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2024-10-29 19:42:56I had stayed up with Vanessa pretty late in the end, so I had decided to give myself a lie in on Saturday morning. However, my plans were disturbed when my phone went off at 10am.
I answered sleepily before checking the caller ID.
“Hello?” I asked groggily into the receiver while rubbing my eyes.
“Miss Woods…are you still in bed?”
My daze state dissipated into thin air as I realised who it was.
“Mr Stone? I er…had a late night.”
Silence.
“Mr Stone?”
“A late night with library boy?” Mr Stone seemed to spit the words.
“No, with a friend. Vanessa.” I clarified the gender of the friend automatically, although I wasn’t sure why.
“I see,” he replied, seemingly more congenial. “Does that mean you have a date with him tonight?”
I hesitated. Part of me wanted to lie and say yes. I didn’t want him
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Adrianne was now literally jumping up and down on the spot, her stiletto’s tapping against the tiled floor. “YOU. LOOK. HOT!”I still hadn’t seen the completed look. Adrianne had insisted that I not look in a mirror until she’d finished my hair and makeup. I was more than happy to oblige with that.“Are you sure about this underwear? It’s going right up my arse…” I fidgeted as I felt the lace thong imbed itself into me. Surely, I could just wear normal knickers?Adrianne pretended not to hear me, and instead gestured for me to step forwardsShe’d covered a floor length mirror in the salon with a black sheet, clearly wanting to replicate the grand reveal of a few well-known reality-TV shows.I tottered over in the ridiculous heels she’d made me get, taking every precaution not to fall over. She positioned me directly in front of the looking glass, before hurrying over to the side of
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I was pretty sure I had never seen so many beautiful people in one place before. Literally. Every single patron of Tape was young, fresh and stunning. I was amazed I’d actually been let in. The club itself was incredible. Rows of tiny bulbs seemed to illuminate the edge of every surface. Sleek glass tables were surrounded by pristine white booths. Their occupants draped themselves over the seating, champagne flutes hanging loftily from their perfectly manicured hands. Violet strobe lights moved effortlessly around the room, casting the club in a night-like glow.The bass reverberated through my body, causing my steps to involuntarily move in time as I walked. I was acutely aware of Mr Stone’s hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the VIP section. As we passed, various people either said hello to him or nodded their heads. Some of the women Mr Stone said hello to narrowed their eyes at me. Clearly, he was a popular man. When we stopped at a
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As we began to travel through London, I realised we were going in the wrong direction for my halls.“Where are we going?”“Back to my place,” he replied, looking out of the window.A thrill went down my spine, and I immediately chastised myself for it. I shouldn’t be thinking like that. The trouble was, I still had the memory of his fingers under my panties. He hadn’t touched me there before.I wanted to question him further about why he wasn’t taking me home, but I still felt uncomfortable talking about everything so openly while a stranger was positioned a few feet away. No doubt these private hire drivers heard many things, but I didn’t fancy adding any juicy stories to their repertoire.When we got to Mr Stone’s building and I noticed that he’d drank a more than I had originally thought. His fingers fumbled a little as he punched in the entrance code. It was interesting to see him with
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My shins sank into the deep pile carpet as I looked up into Mr Stone’s eyes with my hands rested on my thighs. His fingers were under my chin, holding me in place as he observed my position. His cock hung erect, inches away from my face.“Now Rosie, do you remember what I said about liking messy blowjobs?”I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without my voice breaking.He smirked. “Good. It’s time to show you what I mean.”He let go of my chin, running this thumb over my bottom lip to part my mouth. He placed the digit inside, expanding my mouth. Leaving it open, he took hold of his cock and glided his silky head along the line of my lips. The action sent shivers down my spine.“Now. Start to suck me.”I moved my head forward, taking his tip into me. I gave him a slow and gentle suck, trying to familiarise myself with the sensation and taste of him.“Mmm. Good. Now more,” h
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I’d not slept a lot, turning over in my head how I was going to rectify this situation. I had decided if I let this part of the game go on any longer, there was every chance I would give up my virginity. He did something to me when we were intimate. It was like I was instantly under his spell, and willing to do anything to please him. It was dangerous, and I had to stop. Clearly to him, taking my virginity would simply be another notch on his bedpost. I was determined not to let that happen.When I heard him get up that morning, I decided to stay in bed. I listened intently as I heard the faint sound of a shower from his side of the apartment, realising that he must have an en suite. Then the familiar sounds of draws being opened and closed came through the walls as he undoubtedly got dressed.When his door clicked open, I remained perfectly still. I wondered if he would come in here to see if I was awake. I shut my eyes in case I had to deceive him, but wh
