Freda’s POV“I want you to fuck me," I said to Hardin as I lay on top of him"for someone who is heavily pregnant….you are too wild," he said as he started to kiss my neck. He moved down my body and kissed my tits. "You're so beautiful," he said as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Hardin!” I let out a moan as he sucked on it, making it hard. He then moved down my body and kissed my stomach.“Just fuck me already….” I pleaded shamelessly “Fine…you asked for it,” he said as he spread my leg wide open and he position his cock at my pussy. "You are mine," he said as he slowly pushed his cock into me. “Fuckkkkk” I moan loudly as he started to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, how are you still tight? " he asked as he continued to fuck me with his cock. He started to fuck me harder"Hardin, Hardin" I moaned as he continued to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, I'm going to cum""Don't let me stop you" and that was enough to make me explode but he continued to fuck me, after a few pushe
Freda POV’s“Sit, Freda,” Miranda, my best friend, said as she gestured for me to sit down with a weird expression which got me extremely worried.“What’s wrong Miranda?” I couldn’t help but ask.I was curious because of her attitude since she came back from the mall. She’s been acting really strange and it’s been freaking me out. She sighed as she sat beside me, holding my hands in hers.“I don’t know how to say this Freda, but Jake isn’t the right man for you,” She said, biting her lower lip as if contemplating on the words she just told me. I slowly pulled away my hand from hers, wondering where she got the guts to say that. She was my best friend for crying out loud! Jake and I have been dating for three years now, in fact, we’re already engaged. So I don’t know why she’d say such rubbish about him.“You’re my friend, Miranda. But, I won’t tolerate it when you say trash about Jake, a man I’m about to get married to,” I replied strictly, trying to prevent myself from yelling at
Freda POV’sWe both walked into the luxurious clubhouse and were immediately welcomed with the odd smell of alcohol and loud music booming over the entire building. I smiled and I walked further into the club. Miranda actually tried to stop me from coming here but I insisted because this was what I needed at the moment.“Stay close to me, Freda,” Miranda said trailing behind me.The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air. The clubhouse was packed with people enjoying themselves, and I felt a thrill of anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for me.Finally I got to the counter and I met the bartender. “Hey, I want the strongest drink you have." The bartender raised an eyebrow, but he didn't question my request. He simply nodded and started mixing a drink that looked like it could knock a person out. “Freya, are you sure about this? We can just go home now,” Miranda said and I scoffed.“C’mon Miranda, you don’t need to fret, you are here to watch
Freda POV’sI slowly opened my eyes and blinked, disoriented by the bright sunlight streaming through the window. I sat up and looked around, the room was unfamiliar, and I couldn't remember how she had gotten there, not until I saw my undies on the floor, with my clothes scattered all around.I sighed realizing I was naked, and that was how the event of last night played in my head. I had totally had sex with a stranger. I gathered the duvet around my body and I tried to stand up but I winced painfully and I fell back on the bed. My virginal area hurt like hell, and my legs felt numb.It was hell of an experience last night and I enjoyed every bit of it even if he made me cry. It was just so different from the sex I usually had with Jake.I looked around the room, but he was nowhere to be found. I hurriedly checked the bathroom, the closet, and even under the bed, but he was nowhere to be seen. I felt a stab of fear in her chest, but I suddenly laughed. What was I expecting? It was
Hardin POV’sMafia’s underground hideout…“Freda Huston, 22 years old, parents are both dead,”“She lives alone with her best friend Miranda. Recently broke up with her boyfriend Jake who was cheating on her, that’s all we found about her boss.” The private investigator said and I sighed, irritated by the fact that someone else had already gotten down with her before me.“Jake?” I asked and the private investigator quickly bowed his head. “Jake Williams,”“Hector!” I called and he immediately rushed in, he’s my best aid whenever it comes to missions like this.“I’m here boss,” He replied with a slight bow.“Sit down,” I said and he hurriedly sat down.“He was cheating on her and he broke up? For what reason?” I asked referring to the private investigator.“Umm.. according to the information I gathered after paying the lady he cheated with handsomely, she said Freda wasn’t good on bed that’s why he broke up with her,” He replied and my eyes flashed red. “How dare he!”My anger was boil
Freda POV’sI slowly opened my eyes, and I hissed because of the banging headache I felt. I stared around and I was surprised to be in a strange room, with no idea on where I was.I immediately panicked and I tried to remember what had happened. Then I recalled leaving the my room to get sanitary pads. My memory was hazy, but there was a car, and a man, and then... nothing. The realization hit me like a freight train. I had been kidnapped, and it was none other than the man I met at the clubhouse.My heart was pounding in my chest as I climbed out of the bed and walked towards the door. I reached for the handle, and turned it slowly. My hands were shaking, and I felt like I was going to faint. But when I opened the door, I was surprised to find that it was unlocked. I walked out heading to the hallway, my mind racing. What should I do? Should I run? Should I stay and try to figure out what was going on? I didn't know what to do.I started to run down the hallway, my mind a whirl of p
