"You have the guts to booze it up like you're the victim? Playing the pity card again, aren't you? Sonofabitch.” She spat, turning on her heels and stomping off, her heartbeat thudding as though it was down her stomach already. Striding with long strokes behind her, he fisted his fingers into his hair, matching her trotting steps. “What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in your penthouse in LA, being daddy's little princess?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his tone, but it came out wrong in Bailey's ears that she halted. The edge of her heels squeaked as she pivoted, folding her arms across her chest while she glared at him. “I should be the one asking. Are you stalking me?” She queried, and he let out a sharp laugh, walking over to close their distance, his large frame towering over hers. “See. Exactly what a daddy's princess would think. That the world revolves around her.” He mocked. “Isn't that what broke, washed-up losers like you do, stalk people
Seeing his cellphone idly laying atop the table, his hand itched to pick it up and call their maid, Grace for some information. Due to Bailey's kind-heartedness, Grace had held her close to her heart and mostly knew of the former's whereabouts even friends that he hadn't met. Nonetheless, he thought against the idea. What if the maid snitched on him to Bailey or worse the Reynolds and it confirmed her suspicion of him stalking her. He'd be damned to let that happen But then again he knew of all her rich, high-class friends, and none of them would rent an apartment of this caliber. He meant this area was palatable enough for middle-class folks, but people from Bailey's world, absolutely not. Shit, he needed to find out whether she was staying alone or with a friend. Who the fuck that friend was that he didn't know about, and whether that so-called friend was a lady or a guy. Strangely, his chest tightened at the thought of her staying with a guy. Not coming from a
“Yeah, you guessed right. Now hands up before I blow your brains out.” He threatened, his tone ringing out eerily. Rolling his tongue in his mouth, the repairman closed in on Joel, who found himself backing off, his arms slowly raised up in the air. Despite the cold shiver of fright running along his spine, he masked it off with a sharp laugh. “You actually got the wrong apartment, wrong guy cause I have no shit to give anyone. And taking my life? Bet it wouldn't be of any benefit to you.” He attempted to bargain but allowed his words come out casually in order not to have his head rolling off in a matter of seconds. Slipping out his gun, the repairman pressed it against Joel's forehead, his lips curling up in a malicious smirk. “Hell no. We've got a lead that some rich princess recently moved in here, and you, my friend, are going to ring the doorbells until we find her.” He ordered. Beads of sweat were starting to coat over his forehead, but he kept his hands linked to t
In between those intervals, her eyes landed on a painting hung against Rosie's walls.It was a nude aesthetic of a woman being penetrated from behind, and her core tightened up as a string of nostalgia settled in her mind.Apart from being an asshole, Joel had always satisfied her in bed.Although, assuming his infidelity hadn't gotten leaked, she'd never have suspected a thing.Gosh, she knew Rosie was a fan of erotic painting, but this was so overly explicit that she had to avert her gaze, shutting out carnal thoughts, especially when her ex-husband was standing right in front of the door.Nonetheless, nothing of that sort could ever happen between them ever again, she assured herself from within.Why on earth was the room getting above temperature? Fanning herself with her palm, she deluded herself that the heater was on full blast.“Come on. Open up and let's talk. My legs are fucking aching.” Joel's smooth tenor voice rang out impatiently, and her face snapped towards the door ca
Jerking back to the chair after a streak of electric current zapped through his body, he groaned. “Shit. I thought you guys were just burglars. Were you actually gonna kill me?” He asked rhetorically, throwing his head backward with his jaw tightened up. The repairman only flashed a malicious grin, stepping away from Joel. “I'd say we're versatile, especially with emergency cases.” He uttered, with an underlying tone of sarcasm. Emergency cases? Was it an emergency to electrocute him? The fucking bastard, Joel cursed inwardly, his eyes straying in the direction he'd heard the cry emit from. “What was that sound?” He asked, his heartbeat sprinting in anticipation of the repairman's response. It could be anyone. Any one of the neighbors, not Bailey. The repairman only looked at him through his lashes before turning away then spoke some indecipherable words into his walkie-talkie. “Some lady passed out after yelling for her child. Heard she's been crazy since she had a mi
Christ, what was going on with her? “Get back.” She snapped, but he hardly moved an inch, his eyes fixated on hers in that soulful way that felt intimate. “Stop acting out, and let's help each other get out of here.” He uttered, his eyes roaming over her. In that moment his cock stirred when he got a glimpse of her bare, delicate thighs, probably exposed due to her sitting position. “And how are we supposed to do that? You know, if I didn't know you well, I'd say you were playing nice- “What does that mean?” He cut her words off, a muscle twitching, and she pursed her lips. “You have no idea what I put on the line to get to you. Now here you go again getting upset because your dad blows up shit online at your slightest drama.” He continued, the hardness in his groin aggravating as she let out a sharp laugh, wetting her lips. “Putting yourself on the line?” She fleered. “Have you ever thought about anyone but yourself? You can't even look my dad in the eye and repeat t
