"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
"I need you to answer me when I ask you a question. That is the only way for this to work. Do you understand?" Tyler leans forward. His eyes have a crazed glint to them in the dark that scares me out of my senses, I will do anything he asks. Just to avoid his wrath. I nod frantically. He shakes his head at me disappointedly. Somehow, I understand what he is asking of me, so I open my mouth and say, "Yes, I understand. I am sorry." He raises an amused brow at me, and I add again, "No, I don't know what kind of person Linc was before my mother married him." I say. He leans back in his chair, a twisted pleased look on his face. I feel nauseated. "He was a piece of shit. An asshole. He belonged to this group of friends who got off on being wild reckless idiots. Rich spoilt kids who got away with anything and everything. Late night parties. Getting high. Alcohol. Hard drugs. Women. The whole thing." Tyler folds his hands over his chest. He looks normal for a second, and the lapse in hi
"No." I say quietly. Even though I knew exactly what he was talking about. Kathryn didn't care much about me either. Though she was present in my life, it would have probably done me much good if she simply wasn't. But I can't tell Tyler that. He doesn't care. He can only see himself. He scoffs at me, "Of course." Then he kicks the chair back and gets up. Dread fills me up and I cower back, away from his looming figure. I am totally at his mercy and I don't want to find out how far he can go if he wants to. The thought makes my stomach go sour. "Well, that is enough story for tonight. You should try to get some sleep. You have got a long day ahead of you. We are going to call our dear daddy early morning tomorrow." He sneers at the word 'daddy' making it sound as impure and ugly as possible. Making sure I get his double meaning. He turns around and my panic bubbles out of me in a desperate cry."Tyler! Please, at least, untie me. I am very uncomfortable. I can't spend the night li
I love her. God. I am in love with her. She had told me she loved me one time after a session of passionate love making and I cowardly avoided the topic. Till now. Till this. And now I don't know if I am ever going to see her again. I glare at the sunlight forcing itself into the den, splashing across my face, the alcohol has numbed me to a stupor where nothing matters but Amelia. My head hurts with a terrible migraine and everything makes me sngry. I am painfully aware of the fact that the more hours that passed, the more danger she might be in. The more volatile the situation becomes. And it is all my fault. I don't know if I will ever forgive myself if anything happens to Amelia. Hernandez walks into the den from somewhere beyond my limited line of sight and I eye him angrily. It is good that he is a top professional, else I don't know how he put up with my violent outbursts. I would be embarrassed if I wasn't too drunk. "Mr. Dmitri. Good morning." He says, taking his seat on t
"12:20p.m." He says without glancing at his wristwatch. It takes me a moment to understand what that means. I jump off the couch, but it is too much motion for my hungover brain, and I sway on the balls of my feet for a moment. I run a hand through my hair, and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds. Till the world stops swaying beneath my feet. "Report on what I asked you to do." I say firmly after a moment where I catch my head. I need an aspirin. But I will go get it later. "She is here." Hernandez says coolly, I nod and look at my phone, no missed calls from any unknown numbers. I check the answering machine, nothing. "Okay, good. Send her in in ten minutes." I say and turn around, heading upstairs to my room. I need to put myself together. Enough of this show of weakness. I think I have an odd idea of what this is about and whilst I would hate to confirm it, it is inevitable. I always knew my past would come back to bite me in the ass in some way over the years and I looked fo
She glares at me from her seat across the den, I open my mouth to reply her but just then a vibration goes off in my pants pocket. It is my phone. I grab it, and looking at the screen, it is an unsaved number. Unknown. I look at the hot glare on Sheryl's face as she watches me with palpable hatred. Hernandez bursts into the room, he has set up a makeshift investigation room in the guestroom adjacent to the den, and he tracks my phone for every single call. He must have seen the call come in. Abbie is behind him and a third guy who is with Hernandez, whose name I have not bothered to know in the chaos since yesterday. Sheryl looks behind her and I see the panic cross her eyes for a second. "That would be him, right?" I point the ringing phone to Hernandez. "Should be. It is almost twenty four hours after." He says coolly. Abbie nods at me and the third guy pulls out a recording device with earpieces which he passes around to Hernandez and Abbie. Then he walks out of the room back to
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