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During Tuesday lectures I was greeted by raised eyebrows and whispers. This wasn’t totally unusual, but I hadn’t even sat down yet. I wasn’t sure what I possibly could have done to gain this kind of attention so early in the morning.However, I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Emma strode over to me, the brightly coloured pages of a magazine held aloft. She threw it onto the table in front of me. “So, you decided to have him for yourself, did you?!”Confused, I pulled the magazine towards me to look at the page that was open. As soon as I did, my blood ran cold, and I removed my hand as if I had been burnt. There was a picture of Mr Stone and I leaving Tape. My coat was open, meaning that my pushed-up cleavage was completely on display. My legs that I was so intent on hiding were laid bare. Mr Stone was holding my hand. I had forgotten that. I hadn’t even known there was a photographer around. I’d been so flustered f
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I stepped carefully around the floor littered with beer cans and Xbox game cases.“Excuse the mess,” he called out. “Three guys in their 20’s all living together is never gonna be tidy.”Matt was in the kitchen getting us drinks, while I got to study the horrifying nature of the living room.I gave a small laugh, but looked at the threadbare sofa covered in stains with trepidation. Was it originally brown? Or was that the colour it had gone since being in this flat? I wasn’t sure I really wanted to sit down on it.“No problem,” I lied. “I’ll just move this stuff out the way.”I went to remove the pile of laundry, but Matt appeared at the door way. “Oh no, don’t worry. We’re not staying in here.”“We’re not?”“No, I don’t want Steven or Bill disturbing us…We’re going to my room.” He gave me an easy
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As he undid the button, I pulled away just a little so that his hand stopped.“Matt…you know…” I began, avoiding his gaze.“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I know this is a big step for you…I just…I really like you. I want to show you how much I do.”Wow, he really likes me? No-one has ever said that to me before. My heart swelled. His words seemed to work on me, because the next thing I knew, he’d removed my jeans. In that moment, something occurred to me. I still felt self-conscious, but no where near the extent I knew I would have been without Mr Stone’s interventions. Stop thinking about Mr Stone, Rosie.Matts fingers were now rubbing me over my knickers. It was…okay. There weren’t the sparks I had been expecting, but maybe I wasn’t giving this enough attention. I tried to relax. His hand went under the hem of my panties. This was it. I was sure as soon as he
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I wanted to look at Vanessa, to what her reaction was. But my eyes were stuck on the screen, barely believing what I was seeing was real. His dark eyes seemed to be boring into my own.“My name is Ezra Stone, and I am a foolish man.”I felt my hands begin to shake, and I dug my fingers into the armrests to try and control myself.“I have lived a life without love, and so when it finally arrived, I didn’t know what to do. And so, I did the only thing I knew how. I pushed it away. But I no longer want to do that.”Tears began to slip down my face.“So, this my public pledge to win back the woman. The woman who’s smile melted my heart. The woman who showed me there was more to life than money. The woman who introduced me to milky tea and full English breakfasts. The woman who I want with every fibre of my being. The woman who changed my life, forever.”The screen cut out and the lights went up. I
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Eight long days went by. By the third day the story about Ezra and I was old news. He hadn’t contacted me at all since Vanessa had sent him that text message, and maybe that was for the best. A few days after the story came out, Emma stopped turning up to lectures. I wondered if Vanessa had talked to her dad, but she promised me that she hadn’t. At first, I wondered what had happened to her, but then I realised that I didn’t care. I shouldn’t be wasting my time thinking about people like that.I wish I could have applied the same principle to Ezra, but he was far more difficult to forget. Everything seemed to remind me of him. One of our lectures would cover a marketing trick that he used and I see him at his desk. I’d see a fancy deli and I’d remember his favourite food. Sometimes when I was walking down the street, I would catch a glimpse of a tall man in a dark suit, and I would snap my head towards them. But of course, it was never him.
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I was relieved that Vanessa decided to not adopt her usual ‘tough love’ approach. I’d managed to hold it together all day, but I didn’t have a lot left to rebuff any further judgement.“I can’t believe that bitch did this to you. This is why I work with animals. People suck.”We were sitting on my bed while I used a wet-wipe to clean the smeared make-up off my face from crying.“Yeah well…it’s not even her I’m the angriest with…” I trailed off, looking at the once pristine wipe that was now a grubby rag.Vanessa sighed. “Hah. I haven’t even got on to that bastard.”We went silent for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say.Just then, my phone rang. I fished it out of my pocket, almost dropping it when I saw who it was.“It’s him.”Vanessa’s face went instantly sour. “Don’t answer it!”