Her life flashing in front of her eyes, she watched Joel stand still, his eyes unfeeling as usual, as her back slammed against the backrest of the chairs, a sharp pain spiking up her spine. “Ah!” She cried. “Why the hell did you do that?” A croaky voice barked. “Do what, man? I didn't know you had a person tied up in the air.” Joel responded, almost flatly. Within Bailey's earshot, her hazy state barely allowed her to grasp their words. However, she managed to make out sounds of blows as though they were exchanging punches, after which everywhere went pin-drop silent. “Help.” She slurred, feeling the ache explode in her head. With her eyes going dizzy, her consciousness seeped out, and the damp wetness behind her head trailed down her chin. Goodness, was she bleeding? No way, Ryan must be calling out to her more desperately than before. “Bailey.” The fuzzy echo of her name rang out until she transitioned into unconsciousness. “Bailey? Wake up. Come on.” She felt hi
On observing her demeanor, he noisily cleared his throat. “I did try to tell you.” “You took my robe off, you pervert. How dare you?” She yelled, her eyes flickering between the exposed skin of her thighs and upper chest now coated in goosebumps. “Would you have believed me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?” He asked, slightly cocking his head to watch her expression. Her countenance barely disappointed, as it was much anticipated with her eyes searing with fury as she glowered at him. For a wee bit moment, a fiber of shock channeled through his body at her reaction. Jesus, hadn't she been his wet well, always stripping for him whenever and however he wished? Moreover, he once found out she got off from letting herself wait up for him, naked in bed. Right there, she seemed prepared to gauge his eyes out from just staring at her romper lingerie, which she had worn beneath the robe. “What valid explanation could you have had? Ever since I met you again, my life has
Ashley's POV “I think it's yours.” He pointed to my handbag, which I had placed on the next chair, and I nodded, fishing it out. As if I hadn't known it was mine. Goodness, I sure hope the caller had a hundred million dollars to loan me for interrupting such an important moment of life and death. “A minute, please.” Waving me off with an understanding smile, he turned back to his computer while I excused myself. “Hey, honey.” It was Gracie, and if I'm not mistaken, her voice sounded a bit shaky as she sniffed, and my heartbeat started thudding in anxiety. “What's wrong?" I asked Knitting my brows, I went on "Are you crying?” Running my palm down my thigh, I waited for her response. “Don't get worked up, okay. But you—you need to come home right… Stop!” I heard her scream, then the line went dead. Okay, now I'm freaking out. Reconstructing the contours of my face, I took a deep breath, managing a small smile as I whirled around and grabbed my bag. In retu
Ashley's POV Blood rushed out of the veins of my hand as the reality of what I had done hit me especially with Cain's steely brown eyes glaring at me while Marvin clicked his teeth in vexation. “This bitch just fucking slapped us.” Marvin's angry words trailed off as I hurried out of the office. The moment I got into my room, I bolted the locks, feeling a sudden surge of heat in my pores as I disheveled my hair. “What have I done?” I mumbled, hurrying over to pull down my curtain blinds since my window faced the Venom's farmhouse backyard. At a loss for the next step to take, I grabbed my handbag from the nightstand, ransacking it for my cellphone. At first I had thought I only had the one job of saving my dad's ranch. But now that the tables have turned and I found he'd kept his debts away from me and everyone else, the game has changed and the Venmos have the upper hand now. God, Gracie would be so devastated to hear the news, and breaking it to her was the last thi
Cain's POV “I don't give a damn if you're buying into what we just said or not.” I thundered, and she mildly cowered. Tossing the file aside, I continued. “But what I'm sure about is you wetting your pants when we decide to drag you to court, little girl.” I threatened. Goddamnit! I hated losing control of my emotions like this, but was I supposed to stay put when my bulge was threatening to poke out? Turning away before either of them noticed, I planted my hands at the edge of the desk, slightly hunching my back. “Come on now. I think you've overstayed your welcome.” Marvin gestured towards the door, harshness reeking in his tone as he caught her wrist, pulling her along. “Hey, hey, wait.” Wincing at the discomfort, she futilely struggled to free her arm while stumbling behind him. Just before he thrust her outside, she shouted. “What do you guys want in return?!” I didn't know if that was the right line of questioning from her, but the corners of my ears tipped
