Enora:My juices warmed my fingers and a deep moan escpaed my lips. I felt my legs squeeze tight around my hand but I also willed them apart to allow my fingers explore deeper while he watched.I couldn’t see him but I could hear him breathing: deeply, lustfully, through his teeth as he watched me test my soaked body.A chill shivered my spine. This was pleasureable– scandalous– knowing that he was watching me do this to myself and that he was loving every second of it.“Good girl,” he purred deeply. “Keep going.”I felt a smile crack my lips.“You like watching me?” I asked breathlessly, sliding my two fingers in deeper and drawing a sharp gasp.“You are such a tease, Kitten… Come here.”I slid my fingers out of my warm body and walked towards him, my knees trembling and my heart beat racing a little faster with each step I took towards him.My skin was sensitive all over as I anticipated his touch. Fuck! The stakes felt so high. Everything changed so fast when one couldn’t see.I d
Enora:My body trembled. I tried to take a breath but my lungs felt weak. My entire body was wrecked but I could still feel my urge burning inside of me. I was shattered in the best way possible and I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more.His lips kissed my shoulders and a shiver ran down my spine. It felt so good. A moan escaped my lips and I felt my arms collapse under me again.“Beautiful,” he whispered, his hands sliding around my waist and pulling my knees up under me. A deep sigh escaped his lips, warming my skin as he planted a soft wet kiss on my butt.“You look beautiful this way, Kitten.–”He leaned close to my ear and kissed my lobe.“–Are you ready to take me?”I wished I could say something but the words came out as a mumble that he nummed in pleasure at hearing.His fingers glided to my folds and he grunted in approval as he tested my wetness.“Barely strong enough but you are soaking already for me. Lovely.”He slammed into me and I screamed again as he filled me up,
Enora:I rolled to the side and stopped. Why did the bed…“It’s morning! I missed my alarm!”I jumped out of bed and tripped over the bedding, crashing to the floor. Yeah, this was the perfect way to start the morning.I grabbed my sweater that was lying on the floor. Where the hell were my trousers? Urghh!My eyes caught my panties instead and I pulled them on. They would have to do. I was almost late and I still hadn’t had breakfast. How dare Mr. Wright not wake me? He pulled himself out of bed but didn’t even care to drag me up to?As I stormed downstairs in my sweater and panties, I looked around angrily for him. He had better not have dashed off! After last night! Fuck! I felt so used! He used…“Looking for something. kitten?” a deep voice said behind me and I spun around. He stood at the doorway to the kitchen in nother but a pair of grey sweat panst that showed his…“Ermm…”A knot formed in my throat and I tore my gaze away from the big temptation that lived in his grey sweats
Enora:"Bridget!"I jumped behind the door to hide myself from Eliot but it was too late.He was standing behind Bridget and I could see the sick smile on his face. He had seen more than enough to feed his perverted imagination.Ewww!Bridget soon caught on and her face flushed pink."I'm... I'm so sorry. I... I...""It's fine," I stuttered. "Could you give me a few minutes, lemme put on something decent?""S-sure."I closed the door and dashed upstairs. I didn't know that she was coming over. I loved Bridget but it would be nice to get a heads up when she decided that it was a nice time for her to pop by.My face was still burning with embarrassment as I rummaged through my closet for something to wear.I could still see the nasty smile on Eliot's face and how quickly it faded and he turned around when Bridget looked back at him."Yes! This is perfect!"I grabbed a pair of joggers and threw them on. In a flash, I was back downstairs but Bridget and Eliot had already let themselves in
Enora:This was really not how I expected my day to go. Poor Bridget locked herself in the room and was crying herself to bits, leaving me all alone with her handsy perverted boyfriend.I tried knocking on her door for the umpteenth time, but there was no reply. I exhaled deeply and withdrew. I guess I was just going to have to manage. There was really nothing that I could do and I certainly wasn’t going to bolt myself up in my room in my own house because of some dickhead that was dating my best friend.I headed downstairs and just like I had imagined, Eliot was sitting on the sofa. He looked so laid back and he took me in with a lustful glance. My face burned with anger. He was probably imagining this morning and it was filling him with glee. What I wouldn’t give to knock that sock smile off his face and put him in his place.“Enny, how about I come and have breakfast with you. You wouldn’t want all that food to go to waste.”I ignored him and went to the living room. It wasn’t wort
Enora:“W-what is going on here?”Bridget stood at the top of the stairs, watching us. Her eyes were red and puffy, her mouth was agape with shock.Before I could say anything, Eliot backed away from me and was looking pleadingly up at Bridget.“Babe, are you alright? How are you feeling?”I wanted to sink my fist into his jaw. Did he really think that Bridget was going to buy that? She wasn’t that gullible.As she came down the stairs, her glances shifted between Eliot and me. It felt like that party happening all over again. I had fought so hard to avoid it but the universe just had to be against me.How was I even going to start explaining what happened? That Eliot was a fraud and that he didn’t actually like her and that he liked me instead and has been trying to get with me?“I need answers,” she demanded, her voice weak and hoarse from crying too long. Time was running fast. Someone had to say something, and I’d rather it be me than Eliot. I just had to say it.“Bridget, I’m so
Enora:The whole day was spent planning for the house warming party with Bridget.She had cheered up significantly and was clinging to Eliot's arm, smiling up at him as she made a suggestion."That's a good idea, Babe," Eliot would comment and kiss her on the forehead, making her blush giggle like a child.I simply sat still and smiled. I practically agreed with everything they put forward so that this could come to an end.I wanted to spend time with Bridget but having Eliot glare at me victoriously, like he had just won a trophy was too much for me to stomach. The smug bastard!“Alright, we have finalized all the plans,” Bridget announced, standing up with Eliot’s arm still around her waist. “We are so going to party on Saturday.”I smiled warmly and chuckled. Knowing Bridget, she was only asking for my opinion as a formality. She was going to still do whatever she wanted anyway and I was just going to let her. She had had a rough week with her dad and planning parties always helped
Nathan:I had barely touched her, and she was soaking. I bit down on my lower lips, watching her grip the cup tighter, her breath catching as I slipped in a little deeper.“I’m waiting, Miss Lopez,” I said darkly, watching her fighting to keep her composure. “I need answers. Why weren’t you picking up my calls?”Her face was red. Her eyes dashed around the VIP section, worried that someone was going to come, but I didn’t care one bit.Her hands clamped over her mouth as \I slid my fingers deeper into her warm and wet body.“Enora?”“I… I… I was… ahhhnn.”She held the cup tighter, her knuckles white. I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. She was doing better than I had actually expected.“Bridget… and Eliot… ahhhhnnn… We were busy… making… ahhhnnn… plans.”My lips turned down at the corners at the sound of that name. I still couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to show his face there with my daughter.“Did he touch you?”“What?”My thumb pressed against her clit and she let out
Enora:“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, standing up from the sofa and staring at Anthony with hate and suspicion.He stood up as well and walked towards me, smiling wickedly as he took me in with lust and disdain.“You had to have known that this was coming, Enora,” he said darkly, chuckling dryly and looking to the door as if he expected someone to come in.“You know, there's just something about you in the office that just doesn't seem to sit well with me.”I backed away, trying my best to increase the distance between the both of us. “Stay away from me!” I yelled, but Anthony’s laughter just continued to become more sinister. Where the hell was George? He should have realized that something was amiss by now.“If you're thinking about your buff gardener, just know that he was incapacitated a few minutes ago. He won't be coming to your aid, Enora.”My heart skipped a beat. What was happening? How the hell did I end up this deep in trouble? Who was he? Was he even the real An
Enora:Nicki took centre stage and called for a game of charades. Everyone began to pair up in twos. Luke was still with Emily, Jay was with Gina, Eliot opted out of the game and surprisingly, Anthony paired up with me. I was a little uneasy as he sat next to me. We weren’t on speaking terms but at least he wasn’t mad enough to detest me and avoid me like I was the black plague. “Alright, I believe you all know the rules of this game. The first team to guess gets a point. No cheating and no trying to make your teammate win by using any funny hand signs. G, you’re up.”Gina took the stage and pulled a paper from the hate. She looked at it and made a face. I could only imagine what the hell she picked.Soon she raised her hands above her head and began to bend in the funniest way. The crazy guesses commenced.“Line!”“Straight!”“Balloon guy!” She shook her head and lowered her hand. She imitated someone who was drawing and went back to her first action. “You are an artist! Decaprio
Enora:There was a heavy silence in the room. All eyes were fixed on Eliot, on one knee, holding out a ring. Bridget was dumb dumbfounded. For a few minutes, she was unable to say anything and I couldn’t blame her. This was a shock to all of us. Eliot had just cheated on her and now he was trying to propose to her. “Bridget, please say something.”Bridget said nothing as was still staring at the ring in disbelief, like it was all part of a dream, that her ex-boyfriend of just a day ago was proposing to her.“Bridget, I…”A resounding slap filled the room and everyone’s hands flew to their mouths and gasps rippled inthe room. I was stunned. Bridget was not a fighter and she wasn’t one to lose her head over things but I could understand her reaction to this.“You cheated on me with some girl named, Vanessa, and now you have the audacity to show up to this party uninvited to prose to me?! How stupid are you? How stupid do you think I am?”Her voice was raised and was shakey. I wanted
Enora:It was 6:45 pm. The guests were going to be here any moment from now. I was dressed and so was Bridget. It also turned out that her yelling on the phone was beneficial. The bakery was able to deliver just in time. The macrons were perfect, I didn't want to seem greedy but I had had my eyes on them all day since they arrived. I had even tried to snatch one but eagle-eyed Bridget had caught me just before I could pick one off the tray. She had also made a call to Choi’s and they promised to bring some food. Bridget put it all on her tab and I was so grateful to her. This party wouldn’t have been a success without her. By 7:00 pm sharp, the first guests arrived. There was a knock at the door and I opened it to see Gina standing there all dolled up in a beautiful black dress. It had been a while since I saw her but I could tell that she was in good spirits. I took it that she got the memo from Mr. Wright and that she was innocent. I was happy that she was back to her beautiful
Enora:"Enny, who is at the door?” Bridget called from inside. I was too ashamed to say anything and Anthony came inside behind me. I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was pissed. His smiley and carefree attitude had vanished into thin air and he was icy and distant.“Hey, Tony,” Bridget said with a smile but her smile quickly vanished and she looked at me with shock. Her eyes were everything but there was no way that I could tell her what was going on as well. She was just as involved as she was. “I’ll go and get the ladder from George. You two can decide where to hang the banner.”She left–I really wished she didn’t–I was alone with Anthony. He came to stand in front of me and I forced my head up to look at his heated expression.“What the hell, Enora,” he said roughly, his voice just a few shades away from a yell. I have been trying to reach you for almost three days. You just ghosted me. No calls, texts, voice notes and to make matters worse, you wouldn’t even return a
Chapter 213Enora:There was a knock at my door and my phone dropped from my hand. I looked at the time, it was still very early in the morning. It had to be Bridget. As I opened the door, she stood there in a very unfashionable top and a pair of dark purple sweatpants.Compared to yesterday, she was in a much better mood and she wore a warm smile on her face.“Hey, I hope you're ready because we're going to be very busy today,” she said excitedly and she entered my house.She was clutching a little bag, her hair was tied in a messy ponytail. It was one of those rare sights, seeing Bridget unfashionable and unkempt in the morning. Even when her hair was a messy sight, she was still so pretty.As she entered my living room, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.“Are all these for the party?” She asked, heading over to my centre table.“Yeah, I also bought a few things for myself. Turns out I'm running out of shampoo.”She reached for my hair and ruffled it playfully. “Of course, you
Chapter 212Enora:Saturday came faster than I had expected. I even slept in. Bridget and I had been on the phone for so long, last night that we both fell asleep on each other during the call. I was still trying to roll out of bed when my phone began to ring. I grabbed it sleepily and saw that it was Bridget.“Hey girl,” I said with a yawn as I pressed the green button. “How are you?”“Good,” she replied even though she was just as sleepy as I was. “I’ll be coming over to your place soon. Get out of bed so that we can get this party started.”I chuckled sleepily. “You’re still in bed too. Don't call the kettle black.”“I am certainly not calling any pots or kettles black,” she argued playfully. “Get out of bed sleepy bones. We have a lot to do.”The call ended and I got out of bed. The floors were cold and my toes curled as soon as they touched them. A thought immediately forced me awake and I hurried to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the doors behind me, I pulled down my trou
Chapter 211Enora:The preparations for the housewarming party began and Bridget was feeling a whole lot better. Her once pale face had brightened up, and she had a splash of colour on her cheeks due to the excitement. Planning parties and events always helped cheer up and I was happy that I gave this to her to do.“This is beautiful,” she commented, looking at the list in her hand and the room around her. “You had managed to prepare to make the workload easier for tomorrow morning.”“I'll hit you up in the morning tomorrow and we can finalize the preparations. I know you said you wanted to cook but I think I'd be more comfortable in bringing in external catering.”I didn't say anything; I wanted her to prepare the party how she saw fit. As much as it was my housewarming party, I knew that because of what had happened with Eliot, she needed this one or anything.“I'll be fine with whatever you decide,” I said with a smile. “Just forward me whatever changes in the plans you have made
Enora:Just as the words left Bridget's mouth, she burst into a fresh round of tears. I looked at her in disbelief, trying my best not to seem unsympathetic. Eliot was an asshole and I wouldn't put it away from him that he could pull something like this.“It's okay, Bridget. There's no need to cry. He wasn't worth your time anyway.”I hoped my words would provide some comfort for her but how wrong I was.Her tears only intensified, and before I knew it, she was taking a new round of tissues, and the pile on my centre table continued to grow.“I'm so embarrassed, Enora. I should have listened to you. I should not have trusted that bastard in the first place,” Bridget lamented, her voice hoarse from all the crying. I patted her softly on the shoulder.“There is no need to beat yourself up about it. Everyone makes mistakes…”“But I shouldn't have made this kind of mistake,” she snapped back, whipping her head around to look at me. Her eyes were terribly puffy and swollen and her mascar