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So, this was what the threat had all been about. I hadn’t stopped seeing him, so as a consequence, nude pictures of me had been leaked, and false information printed. I wondered how Greta had got to the point of hating me this much. We barely even knew each other. Had she been in love with Ezra?By the time I got back to my halls, I realised I could still make my mid-morning lectures. The fact this thought occurred to me surprised me. After all, I could so easily sink back into despair and not leave my room. But I was tired of that. All my life I had been fearful about what others thought. That fear had kept me trapped, restricted from living my life. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of. I had done nothing wrong. Hiding away in this room was going to solve nothing. It would only prove to the world that I had been beaten once again. Last time, Mr Stone had saved me, but this time, I was saving myself.Taking a deep breath, I found some of the fanciest clothes I
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The phone woke us both up with a start. It was early, that much I knew. Ezra clocked the name on the screen and answered it immediately.“Morning.”I heard a male voice on the end of the phone.“What do you mean?” Ezra’s tone changed from light to dark in seconds.“No, I haven’t seen them, I’ve just woken up.”Still on the phone, he got out of bed. He held the phone next to his ear with his shoulder as he pulled on his clothes without even casting a glance my way. Was it Mr Franks?“Yeah. Send me some copies over by email.”He strode into the kitchen, where I heard him switching on his laptop. I sprang out of bed, finding any kind of clothing to put on before going off to find him.He was sat down, elbows on the table with his fingers pressed into his lips. The deep frown line in his forehead told me this was anything but good.“What is it?” I
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I didn’t even want to blink. It was so incredible. I of course had never been on the London Eye, as it was too expensive. However, now I was up here, I could see it was worth every penny. I couldn’t deny how strange it was being in a glass bubble at this height, but the views were too breath taking to ignore. Some people might question how I could find a cityscape so beautiful considering I grew up with the turquoise waters of the south coast, but I did. It was a different kind of beautiful. To see all the wide spectrum of architecture both old and new was wonderful. You could see the majority of the London landmarks, from Big Ben to Canary Wharf. When I thought about all of the people living their lives in this iconic city, my head swam.Erza stood next to me in silence. He had booked out an entire carriage for our own use, so the only sound was the low hum of the structure rotating. At first I had chastised him for wasting money when we could have just got regul
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When we finally sat down to breakfast, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander back to the note. I ate the omelette he had made us in thoughtful silence.Noticing, he asked what I was thinking about.“The message…do you think we should contact the police?”Ezra shook his head. “No. Let me handle it for now. If we tell the police they won’t allow me to investigate myself.”I frowned at him. “But how are you going to do that?”“Rosie, don’t you remember I’m a billionaire?” He raised his eyebrow at me, before placing his knife and fork down on the empty plate. “I can hire people to look into it.”“…legally?”He began to laugh. “Yes Rosie. I’ll hire a PI that I know. I’m a CEO, not a gang lord.”I narrowed my eyes at him. “I just wanted to check.”He leaned back in his chair, his ex
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I was shaking so much that I dropped the paper. It fluttered to the floor, the harmless inanimate sheet flying through the air as if it didn’t have the disturbing message written upon it. Not wanting anyone to see, I bent down to retrieve it before shutting my front door and locking it.For fear of fainting, I sat down on my bed, doing my best to regulate my breathing. I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, but the next thing I knew my phone was ringing. I answered it, finding his soothing voice travelling down the other end.“I’m outside. Are you ready?”“S-someone, someone has left a note for me.” I stuttered.“I’m coming up.”I knew by the tone in my voice he could tell I was upset. Five minutes later he was knocking on my door.“It’s me Rosie, open up.”I went to the door to find him standing on the other side with a concerned look on his face.&ldqu
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The vibrator was lying on the bed next to us. He picked it up, his thumb flicking the switch on to the first setting. It hummed in his hands, and I stilled, as if I expected it to give me an electric shock when it touched my skin. He brought it closer and closer to my breast, hesitating just before it came into contact with my nipple. When it finally buzzed against me, I gasped. The sensation of the cool coating vibrating made my pussy get even wetter. It also reminded me how good the last time had been. He traced it from my breast, down my stomach, all the way to the slit between my legs. I let my head rest against his chest, closing my eyes to enjoy the moment.“You take over now.”I took a deep breath and allowed him to place the item between my shaking fingers. I almost dropped it, the adrenaline was pumping through my veins so hard. He returned his hands to my breasts, the action making me realise how much I actually wanted to touch myself. Witho
