him up with the steamiest pre-morning workout session,