"I am sorry, ma'am. You can't leave. Orders from Mr. Dmitri." Creed repeats the mantra. I wonder if he even recognises me. He looks the same as three years ago. The stoic looking middle aged security agent that mans the main entrance to the mansion. I know he doesn't work alone, he is just the one that you see. And he is a mean looking bastard, I don't think I have ever seen him smile.I am exasperated at this point. I am barely holding myself from lashing out at his cool demeanour as he sits there in his cubicle, eyes concealed behind thick dark glasses, big lips held in a straight line."I am literally going out to meet him. Should I call him and tell him you're being a stuck up and keeping him waiting?" I yell so my voice carries over across the partition of his cubicle. The glass looks solid and heavy but I know he can hear the slightest sound. Even though he keeps his expression neutral.Creed turns his head to look at me, my lie must have gotten him to waver. I just have to keep
Then, the call cuts off abruptly."Ashley? Ashley? Are you there?" I yell into the phone. Something doesn't feel right. There is no time to think clearly about what she said as I hurry to the elevator, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.The elevator is in use and I stamp my feet in place, anxious to get on. My apartment is on the topmost floor else I would have taken the stairs. Something feels urgent. Ashley is acting strange and I get the sense that it has nothing or everything to do with our weakened bond.I am glad to see that the elevator is headed down here, but when it opens in front of me, my blood runs cold at the sight of Tyler standing alone in it. His cold eyes look me over and a malicious smirk creeps up his handsome face.I take a step back when he steps out, feeling the survival instinct kick, screaming at me to put as much distance between us. I am numb. My mind races with a million unfinished thoughts. Each bouncing off the last, never quite following a pattern."He
"Okay, sir. I get you. We will get to work immediately." Mrs. Delgado says calmly.I end the call without waiting for Mr. Harvey, the lawyer, to chip in. I am sick of the seemingly endless back and forth conversation. I just need it fixed. And now. I am so mad that I predicted the angle this shit would take once it hit right. I had hoped I was just being paranoid. But now I know better. People are insane. Why the fuck would Amelia be roped into this? How did Arthur even know about her? Kathryn rarely talks about her daughter to her flings.I push all the thoughts aside as I walk out the office."Mr. Dmitri, sir, you have backlogged meetings. I have got the most important on hold right now, are you on your way out already?" Charlotte follows me as I head straight for the elevator, when I step inside the waiting car without so much as turning to look at her or even acknowledge her with a word, she turns around, getting the message.Nothing is as important as getting back to Amelia right
Amelia POV::I taste the salt in my mouth before I gain consciousness fully. It doesn't alarm me as much as the tight binds eating into my wrists and ankles. I am bound to a cold metal chair, and the room is bare with dull walls, dark except for a lone light bulb that keeps fluttering. It could as well have been off. I can't judge the size of the room because of the dimness, but I get the sense that it is a huge building. A warehouse, probably. And I am confined to a corner of it.Panic floods into my bloodstream as the last of my consciousness slids into place. I feel a revolt so foreign that it shocks me to the core.Tyler. At my apartment complex. Those cold, emotionless blue eyes. The sneer that marred his face, transforming his usual handsome features into a severe hateful mask.That scream I heard before passing out was undeniably Ashley's. My heart slams around in my ribcage with the implication of what it meant for Tyler to have been in my apartment. For Ashley to have called
Something very vital that is just out of my reach.I hear footsteps at a distance that I can't judge from my position, bound on this metal chair, but it is clear that it is someone walking by. I can't mistake the rhythmic sound of hard boots slamming on the cement floor."Is someone there?" I yell, but the sound comes out pathetic. Low and weak. My throat is parched. I am tired and I am scared.I have just been kidnapped. I don't know what to think. My best friend betrayed me. My heart lies in a million shattered pieces at the bottom of my stomach.The footsteps stop. Then it starts moving again, but by the faint sound of each step, I can tell it is receding instead of coming towards me. I clear my throat and open my mouth."Hello! Who is there! Help! Hello!" My voice echoes back at me emptily. Whoever it was is gone. I sag dejectedly into the uncomfortable metal chair. My body heat has warmed it to a point, but my back is bent at an angle that makes my whole body hurt. I don't know h
"He promised he wasn't going to hurt you." Ashley whispers amidst her tears, pathetically. "Well, no shit." I scoff sarcastically. Was she even really my friend all this while? Have I just been blind and held onto a bond that was never there in the first place? "Did you even consider me as your best friend? Your sister? Was that all just talk? How long have you hated me for?" My heart breaks at the thought. It feels like someone took an iron fist and started squeezing the organ. It hurts like madness. It takes my breath away. It mellows my anger for a bit. "No! Please, Amelia, No. I never hated you. I don't hate you. You are my best friend, Amelia, I love you. I can't even ask for forgiveness because this is unforgivable, but please don't question our years together. I never once faked my love for you." "Then what the fuck do you call this! How do you explain this!" I yell, craning my neck around, ignoring the pain at the base of my skull as I bend, I can't see anything clearly b
