In a daring display, she assumed the provocative doggy style position, imparting wisdom on the art of arching one's back. I gazed in astonishment, while the others appeared too engrossed to question the peculiar scene.I pondered to myself, this must be their usual routine, as I observed her contort her back in ways I never deemed possible. Unconsciously, I absorbed her subtle cues, hoping to retain them for future use.After minutes of relentless performance, she collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat. The crowd erupted in applause, and I found myself joining in, acknowledging my newfound knowledge from her teachings."With this style, a man would forget he even has a wife at home," Bianca boasted proudly.In an instant, all my previous enthusiasm vanished, as the realization struck me once again that they were practicing the art of seducing and stealing husbands.Bianca seemed to sense the shift in my demeanor and questioned, "Is there a problem? Is there something you wish to
The resounding echo of Bianca's palm meeting my cheek reverberated through the room, a jolt that snapped me back to reality. In that moment, I knew I couldn't let her assault go unanswered. I couldn't allow myself to be seen as a fool, losing the respect of everyone present. I needed to do something, anything, to change the narrative. With a surge of determination, I mustered the courage to strike back, but to my astonishment, she deftly evaded my retaliation, as if she had anticipated my every move."How dare you think you can strike me and simply walk away unscathed?" Her voice dripped with disdain, a warning laced with a challenge. "Consider your options carefully. Do you honestly believe the odds are in your favor right now?"As I surveyed the room, I could feel the weight of their disgusted gazes, not a single soul standing by my side. Even Ruth, usually a steadfast ally, averted her eyes, pretending to be engrossed elsewhere. It was crystal clear that I was alone in this battle.
No matter how much she tried to disguise it, I could sense the ulterior motive behind my presence here. These women were not interested in helping me seize an opportunity; they were plotting my downfall. It was evident in the way their faces bore the mark of betrayal. Only a fool would place their trust in them."Why don't you drop the cryptic act and reveal your true intentions?" I challenged, growing weary of her games.She chuckled, her eyes scanning me with amusement. "Impatient, aren't we?" she taunted."If you were in my shoes, confined to a chair in a room full of strangers, you'd be just as restless," I retorted."Ah, now you understand," she said, returning to her previous point. "Our sisters spare no effort in aiding each other. We support one another financially, going to great lengths to help when one of us faces a problem. We share everything, passing along the good things accordingly."Turning her attention back to me, she continued, "As for you, we've done our research.
"What exactly is the meaning of this?" I questioned seething with anger but No body gave any response, "I'm afraid you have taken it too far."Bianca scoffed and then went on to fold her arms, "you're new around here so you must not be aware. In order to sail smoothly you must be long to a clique, refuse and face the consequences."What in the madness is going on here? This felt like a scene straight from a movie, too insane to be real."What's it going to be little girl, are you willing to join us?" She questioned.Even if there was a gun to my forehead I'm afraid my answer would still remain the same. Nothing good could come out of joining this psychopath clique of theirs. I'm better off facing the consequences, whatever that may be. "In your dreams," I smirked. "Do your worst but I will never join you sick women, you should all seek help."There was no need sugarcoating it, I was going down already might as well speak my mind. Bianca looked stunned for a moment but then a smile so
"Didn't we meet at the party the other day?" Was the first thing I blurted out before choosing to accept his help. I expected him to deny it as it was just a wild guess but much to my surprise I watched him nod his head as if to say yes."What a sharp memory you have there," he praised, "I can't belive you recognized me instantly. Although I could tell it was you from behind."His palm was still there waiting for me to grab. I felt bad for keeping him waiting so I hesitantly gave him my hand, in no time I was off the ground. "I won't ask." He said with a smile leading me down to his car, I trailed behind him obediently pondering if it was safe enough to go in his car.I mean I don't even know his name, I was drunk as hell the other night so I never got a chance to ask. But it doesn't seem like I'm left with much of a choice right now, actually he's my last option I don't get to choose.He pulled the car door open and I got in without a second thought, waiting for him to assume positi
After driving for what seemed like forever we finally arrived at the mansion, I already took a guess that he already knew where I lived without needing to be told. All I wanted to know now was how?"Is there a problem?" Blake asked as the car become strangely silent as soon as he killed the engine. "How do you know where I live?" I faced him with a serious expression. He fell silent quickly, probably wracking his brain for excuses. "And don't you dare lie to me." I warned, I had a feeling Blake was more than a stranger, perhaps the party was not where we met for the first time. "I'm sorry," he sighed in defeat, "I didn't mean to stalk you, I just happen to discover by chance that you're married to Cameron."I was shocked that he knew my husband and my expression did nothing to hide it. Blake upon noticing my shock went on to say. "We're not close or anything, he probably doesn't remember who I am but used to go out with my elder sister that's how I know him."My head instantly sn
But before another word could escape his lips, an unseen force materialized from the shadows, silencing him with a resounding blow. My hand instinctively flew to cover my gaping mouth, aghast at the sudden onslaught. The assailant's face emerged from the darkness, revealing none other than Cameron himself.With menacing strides, he closed in on Blake, his presence heavy with threat. I attempted to intervene, to pacify the storm brewing within him, but my words fell upon deaf ears. His countenance remained deadly, his breath ragged, oblivious to my desperate pleas. He advanced towards the defenseless figure of Blake, sprawled helplessly on the ground.In a swift motion, Blake propelled himself upwards, launching an attack towards Cameron. Yet, his efforts proved futile as Cameron effortlessly evaded the blow and retaliated with a punch of his own. I watched in anguish as Blake stumbled, nearly losing his footing. It was clear that I had to intervene before the situation escalated furth
I awoke with a weary yawn, devoid of any excitement to uncover the day's mysteries. Nonetheless, I reluctantly rose from my slumber and made my way to the bathroom, where I indulged in a refreshing shower. Surprisingly, Cameroon still lay in a deep sleep, an unusual occurrence. However, I paid him no mind as I prepared for the day ahead.Having divulged my previous day's ordeal to him the night before, I noticed a slight softening in his demeanor. It was evident that guilt had settled upon him.Anticipation coursed through my veins as I wondered how he would handle those women, particularly the one named Cecilia. For some inexplicable reason, she irked me the most.After freshening up and donning my work attire, I descended the stairs."Whose car is parked outside?" Blair pounced on me the moment I entered the kitchen. I was momentarily taken aback, but swiftly regained composure, nonchalantly passing by her without uttering a single word. She must already be aware of the situation, a