Emily. Disgrace. Shame. Humiliation. I felt all of those things tenfolds today, and they were all caused by someone whom I loved. Henry, I never believed he would do something this embarrassing to me. I thought I had everything planned out, I thought I had been playing him for a fool but in the end, I was the one who got fooled. After getting myself thrown out of his mansion with nothing but my tiny clothes on, I stopped at the nearest cab and told him Riley’s address. While in the car I prayed and hoped for her to be home, I had no dime on me to pay for the ride. As soon as we got there, I caught Riley peeking from her window, she always do this when she was scared. I wonder what happened to her again, I pushed that aside and went to her. “Riley, I need some cash,” I said knocking on her door. It took less than a minute for her to open the door. The first thing I noticed was that she looked terrified, she was sweating and shaking slightly but that didn’t go unnoticed to
Emily. Why was he here? Shouldn’t he still be at the hole he has been hiding ever since?I didn’t move as I stayed in his embrace. “I would have fucked you right here if you weren’t carrying someone’s bastard child,” he muttered after pulling from the kiss. I was at least happy he wasn’t going to touch me, I wanted to know why he was here but I couldn’t say anything. He was going to get angry if I said something he did not like and getting him mad wasn’t something I wanted to do right now. He has just arrived so he mustn’t be angered, instead I should divert him from asking about his child. “You didn’t tell me you were coming Ian,” I said trying to start a conversation. He frowned, “and when do I have to inform you of my coming here,” he answered rudely. “I…I….” I stuttered. “And besides didn’t I tell you I’m coming over soon, so here I am,” he said. I forced a smile on my face, “But you should have called to tell me you were coming today and why did you stop at Riley’s hou
Gwen. I woke up the next day to an empty house since Jasmine and Jason were still at mother's house. I couldn’t sleep properly last night, not after what Henry said. I could not sleep, I tried and no matter how hard I did I couldn’t. I wanted to believe what he said, I wanted to think that what he said was real but at the same time I knew he only said those things last night because Emily broke his heart. Henry doesn’t love me or miss me like he said, he said those things to make himself feel a little connection between us. I wouldn’t let that get to my head and then think that he’s ready to patch things up between us. I don’t know if I’m going to accept him though but I want to believe that I would forgive him for Jasmine's sake. I freshened up and stepped out of the house, but almost tripped on something. “What the….” The words trialed when I saw what it was. What the hell? Why the heck is this big bouquet here on my doorstep?I looked around but couldn’t see anyone so who coul
Gwen. I stared at the man in shock, what was he doing here? I thought he wouldn’t see me again until he was what…..what, Gwen? “Didn’t you miss me?” He asked again. I snapped out of my thoughts, “What….why are you here?” I asked after staring at him speechless for a long time. I took in his appearance, he looked more boyish than the last time I saw him. I also noticed something about him, he was growing a beard now. His smile dropped a bit, “why? You don’t want me here?” He asked instead of answering my question. What? “No….no, I didn’t say that. I am just surprised to see you here,” I blabbered.He didn’t say anything after that, he looked at me and then at my bag that was on the floor. “You must be really surprised to see me huh?” He asked. I cleared my throat then bent over to pick the bag up, I walked to my seat and sat down. “Why didn’t you call?” I asked. He shrugged, “maybe I wanted to surprise you, or maybe not,” I don’t like the way he was speaking this casually l
Ryan. Rage. Lust. And hate was all I felt when I left my house that morning and it’s what I still feel now. I hate this feeling, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t been feeling this urge to get her, I wanted to go and leave her alone but I couldn’t. The damn feeling was there, the feeling of wanting to be around her, of wanting to possess her. I don’t want this—this feeling wasn’t love or like for her, it’s lust. I want to possess every single thing about her but I wouldn't sit back and let another man take her. She’s mine, she will always be mine and I was going to get her back. I have been hiding like a fucking freak for a while, trying to get over this strong urge but it was hard. It was fucking hard to let her go, not when I see her every single day. Yes, you heard that. I do stalk…..no, I wouldn’t call it that, I followed her around for some days now but the urge was still there. I wanted to come back and beg her for forgiveness, I shouldn’t have left the next morn
Emily. The past three hours of Ian being here has been hell for me. My throat felt sore, my arms felt sore and painful and I couldn’t even fucking leave the bed because I was feeling damn sore between my thighs. Yes, the bastard decided to force himself on me when he was angry, and no matter how I pleaded he didn’t stop. He went ahead with what he had in mind until he was satisfied. Here I am lying on the bed with just the sheet covering me while the bastard is sitting at the edge of the bed smoking cigarettes. That must be his fifth, no eighth cigarettes. “You really aren’t going to say anything huh?” His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He was still at this again, trying to force out information from me that I did not know about. I had no idea where the child was and I didn’t even want to know where he was or even if he was alive. I wanted everything that has to do with Ian dead and himself included. “I asked you for just something simple Emily and I expected a simple answer
Emily. I had nothing to say and I was scared, scared for myself and what he was going to do to me. So I blurt out the words that came to my mind and that was using Gwen as my shield to protect myself. Ian paused and looked at me, “what did you say?” He asked. I gulped and moved away from him so he wouldn’t hit me again. “My best friend, she took him from me. I tried to stop her but she pushed me out with her security,” I said crying. “Stop crying and tell me what happened!” He demanded. I nod and wipe the tears from my face, I have to come up with a believable story. I don’t know if I’m right but that little boy is the replica of Ian, there’s no doubt about it. That must be his child and Gwen knew about it but she didn’t tell me. I told him what he wanted to hear but I twisted the story and make it sound like Gwen was to blame for everything that happened to his damn child. He went silent after hearing that, he didn’t move but his eyes were doing the calculations. I could see
Emily. This was it, my eyes searched his own to make sure he wasn’t joking. He was really going to do anything I said. I can see it in his eyes. This was my opportunity to get back at Henry for what he did to me, shifting nervously on the bed and creating a wide space between us I asked. “Are you willing to do anything for me, Ian?” I stared at him doubtfully. He could change his mind any moment from now, he could…..“Yes,” yes? He said yes, he was ready to do it. I felt that same feeling of control flow through me when I looked at him. I could do this, I could act like I love him again and get what I want then dump him at the side but this time I wasn’t going to only leave him at the side. I wanted to see him dead. “There’s one thing I would like you to do for me,” I said. Ha bored arched but he didn’t ask any questions, he only asked what I wanted. With a bright smile on my face, I said, “I want you to get your boys,”“Why?” Now he was asking questions. “Because I have a jo