Our classmates might not believe this if I told them. He was able to deceive Ashley for fuck's sake. My best friend. People in his everyday life who have not witnessed this part of him wouldn't believe it. "Well fuck. Open your mouth." Tyler says and pours the lukewarm content of the bottle on my face, I don't have a choice other than to open my mouth else the water goes down my nose. His face has a maniacal glint to it as he watches me struggle with drinking the water pouring down my face. It is all I can do to not cry. It is over in a moment. I swallow the water and surprisingly, feel better. If only by a fraction. Tyler walks away and I remember Ashley behind me. "Wait, please. Ashley. She needs it." I am unable to say more. I guess I am still numb but he stops and looks back at me. He looks past me and scoffs. He walks off to the window and drops the bottle of water so it spills. I watch this with a crazed kind of terror. I am mad at Ashley and all, but I know she is in a worse
The shock of the stinging blow to the face burns more than the physical pain. He hit me below my chin, and I taste the blood on my tongue, I feel my molars tug loose with the abrupt force. I can't even scream. I can't even bring my hand up to touch or at least soothe the stinging spot. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I am dazed. I blink at him. It is like looking at a whole new person. I knew he was capable and willing to hurt me physically, to assault me if he felt like it, but to actually be on the receiving end of that idea is beyond terrifying. It is not the pain or discomfort of it but absolute humiliation. To be reduced to this and for what? Anger, along with hurt, stirs in the pit of my stomach. He sees the fire come alive in my eyes and smirks at me, tongue out, ugly as fuck. In the dark, we watch eachother for a beat. Then I look away. Because it is useless. He has the upper hand here. I still don't know my standing in this situation. Does he consider me disposabl
The door swings open and Ashley walks in, she comes straight to where I am perched in the middle of the room in my expensive wedding dress that costs seven figures, designed by a top rated designer to flatter my body and make me look unreal. It was unspoken but also to make my tiny pregnant bulge not very visible. And it is perfect. I feel like a fairy in the low V-neck, long sleeved, ankle length gown made with sheer lace, embroidered with real diamonds along my silhouette. I feel pretty. "Are you okay?" She asks.I shake my head. I am far from okay. My life is a fairytale and I can't seem to snap to reality. We are having the wedding in a quaint countryside ranch in the south of France, magical and ethereal. How can I be okay? It is a small wedding. When I say small, I mean it is just Linc and I, Ashley and Dylan, Chris who is Linc's best friend who I am just meeting who happens to be a very jovial man with a wicked sense of humour, his girlfriend, a french model whose name was so
I am alone in the bed. But Linc's scent lingers in the pillows, sheets, my senses. His side of the bed is warm. I can tell he just left. But to where? It is still Sunday right? I look around for my phone, it is six p.m in the evening of the same day so he didn't go to work. My bladder pushes all the other thoughts from my head as I make to get up and go pee. After peeing, I look at myself in the mirror and I find that I can't quite recognise the woman looking back at me. Sensual and free. My eyes are glazed and it is not because of sleep. Wild and sated. My hair is a tousled mess atop my head, hanging loosely down to frame my breasts. Linc had left me multiple hickeys. On my neck, clavicle, shoulder, breasts, everywhere I look, he is there, he has claimed me in ways that I could never detach from. It is not our first time but something about the selfless way he pleasured my body till I came, felt different, new and exhilarating. I need him to come back from wherever he went to immed
I skip over her waiting flesh, the clean trim of her pussy, the little triangle of golden hair, I kiss her inner thighs, raising them up for easy access to the feast I am about to have. Amelia quakes in my arms, I can't help the cocky smirk that comes on my face. We are only just getting started, my love. I give her a little bite around her smooth bikini line and she shivers, the sound of her breathing is audible. Quicker. Shallower. I am positioned in between her thighs and I look up, holding her eyes. "Look at me, my love. I want you to watch me as I worship you." I say, my voice is raspy and endlessly choked full with emotions that overwhelm me. Her scent is in my head, clouding my senses, holding me captive, I am hers, forever. "Linc." She only breathes in response. Waiting. Hunger. Writhing. Arching. Pleading. Wanting. I lean down and run the pointed tip of my tongue through her slick pussy folds, maintaining eye contact, enjoying the rapturous look of pleasure stretching her
