“Why exactly were they beating you up?” Camilla asked with concern. What if it happened again?
“Because I asked the kids not to do as they requested. I even called the police, who raided one of their meet-up points, and their leader was arrested. He was the one who had been there on that fateful day,” Nicolai said. “I don’t know how they knew I made the call.”
“Mmmh. Maybe they have an agent within the police department because there can’t be any logical explanation,” Camilla said.
“If that’s the case, it means I am not safe at all. They can come back for me anytime,” Nicolai said, thinking on his feet.
“It means I might not be safe as well,” Camilla said after a while, and Nicolai held her hand as if giving her some assurance.
The idea of forming a mafia gang was conceptualized there,
“A gang can only be taken care of by a gang,” Nicolai had said.
He also wanted to give security to the lady who had saved his life. Slowly by sl
It was not easy to wake up early that day for Jacob. His new neighbors moved in, and it took almost midnight for them to stop all the ruckus of moving stuff. Not to mention that the music that they were playing was not really the most calming for sleeping.Jacob already had a bad initial impression of his neighbors. But, what could he do?By the looks of it, his new neighbors were not renting. They bought the place. Thus there was not much he could do even when he complained.What about moving somewhere else? Not an option. The apartment that he was staying in at the moment was the most that he could afford.Nevertheless, Jacob needed to start moving. He could not be lazy with his current profession. So he left around 5 am to jog.It was just past six when Jacob was returning home to his apartment from my morning jog. The late September air had cooled the sweat on his skin, and he was looking forward to a nice hot shower. One of the perks of the pl
Since Larry and this woman owns the place, they have the right to make changes to their apartment, particularly the keys, and most actually did that.“Really?” she asked, her eyes bright, hopefully looking at him.That meant they hadn’t change the locks, Jacob mussed to himself once more.“Yeah, I guess it would be fine,” Jacob continued further. “He probably won’t come until nine or ten.” If we’re lucky, I thought to myself. “But you can wait for a while in here.”She released a relieved sigh before she said, “Thanks, um…?”“Jacob,” he replied, grinning.“Lara,” she said, juggling the kitten to shake his extended hand.After that, they went to his apartment. Jacob unlocked the door and flipped the light switch.Jacob’s apartment was small: one bedroom, one bath, a kitchen, and a living room. He was stayin
Lara yelped as she was startled when he threw the phone. Nevertheless, Lara caught it, but the motion nearly caused the towel to come undone.She quickly snatched it to her chest. There was a brief shadowy glimpse between her pink thighs as she shifted her position, and then she squeezed her legs tight together again.Jacob froze up. When he got a hold of himself, he cleared his throat and muttered, “Sorry, I….” He tried to apologize as she looked up at him, blushing.With that award situation, Jacob quickly retreated down the hallway to take a shower. It was his excuse as well as his cure. The cold shower helped him cool down, basically.Despite that, Jacob, under the hot running water he did more lathering than was strictly necessary while replaying the scene in his mind and fantasizing about what might have been.Before he realized it, his hand was already around his cock, pumping up and down. Jacob smiled bitterly. The cold w
Lara shook her head. She was expressionless when she said, “No, not really.”Jacob was dumbfounded. Are you kidding me? Do I really need to explain it explicitly? He thought to himself, regretting telling the truth.“What don’t you get?” he asked with obvious frustration. Jacob, in fact, already felt like he had said too much.Lara tilted her head, and she was humming as if she was thinking something serious.“I don’t understand what I get out of it,” she then responded with a treacherous gleam in her eye.“You get?” Jacob repeated with a raised brow. He was not so sure where she got the idea that she would get something out of it.“As you said, you’re rewarded for your discretion. It seems like I should be rewarded for mine,” she said nonchalantly.“Fuck!” he swore loudly. Then, after a pause to regain his composure, and then rele
Jacob raised a brow. “After you got into my pictures and tried to blackmail me?” He then asked before he laughed. “You’ve to be kidding.”Lara frowned at him. She opened her mouth before she closed it. In the end, she could not respond to him.He was really amused by this woman.“Listen, you can keep the shirt,” Jacob said eventually with a smile, “Or you can give it back later, alright?”“Fine,” she muttered softly before nodding her head. After that, Lara left his apartment.Three days later, Jacob found his shirt freshly washed and folded in front of his door.Jacob picked it up, and a note fluttered out to the ground. Inside his apartment, Jacob unfolded and read it: “Thanks again. Can meet any time.”***More days passed by quickly. Then it was Saturday.Jacob spent most of his Saturday arranging his make-shift ‘photo studio’ i
Just as he said that, Jacob realized something was missing. “Wait. Stay there,” He said hurriedly as he rushed back to his bedroom. He then took another less, then took off his camera tripod, before he returned to the living room.“Just stay put,” He said once more before he rummaged another bag.Lara nodded as she watched him with unmasked curiosity.When he was done, Jacob looked at Lara and said, “Don’t look at the camera,” he instructed before adding, “Pretend like I’m not even here.”Lara frowned as if she was thinking deeply. She then subconsciously looked away. Just as she did, Jacob snapped a couple of shots in quick succession.She was started but still tried to act as normal as she could.“Great! You are doing great.” Jacob said, brightly that encouraged her. “You look amazing. Just remember I’m not here.”Over the next few minutes, Jac
She was silent for a while before she said softly, “My legs.”Lara stretched her legs out in front of her. She leaned forward and traced a finger from her ankle all the way to the top of her inner thigh.“That looks so sexy,” Jacob commented before he added curiously, “Do you think your ex would want to see more?”Lara frowned, then asked, “Like what?”“I assume you’re wearing underwear, right?” Jacob asked while looking at her with interest. He would not know what to do if she was not wearing underwear.Lara nodded while looking at him curiously.“Doesn’t he deserve just a little peek? Not too much, we don’t want to spoil him, but I’d bet if you just undid that top button on your shorts, it would drive him crazy, wouldn’t it? Show him why you’re the only woman in the world who should matter to him,” Jacob said, his body heating up fur
Jacob would have never thought that he would have a moment like this with Lara. Yes, he did have occasional hookups with some of her special clients. After all, it was an occupational hazard. However, for Lara… It was different. Heck, probably from the start that they have met each other, it was already different. Whatever was going on was not planned at all. It was not in his intention. Jacob was the innocent party, and Larry could not blame him later if he found out, right? Jacob groaned as his balls began to throb. Lara was taking his cock deep down her throat. Man, stop thinking nonsense. Jacob chastised himself. With that, he pushed any other thought at the back of his mind. At that moment, he wanted to enjoy being sucked by Lara. Compared to Lara being awkward with her photoshoot earlier, this Lara sucking his cock knew what she was doing. She kept bobbing her head sucking hard, Lara’s warm tongue movin
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder