GregWe went to his apartment after we finished eating, the ride filled with mumblings and kisses as a designated driver drove, and we both stumbled into his apartment when we got there.I wasn't even sure what the place looked like; I was just focused on this man that was now my boyfriend.Kael or Benjamin Clarke.I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.I hadn't even been expecting the question at all considering the fact that it had seemed like he was never going to ask, thanks to the whole situation, but he had, and I'm glad.I pushed him onto the bed and slid down his body till I was face to face with his tight trousers."Fuck." His face beamed.I smirked.Yeah, that's right.He just had a way of responding to me that always made me feel powerful. Like he lost all control when he was around me, and I was determined to make him lose it even more tonight.He relaxed against the bed and helped me take off his trousers before spreading his legs again, and I got to suckin
GregI resigned from Hurley Fashion House at the same time I finished with my course at the institute I was studying at, and the first person to wish me congratulations was my sister. She was back in school now, thanks to Greg and his generosity constantly, and the next people that came to celebrate me were my friends, Bella and Lyra at the graduation ceremony in the school."Finally, you're the designer you've always wanted to be.""Yup. I am."I couldn't believe it.Studying business management has been one of the many ideas of my parents that stuck with me, but fashion has been something I've loved since I was a kid."Where is Kael, or isn't he coming?"The million-dollar question.I glanced around again for the hundredth time amongst the other family and friends who came to celebrate their loved ones but still didn't see him.He didn't even call to say he would be late or anything, or maybe something came up.I smiled with Lyra and tried to stomp the disappointment."Let's go tak
GregLyra and Adrian finally picked a date for their wedding a month after I moved to Barcelona, which was also around the time she gave birth, and I went back to Rome to help with the preparations.The guest list, the gown, the cake, the invitation design, then the venue.Adrian had already decided on Thailand with her, and they put together their guests from both sides.It wasn't up to a hundred.First of all, because of attention—they didn't want that—and second of all, because they just want to have the moment with close family and friends.I loved the whole theme and vibe and teared up even more when she went for her first fitting with the designer.Jolene Craig. One of the best designers in Italy.She looks so beautiful.Bella agreed too.The lace, the shape, she accentuated all of that with her aura.I just couldn't wait to see Adrian's expression when he sees her.Next was the cake, which we helped pick the design of, and we chose the outfits for the bridesmaids, us, and Betha
And we've come to the end of Greg and Kael's story🥳🎉🤭. Thanks for all the reads and support. I appreciate it. I also want to know what you all think? Did you like the story? Did it meet your expectations? The next and last story will be that of Bella and I really hope you enjoy it. Ruthiana.
BellaUgh, I couldn't believe I got caught after everything.The ship, the motels, the tunnels, and wearing the freaking hoodie I've been wearing everywhere I go.The police still caught me on entering the country."You have a right to a lawyer...." Blah blah, and blah, and all that, they said when they handcuffed me, and they threw me into this van.I sighed and tried to adjust my wrist in the handcuffs even though there was literally no space."Stop moving." The man beside me snapped and stared, and I scowled for a minute before averting my gaze from him.At least it was the police who had caught me, not them, so I was still better off."Get down."I did so with the help of the officer when we got to the FBI office, and they dragged me along till I was seated in an empty room with grey walls and a single table in the midst of it.I stared at the single window or mirror in the room, which I knew the officers were just staring at me from the other side, and I smiled."Let's get this o
Bella"Sì. E tu?" Yes. You? I asked as I remained in my position.She sat up and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"Oh great, she can speak English and seems pretty good at it too."I don't know. You tell me.""Smart." She said as she stood up to take a few steps towards me.I tried my best not to step back."Not making assumptions. It's a good approach to living in jail here and might just help you live longer than a week."I gasped and tried to stop her when she suddenly pulled the hair tie off my hair.My hair fell in a cascade around my shoulders. I should have gotten that haircut before all this."Thanks." She said as she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail."Why would you do that?"She didn't reply as she went back to lying down and closing her eyes, and I scoffed.Okay, rude.I tried to access her again."You didn't answer my question, though."She didn't say anything again.I wondered what the answer might be.Her first time or second time.Or wait, she could have be
BellaThe following days were a repetition of the past few days.Wake up, shower, eat, mingle around the field, get bullied, work in the kitchen, do some homemade workout I learned, shower, eat, then sleep.I hardly had conversations with my cellmate since she was always to herself, and I rarely backed down for my bullies.I hated bullies, and I made sure to let them know.The next morning, though, went a different way because some bullies thought it wise to harass me while bathing.It happened suddenly.Hands groping me while I tried to clear the soap from my eyes and some grabbing my breast while at it."You bitches!"They held me and tried to take me to a corner where they could do God knows what until we all paused.One hand left me.Another.Then there were thuds around me.I wasn't sure what was going on as I had soap in my eyes, and I felt a stronger hand grab me after a minute.Water.Oh, thank God.Then I opened my eyes.It was my cellmate, and the other ladies in the bathroo
Quinn"Here are your things." An officer said as I moved towards the door, which would lead outside to the main gates, and I collected the wallet and phone right before stepping out.Ah, finally.I'm out.After two years.It had been a long time, but it had definitely helped me reflect on a lot of things.Like how to make fewer mistakes.I couldn't believe it was just a scratch that got me here.But I had gotten a mission within, so...I packed my hair into a messy ponytail and sighed when I checked the time on my phone.I have just about thirty minutes.That wasn't a lot of time, so...I got to work.Setting the bait, then getting into the car that had been parked for me a few miles away from the prison gates, and I waited.One minute.Five minutes.Ring ring.Ring ring.The alarm I had set on my phone started to ring after exactly ten minutes, and I sat up in the driver's seat once I turned it off.Hmm, they should be here any moment from now.I took the .45 caliber semi-automatic p
QuinnI sighed when the door closed behind her.What had I been expecting, really?For her to just sit down and not do anything.I stood up from the bed and retied my hair into a ponytail before grabbing my gun and tucking it in my pants.A flashlight and a knife later, I made my way out of the cabin.It was obvious where she followed.The trail.It was where I had passed to get here and the only way out anyway, but there were a lot of obstacles along the way that I just knew she was going to face.A mine.A bear trap.And a net.Hopefully, she doesn't explode before she meets Jose. At least I would have tried my best.Ah, it was the net.I thought when I heard the yelp and whimper that followed it.Ah...They never learn.Her eyes went wide and wary when I pointed the flashlight up at her, and the fear slowly crept into them.I could see it since she was in the light and I, in the dark."W-who are you?""Avresti dovuto capire che qualcosa non andava nel momento in cui sei passato dal
BellaMy cellmate—or should I say my former cellmate—was still towering over me when I moved to slip the arms of the jumpsuit off, and I sighed, "Can you move back or something?" You're crowding my space."She did move back, but her eyes remained trained on me.Okay, this was awkward.I know she had basically seen me naked before—thanks to the fact that we were both in prison—but now we were out of it, and it felt like she was a pervert watching me blatantly.Maybe she is a pervert.I gave myself a little privacy by turning to the side, away from her gaze, and slipped on the top and pants she had handed me about a minute later."So who sent you?"She stood up from the wall she had been leaning against and picked up the jumpsuit. "You'll see.""You'll see?!"This vague way of responding was starting to get on my nerves."So you're saying the person is coming here?""Correct.""And why should I stick around till then?""Because you have nowhere to go anyway. You're literally a fugitive.