Linc Dmitri POV::I kiss her like she was life itself. She is my life. She is my everything. She just made me sob like a child with the heartwrenching news that she was pregnant. Never have I ever been that overwhelmed. Completely caught off guard. I am going to be a father at forty four. Amelia, my girl, my precious little love, she is going to make me a father. It is hardly believable, I can't seem to fully come to terms with it. When I turned forty, I kind of stopped bothering about the whole heir thing. I figured I would just pass down most of my wealth to charity and the other half to her, even if she wasn't in my life anymore. I reviewed my will a few months ago, before I even called her to come back to New York, I reviewed my will and made her the part beneficiary of my entire wealth. That was the extent of my loyal affection for her. I was never going to let her struggle for anything. And then she returned and we gave in to this beautiful fire that was our relationship and I
"What?" "What?" Linc's voice overshadows Ashley's. I look away from the intensity of his eyes burning into me. My heart is beating hard and fast. I am not scared or worried, I am a lot of things. A lot of bubbling emotions and I start crying again. It is definitely the hormones. The test I did didn't say how far along I was, just that I was pregnant. Positive. "When did you find out?" Linc is in front of me. Hovering above me. He is all I see through my tears, he places his hands on my cheek gently, softly, like I was a feather he could blow away easily, like I was fragile and he was scared of hurting me, I am crying too hard to talk and he just quietly swipes away the tears, cradling my face with so much affection, the tears would not stop falling. "Yesterday night." I manage to say through my tears. He pulls me close and I get lost inside him. His huge hard body engulfs mine and I look at Ashley, her face is wet again and she is trying to wipe her face clean, she pats down my ha
"I knew her through Trent. We paid her a condolences visit and help her out with little things occasionally." Ashley says and I realise that I asked her the question out loud. She is telling me her connection with Sheryl and it only makes the sense of dread tighten in the coil of my empty belly. "I pay her a visit every Thursday to check in on how she was doing. When I got there this week, she was drunk and started sobbing uncontrollably about revenge and all sorts of things I couldn't follow till she brought out the phone and showed me the video. She said she was going to share it since, but hadn't found the courage to. She was an emotional grieving mess. It was sad to watch. I stayed with her till she fell asleep and I took the phone and deleted it from the cloud it was saved on. When she wakes up and finds it gone, she might believe she did it herself when she was drunk or whatever. I went to your place that night but you weren't around. I expected to see you in class the next day
Amelia POV::I hear the knock at the door but I don't move. I don't know when I slept off last night, and when I open my eyes to see that it is morning, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I did not move even then, not even to go pee or brush my mouth. And now with that persistent knocking, I remain inert. I didn't order anything and I am not expecting anyone so maybe it is a neighbour's guest at the wrong door. I am not bothered to go check it out. They would leave when they figure it out. My entire world is spinning and I can't seem to get a grip. A thousand thoughts rush through my mind and none is comforting. I am hot and cold at the same time and I am hungry but incredibly nauseous and sensitive to the faintest smell. I couldn't keep anything down if I tried. I sit up suddenly, alarmed by the unmistakable click of the door and then it is open and I hear that familiar voice, that silky smooth baritone that makes my insides melt and feel like mush. Linc. A weak smile plays on my lips in s
"Mr. Dmitri, are you there?" Mr. Hageman's voice comes on again, polite and persistent. Sometimes, I forget about the man's existence in the house with me. But I feel his presence in how pristine he keeps the mansion. It is not an easy job to do, but he manages it all perfectly. His bookkeeping is honest and professional, I have had him for close to ten years now and I have never had any issues with his work. I send birthday and holiday cards to his wife and kids through my assistants every year. "Yes. Send her in. I will be down in thirty minutes." I reply, getting up. I didn't plan to get out of bed today but here comes Ashley of all people, to drag me out of it. I am very curious about her visit but not enough that I would clean up before meeting her. Amelia told me she doesn't have the best opinions of me and that makes her visit all the more suspicious. Is she here for Amelia? I thought they fell out with eachother. I take a quick cold shower, put on clean casual clothes and
Linc Dmitri POV::I stretch my arms out and I come up empty. Air. Nothing. She is not here. I open my eyes and glare at the sunlight splashing on my face. It is Sunday morning and I am in a foul mood. Just yesterday, I woke up in the best mood, with her soft body in my bed after a long night of ravaging her body to my soul's satisfaction. I woke up to her warm body snuggling into me and I couldn't resist fucking her again. And now, she is not here anymore. I can't wrap my head around anything. I swing my arm up to cover my eyes. I can't stand the brightness of the morning, it feels like the universe is taunting me. How can time be moving on when my world is unstable?Did she break up with me? Are we broken up? I am forty four and I can't tell. But I do know one thing. The ugly ache stuck in my chest. Her words hurt me and I was too numb to act when she finally said she had to leave because she needed space. I just watched her. And she left. It took me hours of stunned hurtful silence