Freda's POV"I would fuck you mercilessly before shoving a bullet down your throat" Hardin replied almost immediately, looking at me straight in the eyes, and I could see that he wasn't Bluffing. "Just let me and my friend go, and I will forget this ever happened I promise," I said trying to beg my way out of the situation but it seemed as thou it only made him mad as his grip on my hands tightened."I don't think you understand what is going on," he said angrily bringing a gun out of his pocket, I froze at the sight of it as a wave of panic surged through my veins. Is he going to shoot me? I wondered to myself "This is what is going to happen to your friend if you ever think of escaping this place"He brought the gun to my face tracing it gently down to my throat, I shut my eyes close unable to breathe properly, suddenly I heard a loud bang which made me jump in fear.I opened my eyes immediately only to see that he had put a bullet through the door. my heart leaped into my throat,
Freda's POV"He is not that bad Freda, I promise you" Candy replied calmly, how can I believe that the man who kidnapped my best friend and threatened to kill me is not a bad person? "I find that hard to believe candy, I know you work for him and it's okay if you don't want to say anything bad about your boss but we both know that isn't true, Hardin is a monster," I said disagreeing with what she said, I can believe she is trying to whitewash Hardin. "Believe it or not Freda, Hardin is a kind and loving man as far as you obey his rule and don't do anything to offend him" she replied with a smile on her face.I couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not but either way I didn't want to be here. "Okay," I replied because I didn't know what else to say so I just pulled my clothes and went into the bathroom. "I will leave you to it, and if you need anything just let me know," she said before leaving me alone with my thoughts.As I sank into the soothing warmth of the bathtub, my
Freda’s POV“I want you to fuck me," I said to Hardin as I lay on top of him"for someone who is heavily pregnant….you are too wild," he said as he started to kiss my neck. He moved down my body and kissed my tits. "You're so beautiful," he said as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Hardin!” I let out a moan as he sucked on it, making it hard. He then moved down my body and kissed my stomach.“Just fuck me already….” I pleaded shamelessly “Fine…you asked for it,” he said as he spread my leg wide open and he position his cock at my pussy. "You are mine," he said as he slowly pushed his cock into me. “Fuckkkkk” I moan loudly as he started to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, how are you still tight? " he asked as he continued to fuck me with his cock. He started to fuck me harder"Hardin, Hardin" I moaned as he continued to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, I'm going to cum""Don't let me stop you" and that was enough to make me explode but he continued to fuck me, after a few pushe
Hardin’s POVI could feel the weight lifting off my shoulders as I stood outside the hospital with my men. Freda couldn't make it because of a last-minute errand, leaving me curious about what she was up to. My driver had already turned the car around, and as I got in, a sense of relief washed over me.As we drove away from the hospital, I let out another sigh, grateful for the progress I had made. It had been a challenging two weeks since I woke up from my coma, but finally being strong enough to go home brought me immense joy. The thought of leaving the confines of the hospital lifted my spirits, I was more than ready to break free from the monotony of being in one place for so long.My mind wandered to Freda, the pillar of support by my side through it all. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for her unwavering presence in my life. She had been my rock, my constant source of strength during the toughest times, and I cherished her more than words could express.As the
Freda’s POV“Am I dreaming?” I asked because it was as if I was still dreaming.“No you are not Mama….it feels so_”I wrapped my arms tightly around him, perhaps a bit too tightly, feeling his slight groan as I squeezed in my overwhelming excitement. It had been so long since I had felt this kind of joy, this rush of emotions that threatened to spill over. Hardin was finally awake, and the prospect of our family being whole once more filled me with an indescribable sense of happiness.As I held him close, the reality of his presence sank in, grounding me in the moment. The weight of his existence, of his return to consciousness, was like a balm to my soul, soothing the ache that had lingered in his absence. The sheer relief of having him back, of knowing that he was no longer lost in the depths of slumber, washed over me in waves.In that embrace, in the warmth of his body against mine, I found solace and strength. The months of waiting, of hoping against hope for his awakening, had f
