It’s been a few days since that horrible incident between Mr. Jason and I. The night I left Mr. Jason’s apartment, he called my phone so many times that night I was worried he would follow me home. He stopped calling once I switched off my phone and I have not switched it back on in three days.
Once I arrived home I was so lucky Uncle Jack was not around so he did not see me come in with my tear stained face or hear me crying in the shower. I don’t think I’ve ever cried like this before in my life. I cried about the fact that I loved his hands on my ass before the spanking became painful. I cried because my ass hurt. I cried because Mr. Jason is my boss and he spanked me. I cried about how he is making my life a living hell. I basically cried about everything related to Mr. Jason.
I am thinking about leaving the company even though my body loves Mr. Jason’s hands on it, it does not make what he did right. I won’t lie, that night made
I run out of the car once we arrive at the hospital. I walk into the lobby and quickly walk to the front desk to ask about Uncle Jack.“Please, I am here to see Jackson James,” I say to the woman at the front desk wearing a nurse uniform.“He is still in surgery. You can wait in there,” She says, pointing to the door by her left.“Why is he in surgery? What happened to him?”“He was shot,” The nurse says,I feel my legs suddenly give out that I have to use the desk to stop myself from falling. I don’t want to believe her words.“Shot, He was shot? How? Why? How” I ask the nurse multiple times because I don’t understand why my Uncle was shot.“I don’t know why my dear, but the doctors are doing everything they can to save him.”“Why would someone shoot my Uncle? Why?” I ask no one, in particular, this time. I feel someone wrap t
Work was a bit stressful today. I had a lot of things to catch up on because of the two weeks leave. Vivienne was supposed to help me with most of my workload while I was away, but not surprisingly, she didn’t. I switch off all the applications on my computer and shut it down. I pick up my purse and walk to the elevator. I walk outside to find a cab home once I get to the ground floor.I am looking for a cab in the streets when Mr. Jason pulls up in front of me. I know it’s him because of the car.“Hello, sir,” I say once he rolls down the window.“Get in”“Thank you, sir,” I say, entering the car.“Are you going to the hospital?” He asks once I put on my seatbelt“Yes, I am” I wonder how he knows I am going to the hospital.“No problem, I will take you there and tomorrow don’t come to work. I will pick you up to go shopping,” He says, driving.
It's been a few hours since we arrived at Mr. Jason's grandmother's party. When we arrived, Mr. Jason did something very unusual. He introduced me to his grandmother. I was able to find out that she is his maternal grandmother, and she hates me, or so I think. I am not sure. When Mr. Jason introduced me to her as his secretary, the way she looked at me told me she does not like me, but I might be wrong.I am at the bar, drinking alone as always when I escort Mr. Jason to parties. I wonder why he even brings me along. I always run away from him once I get the chance to and end up spending the whole evening at the bar. I actually don't mind following him since there are always open bars at these events he takes me to.I am reading a novel on my phone when someone interrupts me by tapping on my shoulder. I turn around, and it's Mr. Jason's grandmother."Hi," I say, standing up to meet her."Come with me," She says, leading the way. I follow after her, wonder
I am getting ready with Amber for a party on Mr. Crawford's yacht. These rich people have a lot of parties. I can't remember the last time I spent my weekend at home. Mr. Jason is always taking me for one party to another. I asked Amber to escort me tonight to the party. I felt it would be nice to be with someone I know and get along with at these parties for once.We are waiting for Mr. Jason to arrive as we get ready. Mr. Jason is taking us to the party and why he chose to go to the party with me is a mystery. I am putting on my earrings when I hear a car honking outside. Mr. Jason must be here. I quickly check myself in the mirror before I walk out of my room to join Amber, waiting by the door so we can leave. Amber is wearing a princess-cut deep v neckline dress of embroidered tulle in shades of blue.We walk outside and find Mr. Jason standing beside his car, waiting for us. As I walk closer to him, he checks me out from head to toe. The dress I am wearing was not
On Monday, I went to work with a thousand thoughts in my mind. I’m wondering how things are going to be now after what happened on Saturday. That night after Mr. Crawford and I left the room. I avoided him the whole night. I even left the place before him so he wouldn't have to take me home. I planned to call in sick today, but I knew he would know it was because we kissed during the weekend. My decision to not be with him still stands. I won't lie. I enjoyed the kiss and would want him to kiss me again, but it does not change the fact that Mr. Crawford hurt me, and one kiss will not make that change. I’m walking out of his office after placing his coffee on his desk. I was so happy when I came in and didn't see him. Maybe he had an early morning meeting or is running late. I doubt he’s late because he never is. I’m about to step out of his office when someone grabs my hand. The person pulls me close to them, and my nose gets hit by his intoxicating cologne. His scent is divine. Befo
“Good morning, Eleanor,” Mr. Jason greets first before me. This is the first time since I started working for him that he has greeted me first.“Morning, Mr. Jason”“Did you like them?” He asks, referring to the flowers.“Yes, I did” My whole house is filled with flowers that hold cards saying sorry from you. Of course, I like them. I can’t even believe you sent them and apologized.“That’s good to hear. Come,” He says, gesturing for me to come to his side of his desk. I walk over to him, wondering what he wants. “I am happy you like them,” He says, taking my hands in his. “I can touch you now, right?” He asks while holding my hand“Yes, you can, but I need to tell you something.”“I am listening,” He says, putting his full attention on me. I have never had his full attention before. This is so new and unbelievable. Where i
Today is Saturday; I am dressed and waiting for Mr. Jason to arrive. I don't know if what I am wearing is appropriate for where we are going since he didn't tell me. I am wearing a silk-like mini wrap dress. I hope it's okay for where ever we are going too. My phone vibrating in my lap brings me back from my thoughts. I check and see it's Mr. Jason calling. He must be here. I pick up my handbag from the coffee table and walk to the door.I step outside and see Mr. Jason dressed very differently from his usual suit. This is the second time I am seeing him dressed casually. He is wearing a grey short-sleeved t-shirt that shows off his biceps and a pair of brown pants. He takes off his shades as I walk closer to him."You must be dreaming if you think I would allow you to wear that," He says once I am in front of him."What's wrong with my dress?""Are you really asking me what's wrong with it?""Yes""It's too short.""You want me to ch
Another day at work, I walk inside Mr. Jason's office after knocking several times with no response. I wonder where he is this early in the morning. I am placing his coffee on his table when someone startles me from behind."Boo," Mr. Jason says,"Mr. Jason," I say, placing my hand above my racing heart. "You scared me" I didn't hear his footsteps while I was keeping the coffee on his desk."What did I say about calling me Mr. Jason when we are alone," He says, spanking my ass. I can't believe he was serious about spanking me every time I call him Mr. Jason. I hold my ass looking horrified with what this man just did to me in his office."I can't believe you did that again," I say, rubbing the spot he spanked."Did it hurt?" He says, sounding worried once he notices me rubbing the spot. He puts his whole attention on my ass. I don't know why but I find this whole situation funny. The way he looks so worried that a little tap on my ass could hurt me
I look at my reflection in the mirror, I can't help the bright smile on my face as I see myself. The day is finally here. It feels like yesterday Jason asked me to marry him. I can't believe it's been three months since then. I gently rub my growing bump. I didn't want to wait until the baby was born to get married to Jason. I didn't see why I needed to. I love him, and there’s no reason why we should wait before we get married. I even like the fact that my baby is going to be a part of our wedding. You can't really see my bump because of my gown and being just fifteen weeks pregnant. I’m so happy to be marrying Jason today. I pat my hands down my beautiful white gown. My dress is an off-shoulder ball gown exhibiting thin silk threads thoroughly embroidered onto a point d'esprit tulle that provides finishing. I lift my hand and touch the necklace Jason got for me for our wedding today. My jewelry set is a teardrop blue sapphire diamond. Jason said he got it for me because they remind
As everyone walked to Eleanor’s room, I find it hard to move my legs. I was still in shock that I got Eleanor pregnant. I was always careful with my sex life. It baffled me how she got pregnant. I didn’t use a condom when I had sex with Eleanor because she was always on the pill. She was the only woman I ever had sex without protection than Christine. I always used condoms even if the woman I was sleeping with claimed to be on the pill. That’s why I was surprised Eleanor allowed herself to get pregnant. I know Eleanor didn’t want to be a mother yet. This was all just so confusing! “Jason, why are you standing there?” Evan asks. “Did everyone hear what the doctor said?” “Yes, we did,” everyone replies. “If everyone did, why am I the only one who’s shocked I got Eleanor pregnant?” “Because you’re the one who got her pregnant. We’re just all happy they’re both fine,” Amber says. “Did she tell you she was pregnant?” “No, she didn’t. I don’t even think Eleanor knows she is pregnant.”
I stay like Vivienne advises. I spend the whole morning at my desk waiting for Jason to call me to his office, but he never does. I spend most of it dozing off, though. I don’t know why, but recently I’ve been sleeping a lot. I find myself dozing off all the time these past few days. I wonder if the stress of everything with Jason and I is exhausting me. It's lunchtime now, and Vivienne and I are on our way out. “Do you think Jason and I will ever get past this?” I ask Vivienne as we take the elevator to the parking lot. “I believe you will. It might take a while, but you will.” “I know it’s selfish of me to wish for a future with him, but I do. I really hope one day Jason will be able to see me and not my father.” “Hopefully, that day will come soon.” Vivienne says, stepping out of the elevator, and I follow her. We drive to the closest fast-food joint for lunch. Arriving at the Subway restaurant, I don’t like anything they have, which is weird because they make my favorite sandw
I hear Hanna’s footsteps before she enters back into the living room. With every step she takes towards Mrs. Sullivan, I hear my heart beating fast against my chest. My dad died drunk while driving. I know Jason’s parents died because a drunk driver hit their car. Please, God, my dad could have hit anyone the night he died. Please don’t make it Jason’s parents.“Here, you go, son,” Mrs. Sullivan says, placing a file in front of Jason.Jason quickly opens the file. There are pictures inside from the accident.“If you look at the truck that hit your parents and the one with the man holding Eleanor in his arms, you can tell immediately that they are the same ones.” Mrs. Sullivan says, pointing to the pictures. Jason has them laid out on the dining table. “Eleanor, what day did your dad die?”“26th December 2000” I might have been just two years old, but Uncle Jack told me when I got olde
“Alex,” Jason says, turning around to face him.“What did you just say?” Alex asks, again“Please take a seat, Alex,” I say, pointing to the chair across mine“Is that why you invited me over for dinner? Jason suddenly wants to be friends with me again.”“Yes,”“Why”“I think you should take a seat first. It’s a long story,” Jason says“Alright,” Alex says, taking his seat, “I am listening,” He says once he is comfortable in his chair“I know you must be shocked to see me talking to you calmly for the first time in years,” Jason says“Yes, I am.”“I recently found out you were telling the truth about not raping Christine.”“Really, how,” Alex asks, looking shockedJason tells Alex everything that happened and how he found out he was innocent
I come back from my thoughts once I hear my phone ringing. I check the caller ID. It’s amber calling. I quickly answer so I can give her the good news.“Hi, Eleanor, how are you doing today? Have you eaten? Did you sleep well last night?” Amber asks once I answer. This is what Amber has been doing for the past two weeks. She calls me every morning even though she is supposed to be sleeping. I am so grateful to have her in my life. She cares about me greatly. I couldn’t have asked for another person in the world to be my best friend.“Have I told you before that I love you?” I say, smiling into the phone.“Eleanor, where is this coming from? Please don’t tell me you want to do what I am thinking. He is not worth it; please don’t hurt yourself. I know the pain feels like it will never go away, but I promise you it will with time. Please don’t hurt yourself,” Amber says, and I hear movement around he
I listen to Jason’s heartbeat as his hands draw smoothening patterns on my bareback. Jason and I just finished making love. After we released from our first kiss, Jason kissed me again, and before I knew what was happening, I found myself screaming Jason’s name in my bedroom. I missed being in his arms like this. I wish he would never have to stop holding me.“Jason,” I say, into his chest“Yes, love,” He replies into my hair.“I have a few things to ask regarding the video we watched earlier.”“What would you like to ask consigning it?”“How did you get it?”“I am a billionaire honey, getting CCTV footage of a restaurant is not hard for me.”“I know you must have hired someone to get the video for you, but what I am asking is, how did you know your grandmother set you up. Talk more of getting a video of her conversation with Christine.”
I drag my feet as I walk to the bathroom to pee. These past two weeks have been the worse two weeks of my life. I have cried so much I feared I would become sick. I didn’t know what Jason meant to me until his betrayal.I have not had a good meal and sleep in days because of what happened. I spend the whole night thinking about him and crying. I never have the appetite to eat these days. Amber, Evan, Uncle Jack, and Vivienne tried to encourage me to eat, but I didn’t see a reason to eat when all I wanted to do was disappear from the surface of the earth. I felt so much pain that I wished I didn’t exist sometimes.I step into the bathroom, and as I pass the mirror, I look at myself. The bones in my neck are more visible than usual. My eyes are bloodshot red and swollen from too much crying. My nose is also red from crying and too much sniffing. I looked like a zombie, to sum it up. I empty my bladder and sprinkle some water on my face before stepping o
JASON The night of the party… I walk into the gardens where my grandma is having her party. I don’t know what she’s celebrating, but I know I have to attend, regardless. I wish Eleanor had come with me, but I understand why she didn’t. I don’t understand why my grandma can’t see the amazing woman Eleanor is. I hope my grandma sees it one day, and they can finally get along. “Hello, grandma,” I say, hugging her. “Hello, dear. How are you doing?” she asks, hugging me back. “I’m well, and you?” “Good as well, dear. Where is she?” she asks, looking over my shoulder probably for Eleanor. “She didn’t feel like coming,” “That’s good to hear.” she smiles. The smile gracing her face makes me realize Eleanor had no hope with my grandma, as she had tried to tell me before. My grandma didn’t like Eleanor and didn’t bother to hide it anymore. “I’d like you to meet someone, my dear. I ran into her while at the mall a few days ago,” Grandma says, waving her hand toward someone behind me. “H