His grip on my arm is tight, almost crushing my bones. Panic wells up inside me as I look into his cold, impassive face. Is he going to take revenge on me for not letting him into the house last night?Desperate to resist, I protest, "What are you doing?"But my words seem feeble in the face of his determination.He shoves me into the back seat with an urgency that only heightens my anxiety, and in the blink of an eye, he's beside me, the door slamming shut and locking me in. The driver initiates the journey without delay, and my heart races faster as I furiously attempt to open the locked door.Fury burns in my eyes as I turn my attention to George, demanding answers like, "Where are you taking me?"His voice is as icy as his gaze as he replies, "To my place," his focus unwaveringly on the road ahead.My protests grow louder and more desperate, a reflection of my increasing fear. "No… I don't want to go there. Stop the car right now!""Listen, Vivian," he interjects, his voice unyiel
The rapid pounding of my heart matches the urgency with which I dial George's number. The call connects immediately; his voice is light and almost carefree as he greets me, "Hey, how are you doing?"His words are like salt in an open wound, igniting a spark of anger within me. The audacity of his question, given the situation, grates on my nerves. The time for pleasantries and games is long past."How dare you ask me that? Do you think I'm enjoying being cooped up here?" My voice carries a simmering fury, laced with the frustration that's been building for weeks.He chuckles and says, his response a stark contrast to my seething anger. "I’ll be there in half an hour. Wait for me."Beep…The line goes dead, leaving me to stare at the phone in disbelief. The combination of his casual attitude and the feeling of being brushed aside fuels my irritation to new heights."Huh!" My scowl deepens as I mutter to myself, my frustration palpable. "He just hung up on me!"A surge of prickling anno
As I move closer to Vivian, I can smell her scent, and it's driving me wild. I haven't seen her in five years, but my attraction to her is still as strong as ever. In fact, it's even stronger. I can't control myself anymore. I'm drawn to her like a moth to a flame. My heart races as I get closer to her.I can feel my pulse racing as I move closer to her. My senses are heightened, and I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. My fingers tremble as I reach out to touch her face. Her skin feels soft and smooth under my fingertips. I can't help but be captivated by her beauty.My mind goes blank as I stare into her eyes. They sparkle with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. I can tell she wants me, too. I can sense the tension between us building. I lean in closer, my lips barely grazing hers. I can hear her ragged breathing, and it only turns me on more.Without another thought, I rip her dress apart and knead her breast, savoring the feeling of her warm flesh under
Vivian’s POV…When I wake up the next morning, I find myself in George’s arms. The haze of sleep gradually lifts, replaced by a sudden surge of awareness. The memory of last night comes crashing back, causing my heart to race and my cheeks to burn with embarrassment.The realization of my own actions hits me like a wave, and I'm flooded with a mix of emotions: regret, confusion, and a tinge of shame.How could I make such mistakes?My internal struggle to keep my distance from him seems to have failed spectacularly. I've spent the last five years avoiding any intimate relationships, determined to focus on my children and my own well-being. But last night, something in me gave way, and the yearning for affection and connection took over.The walls I had built around myself crumbled in an instant, and the dam of pent-up desires burst forth, leaving me vulnerable to his touch.But now I regret it. I should have resisted and controlled myself. How could I have let my guard down and allowe
My words infuriate her beyond her tolerance level."You, filthy woman. I’ll kill you." Megan lunges over me, her eyes blazing with fury.But before she can reach me, I quickly sidestep and grab her arm, using her momentum against her. She stumbles forward, off balance, and I take advantage of the opportunity to wrap my arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides.With fierce determination, I drag her backward, away from the door, and slam her onto the floor. The air rushes out of her lungs as she hits the ground, and for a moment, she lies there, dazed and helpless.I straddle her, my legs on either side of her hips, and lean down, my face inches from hers. My breath comes in short gasps, and my heart races with adrenaline. I feel a surge of power and satisfaction as I look down at her, finally at my mercy.I yank on her hair, making her whine.Megan's eyes flash with anger and humiliation. She struggles against my hold, trying to buck me off, but I maintain my position, my m
George’s POV…As I gaze upon Vivian's unconscious form, terror takes hold of me like a vice. My mind races with worst-case scenarios. The fear of losing her gripped my heart.I had promised to protect her, and now it seems I've failed miserably.Guilt and regret assail me like a tempest, leaving me feeling helpless and lost. I replay the events leading up to this moment in my head, berating myself for not being able to prevent Megan's intrusion. Self-loathing consumes me, and I can't help but feel that I don't deserve Vivian's forgiveness.I didn’t leave her side. I sat beside her and waited for her to wake up.When she finally stirs, opening her eyes, relief washes over me like a balm. I clasp her hands tightly, tears streaming down my face."Thank goodness, you're awake," I whisper hoarsely, my voice cracking under the strain of emotion. "I'm so sorry, Vivian. It’s all my fault. I couldn’t stop her from entering the house. She still came and tried to hurt you. I am a jerk.""George…
I am terrified, fearing they will hurt each other. "Michael, please leave. You shouldn’t be here.""Vivian, you have no idea how cruel this man is," he says. "He is the one who is causing trouble in my company."George doesn't back down, though. He steps forward, his eyes blazing with anger."Shut up," he growls. "Get out of here. Or else, I will beat you to death.""Come and fight me," Michael provokes."George, please…" I look at him pleadingly, holding his hand.In a split second, everything changes. George shoves me into the car, slamming the door shut.I frantically turn the knob, trying to open the door, but it's locked. My heart sinks as I watch them engage in fierce combat. I feel helpless, unable to stop them.Locked inside the car, my hands press against the window, and my gaze is fixed on the spectacle unfolding outside. The two figures clash, fists flying, and words exchanged like arrows. A knot forms in my stomach, and my heart aches as the fear of their physical confront
My heart races as I look up at the distorted face looming in front of me. Fear crawls up my spine as I realize it is Michael, his eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my blood run cold."Shh..." he hisses, his hot breath brushing against my ear. "Don't yell."I nod frantically, desperate to be released from his grasp. Slowly, he lowers his hand and steps back, allowing me to breathe once more. My heart still hammers in my chest, and my mind is reeling from the sudden attack.He slowly lowers his hand and steps back a little. I gasp for air, my heart pounding from what has just happened."I am sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you," he says. "But I needed to talk to you."I glare at him, my anger and fear battling for dominance. How dare he do this to me? Why is he acting like some sort of crazed lunatic?"George is causing problems for my business," he continued, his expression twisted in hatred. "My company is on the verge of collapsing. All my years of hard work are being ruined be