Freda’s POVI dashed to the hospital, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum, the news of Hardin moving his hand echoing in my mind like a mantra of hope. As I burst into Hardin's room, a flurry of medical staff surrounded him, their urgent movements a choreography of healing.A nurse approached me, her voice gentle amidst the whirlwind of activity, “Please come with me...the doctor will speak to you soon” guiding me to the doctor's office to wait. My footsteps felt heavy, each one a beat in the rhythm of anticipation that thrummed through me. The sterile scent of the hospital mingled with the tension in the air, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding moment.Emotions surged within me, a turbulent sea of relief, worry, and gratitude crashing against the shores of my consciousness. The sight of Hardin surrounded by a team of professionals, each one dedicated to his care, filled me with a sense of reassurance. Yet, beneath the facade of composure, I tried to maintain, a curre
Freda’s POVI stood by Hardin's side, watching over him as he lay in that silent slumber, a wave of realization washed over me. The truth that he might not wake up, that he might not be there to share in the joys and sorrows of raising our child, pierced my heart like a dagger. The prospect of facing motherhood alone, of shouldering the responsibilities of caring for our child without him by my side, loomed large before me.But amidst the shadows of doubt and fear, a flicker of determination ignited within me. The resolve to embrace this new chapter of my life, to welcome our child into the world with open arms and an open heart, grew stronger with each passing moment. The certainty that I would love and cherish this child, that I would be there for them no matter what trials lay ahead, anchored me in a sea of uncertainty.*******“I am beginning to learn how to cook again….yeah I know the last time was disastrous but this time I started with something simple” “Sandwich….I made a san
Freda’s POV“Where you hurt?…..ma’am can you hear me?…” I could hear the medics' voices fading into the background as my mind swirled with thoughts of Hardin, If only he were here, Jim would never have dared to lay a hand on me.“He is dead ma’am” I heard someone say from behind.“What?”“Jim…is dead” Despite the chaos around me, a strange calm settled within as the news of Jim's demise reached my ears. Memories of the pain he had inflicted on Hardin flooded my mind, serving as a bitter reminder of the past. At that moment, a sense of justice tinged with a hint of vindication, washed over me.The medics' concerned voices seemed distant as I processed the news, a mix of relief and closure washing over me. Jim's actions had not only caused physical harm but had also left emotional scars that ran deep. The weight of his deeds hung heavy in the air, a burden lifted with his passing. I wouldn't deny the closure his death brought. ********I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Miranda runni
Freda’s POV“Jim….what are you doing_”“Shut up your trash bitch! Don't you dare mention my name” he yelled at me angrily.I was gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest as Jim pressed the gun against my head. Fear gripped me tightly, knowing that Hardin, my usual protector, was nowhere to be found. Jim's menacing presence sent shivers down my spine, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm me. He appeared disheveled as if he had just broken free from prison. However, amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a distraction that I couldn't quite place.Despite the imminent danger, a glimmer of hope sparked within me as I recognized the opportunity presented by Jim's distraction. I understood that I had to tread carefully, to maneuver this precarious situation to my advantage without triggering a violent response from him.“There is no Hardin to save you this time.…you are doomed Freda!” he said with a hint of disgust on his face, his grip tightening on the gun, I
Freda’s POVI sat there, staring at the hospital room walls, feeling lost and confused. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, heavier than anything I had ever experienced. How did life twist from happiness to sorrow in just a few months? Hardin, my rock, lay in a coma with no signs of waking. The air felt thick with uncertainty, and the news of my pregnancy added another layer of complexity to the turmoil. This should have been a time of joy, of shared anticipation, but instead, it was shrouded in fear and loneliness. I needed Hardin now more than ever, his strength, his presence, but he was unreachable, lost in a world I couldn't enter. The ache in my heart mirrored the ache in my soul, a deep yearning for things to be different, for a glimpse of hope in this sea of despair. At that moment, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, the burden of uncertainty pressing down on me with a force I could barely withstand. “I have told you countless times to stop thinking
Freda's POVI sat there crying profusely as I watched Hardin lying helplessly on the bed. I could not help but heave a heavy sigh of frustration, as it had been four solid weeks of laying there without waking up or saying anything. My heart bled as I continued to watch him. My eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep. I could no longer bear the silence, so I cleaned my eyes and took a deep breath before I talked.“Hardin,” I called out softly as I looked over his oxygen mask to see his closed eyes.“Hardin, I know you can hear me. Please come back to me. I can't keep living like this. It's been four weeks Hardin, you kept mute and refused to talk to me. Please open your eyes, Hardin. You should have allowed me to take that bullet. I survived it once, and could survive it again.” I said as tears rolled down my cheek. My heart racing faster as I was eager to see him open his eyes, but it did not look like he was going to open his eyes anytime soon.“Hardin, please, you have made me love y