Quinn"Here are your things." An officer said as I moved towards the door, which would lead outside to the main gates, and I collected the wallet and phone right before stepping out.Ah, finally.I'm out.After two years.It had been a long time, but it had definitely helped me reflect on a lot of things.Like how to make fewer mistakes.I couldn't believe it was just a scratch that got me here.But I had gotten a mission within, so...I packed my hair into a messy ponytail and sighed when I checked the time on my phone.I have just about thirty minutes.That wasn't a lot of time, so...I got to work.Setting the bait, then getting into the car that had been parked for me a few miles away from the prison gates, and I waited.One minute.Five minutes.Ring ring.Ring ring.The alarm I had set on my phone started to ring after exactly ten minutes, and I sat up in the driver's seat once I turned it off.Hmm, they should be here any moment from now.I took the .45 caliber semi-automatic p
BellaThe following days were a repetition of the past few days.Wake up, shower, eat, mingle around the field, get bullied, work in the kitchen, do some homemade workout I learned, shower, eat, then sleep.I hardly had conversations with my cellmate since she was always to herself, and I rarely backed down for my bullies.I hated bullies, and I made sure to let them know.The next morning, though, went a different way because some bullies thought it wise to harass me while bathing.It happened suddenly.Hands groping me while I tried to clear the soap from my eyes and some grabbing my breast while at it."You bitches!"They held me and tried to take me to a corner where they could do God knows what until we all paused.One hand left me.Another.Then there were thuds around me.I wasn't sure what was going on as I had soap in my eyes, and I felt a stronger hand grab me after a minute.Water.Oh, thank God.Then I opened my eyes.It was my cellmate, and the other ladies in the bathroo
Bella"Sì. E tu?" Yes. You? I asked as I remained in my position.She sat up and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"Oh great, she can speak English and seems pretty good at it too."I don't know. You tell me.""Smart." She said as she stood up to take a few steps towards me.I tried my best not to step back."Not making assumptions. It's a good approach to living in jail here and might just help you live longer than a week."I gasped and tried to stop her when she suddenly pulled the hair tie off my hair.My hair fell in a cascade around my shoulders. I should have gotten that haircut before all this."Thanks." She said as she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail."Why would you do that?"She didn't reply as she went back to lying down and closing her eyes, and I scoffed.Okay, rude.I tried to access her again."You didn't answer my question, though."She didn't say anything again.I wondered what the answer might be.Her first time or second time.Or wait, she could have be
BellaUgh, I couldn't believe I got caught after everything.The ship, the motels, the tunnels, and wearing the freaking hoodie I've been wearing everywhere I go.The police still caught me on entering the country."You have a right to a lawyer...." Blah blah, and blah, and all that, they said when they handcuffed me, and they threw me into this van.I sighed and tried to adjust my wrist in the handcuffs even though there was literally no space."Stop moving." The man beside me snapped and stared, and I scowled for a minute before averting my gaze from him.At least it was the police who had caught me, not them, so I was still better off."Get down."I did so with the help of the officer when we got to the FBI office, and they dragged me along till I was seated in an empty room with grey walls and a single table in the midst of it.I stared at the single window or mirror in the room, which I knew the officers were just staring at me from the other side, and I smiled."Let's get this o
And we've come to the end of Greg and Kael's story🥳🎉🤭. Thanks for all the reads and support. I appreciate it. I also want to know what you all think? Did you like the story? Did it meet your expectations? The next and last story will be that of Bella and I really hope you enjoy it. Ruthiana.
GregLyra and Adrian finally picked a date for their wedding a month after I moved to Barcelona, which was also around the time she gave birth, and I went back to Rome to help with the preparations.The guest list, the gown, the cake, the invitation design, then the venue.Adrian had already decided on Thailand with her, and they put together their guests from both sides.It wasn't up to a hundred.First of all, because of attention—they didn't want that—and second of all, because they just want to have the moment with close family and friends.I loved the whole theme and vibe and teared up even more when she went for her first fitting with the designer.Jolene Craig. One of the best designers in Italy.She looks so beautiful.Bella agreed too.The lace, the shape, she accentuated all of that with her aura.I just couldn't wait to see Adrian's expression when he sees her.Next was the cake, which we helped pick the design of, and we chose the outfits for the bridesmaids, us, and Betha
GregI resigned from Hurley Fashion House at the same time I finished with my course at the institute I was studying at, and the first person to wish me congratulations was my sister. She was back in school now, thanks to Greg and his generosity constantly, and the next people that came to celebrate me were my friends, Bella and Lyra at the graduation ceremony in the school."Finally, you're the designer you've always wanted to be.""Yup. I am."I couldn't believe it.Studying business management has been one of the many ideas of my parents that stuck with me, but fashion has been something I've loved since I was a kid."Where is Kael, or isn't he coming?"The million-dollar question.I glanced around again for the hundredth time amongst the other family and friends who came to celebrate their loved ones but still didn't see him.He didn't even call to say he would be late or anything, or maybe something came up.I smiled with Lyra and tried to stomp the disappointment."Let's go tak