Cain's POV Running my fingers through my damp hair, I couldn't care less if my hair was all over the place as I leaned into my 'crowbait' which happened to be my retro swivel chair, like Marvin always called it, my gaze glued to the door. Every movement Marvin did as he twisted the door open, I watched on with a ticking heartbeat until her familiar, lithe figure appeared right in front of my eyes like a too-good-to be -true dream. Blame! Marvin was too slow. With the way my dick hardened as our eyes locked, especially when her pretty low-bridged nose flared up, it made me want to sprint across the table and devour her right there like a sick bastard that I was. I thought she knew how far my obsession went after that fateful night at her dad's cabin 20 years ago, but I guessed the memory was vague to her since she was quite a kid while I was the perverted teenager. “Don't just stand there, or else we might think you came for house cleaning.” Marvin jested, his poker-faced
Marvin’s POV To be honest, as I leaned into the couch of Ashley's house, my knees buzzed at how wrong it all was. Me relaxing into the enemy's couch with no protection whatsoever, a move my dad would have totally blown my head off for if he were still breathing. It took my mind back to twenty years ago when I was first invited into the new neighbor's house. The moment the door opened I was standing face to face with a smiley-faced, blue-eyed, chubby girl who guided me to her room, holding my hand while I blushed like the tiny little boy I was. Not anymore. I mean, after that first day, I had long stopped feeling like a boy from the minute my hand brushed Ashley's soft baby ass. What a little rascal I was with all my fantasies about playing with them until one eventful day, my dad banned from crossing the line of our house to theirs ever again. Back then I had thought it was the end. Maybe she'd outgrow the fat in her ass and turn skinny like in trend these days when y
Ashley's POV I breezed out of the taxi that pulled up in front of my dad's dilapidated cabin, drawing an anxious breath as I shut the car door with a slow push. “Ashley?” Someone called out, and I veered my face towards her direction, the nervousness in my expression fading into a widened smile. The middle-aged lady grinned wider, her sockets popping out in surprise as she approached me with a limp gait, leaning on a cane. “It's really you, my big baby.” She sang, and I ran over, catching her in a tight embrace. “It's so good to see you, Gracie. I missed you…” Stroking Gracie's ash-black hair, I shut her eyes, nuzzling into her arms. “Blake always did say you'd come back to us. But I didn't imagine he wouldn't be here to welcome you home.” Gracie lamented, her muscles tensing up, I had no idea what she meant by that. What I did know was being hell-bent on keeping my promise to my dad that I wouldn't return to Texas until he visited my mom's grave with a flower. He sh
“Look at us, baby, after all this time we find ourselves here. Aren't we inseparable?” His question accompanied an animalistic grunt as the stimulation of their fucked-up situation stirred his cock in her. Alongside, his grip on her going painfully firm, he felt for her pulse as he drove into her. “I hate you.” She whimpered, her tone breaking as a series of moans escaped her lips. As though her words ignited the brute in him, his thrusts heightened, every one of them reaching her deep and prickling her insides. It marveled her how she was still wet down there despite the searing sting. Regardless, she shamelessly basked in the depravity of getting rough handled by her cheating ex-husband. Right then all his wrongs to her dissipated into thin air, and the only feeling she yearned for was the carnal bliss of taking his hungry thrusts, driving her on a delirious journey of lust. “Joe.” Shutting her eyes, her lips quivered as warmth settled at the pit of her stomach, her thighs jer
“Oh my goodness, you motherfucker.” She cussed, getting used to the fullness inside her as it expanded her walls. Biting her lower lips, she slowly rocked her hips, getting in touch with the rhythm of their movement. “I want that soft meat slapping down my cock, sugar girl, like a motherfucker. My own, motherfucker.” He sassed, repeating her favorite slang word as he flattened his palm against the walls, giving her the free rein as usual. Moreover, stimulation came with Joe's trust, the carnal type of trust that encouraged her to take him however she wanted and bring him to his zenith. The trust that made her core tighten up at the sensation of being in charge of his orgasm at that moment. Digging her nails into his wound, she kept eye contact with him as his jaw went rigid with the sting of her touch, and she started moving up and down at a slow, unhurried pace. Meanwhile, continuous sounds of moist skin mashing together emitted in the atmosphere as her luscious thighs sl
“Geez, sugar girl, sometimes you joke too much.” Not even a tinge of humor in his expression, he responded, ignoring the way his traitorous shaft was stirring underneath his pants. Shit, this wasn't the time to be getting aroused. He needed to hold on to his iron control and look away from the enticement of Bailey's offer. Or was it an actual offer or a direct request? The thought filtered through his mind as they kept each other's gazes for a while. With her face scrunching up in irk, she turned away, “What gave you the right to assume I want it with you? So full of yourself, huh?” She huffed, making to get on her feet when he caught her wrist, trapping her between his knees. “Hey, stop overreacting. You're getting mad because it feels like I'm turning you down— “Turning me down?” Bailey cut in, letting out a sharp laugh of mockery. Glaring at him, she snatched her wrist back. “And who exactly do you think you are that I should feel that type of way?” She asked. Running hi