DANIELLE'S P.O.V.It would seem my day was, indeed, full of surprises as that same evening, the kitchen held another stunning image for me. I stood just outside the kitchen, on its thresholds where its floors blended with the living room's floors; I was transfixed by the sight in front of me, not quite comprehending it as exciting ripples of amazement suddenly licked their way through my veins.The source of my astonishment was Adrian- he who stood in the kitchen- and it wasn't only the fact that he was shirtless and chiseled, sweat glistening over his defined back and biceps; although, I quite enjoyed the sight of his bare back which ignited something low in my stomach, a fluttering that spread to my chest.The cause of my frozen state and inability to move from the spot I was standing on was the sight of Adrian- The Almighty Adrian Valentino wearing an apron, and cooking.His Majesty, Adrian Valentino, my snotty as hell husband, who acted high and mighty like he was above everyone a
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The days proceeding my first actual sit at home dinner with Adrian since our marriage, went by in a blur of Introductory classes, School tours, and surreptitious efforts at avoiding a particular blonde haired and hazel eyed girl. I was successful for the most part, having avoided situations that could leave me available to a conversation with her.Soon it was Thursday; the day that had been set aside for the girls and I to go shopping for our outfits to be worn to the gala. Thursday morning met me on my bedroom floor, perusing various Pinterest boards for the most suitable dresses to wear to Dad's event. I had not had any sleep the previous night as I was excited for my day out with the girls.Once the first rays of the morning sunlight licked its way through the parted curtains, I scurried into the bathroom, more than ready to and extremely thrilled about finally starting the day. I quickly took care of my hygiene and threw on an effortless outfit consisting of a pa
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The first few hours of my day were spent idling about the house; I spent most of the day in the living room, binge watching some of the various series that I felt like watching on the television.Adrian made good on his promise to send me something to eat. About two hours after he left for work, the doorbell rang. His driver had stood at the door with a bag of takeout in his hand. I thanked Adrian's driver and excitedly opened the bag, offloading it's contents onto the kitchen island, and I sat down at the island to devour my breakfast of French toast, banana pancakes, waffles, and a box of orange juice.The gala was scheduled to start by 6:00 pm, so I had to be ready before 5:00 pm at least. Once it was 12:00 pm, I called for my hair stylist and makeup artist; they were to work their magic on me before the time allotted for leaving the house.By 5:04 pm, they were both done and had left me alone, once again, in the house. I went into to my closet and picked out my d
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Chase fucking Sinclair.There he stood, by the closest table to the ball room's entrance doors, in all his fucked up glory."What the hell is he doing here?" Janelle asked, her voice laced with disgust.My thoughts exactly!He obviously could not have been allowed entry into the venue without an invitation card- he must have actually been invited.Surely, Dad knew better than to have invited Chase fucking Sinclair, the traitor and intruder, to his company's big event; he would not do that to me, would he?"I can not believe he is here." Layla scoffed, taking a sip from her champagne flute.Watching her drink from her flute made me realize how badly I needed a glass myself. Liquid courage was the only thing I could use to get through the night."Your dad couldn't have invited him, could he?" Sofia asked, turning to face me.I shrugged, my eyes flickering around the room in search of my father. We had to have a conversation about his choice of guests."You didn't tell
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The drive back to the Penthouse was silent. A stifling kind of silence laced with so much tension, you could see it and cut it with a pair of scissors. Adrian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his face set in a grimace, and I wondered just what had gotten him so angry.I looked out of the car window and watched as cars passed by in a blur, their headlights shining as bright as stars in the night. After a few more minutes of driving at a godforsaken speed down the road, Adrian pulled up the car at the front of our apartment building. He yanked open the door and basically threw the car keys at the valet on his way into the building. I gave the valet an apologetic smile and scurried after Adrian.What was wrong with this man?Who stuck another stick up his asshole again?I hopped into the elevator after him and held my sides as the doors closed, breathing heavily from the little running I had just done. I was seriously out of shape, and I decided I would be more inten
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I stood tall, staring into Adrian's eyes, not once breaking the eye contact. Adrian pushed his body against mine, his erection grazing my lower stomach in the process. His gaze was intense and he looked so hot, causing my panties to wetten with my juices."Danielle" Adrian whispered into my mouth while moving his fingers to the straps of my dinner dress. It was a slip dress with spaghetti straps that sat comfortably on my shoulders."We both have some tension to be released with each other, hm?" he dropped the straps down my arms and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, revealing my breasts in their sumptuous and voluptuous glory. His hands gripped my breasts, each in one hand, and he massaged them tenderly and slowly."They're so beautiful." he commented, his mesmerizing voice and the cold air from the air conditioner caused my nipples to perk up, standing erect. He dipped his head, and cupped my breasts further into his hands. I watched his eyes trail down
DANIELLE'S P.O.V."Oh God, Adrian!"I nearly screamed when he pounded his finger into my clit. I bucked with the intensity of his prodding finger, feeling as my juices dripped down my thighs.Adrian pulled out his finger and pushed two long fingers inside me; it almost had me crossing my eyes from the instant pain and pleasure that enveloped my body at once. I moaned at the tightening sensation, that sweet and blissful feeling of pleasure that ripped through my body.I gripped on to the kitchen island as tightly as I could as Adrian pumped his fingers in and out of my weeping pussy, all the while his lips peppered and trailed kisses up and down my neck.My fingers started to sting from grabbing on to the island so tightly but I held on still, focusing only on the way his fingers made me feel as they teased my pussy and stretched it until I was shaking and could barely keep myself on my feet. I was once again, on the very edge of exploding when he pulled his fingers out of me and left
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Bright rays of sun light filtered through the curtains and scattered across the floors of the room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner invaded my senses as I woke up from my slumber. I felt groggy and all of my limbs ached as if I had been in a gymnastics meet through out the previous day.Though, last night's activities were not much different.I pried my eyes open and placed my palm over my mouth as I yawned. While rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around, soaking in the unfamiliar room. I could not, for the life of me, recall how we had moved from the kitchen to Adrian's bedroom.Unlike my bright and cheery room, Adrian's room fully depicted his cool and brooding personality. The walls of the room were painted harsh, abd almost everything else in the room was colored black; the curtains, the reading table and chair, the bedside table, the bed frame, and even the air conditioner. The only other colored items in the room were the white bed sheets and blanke
DANIELLE'S P.O.VI stirred from my slumber, my eyes blinking open reluctantly. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn and a lingering sense of unease clung to me.As consciousness found its way back to me, I felt the sting in my eyes which were heavy from a restless night. My eyes stung as I tried to focus on the familiar surroundings. A few remnants of the nightmares that had plagued my sleep replayed in my mind, their vivid images taunting me.A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up, the dryness and ache in my throat were evidence of the tumultuous night I had. The taste of fear lingered in my mouth, leaving me parched and exhausted.When I finally sat up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I could still hear the faint echoes of my own screams and I took a quick glance around, half expecting to find shadows lurking in the corners of the room. The sheets clung to my skin- further evidence of my night which had been filled with restlessness.The room, usually a peaceful haven
ADRIAN'S P.O.V.It had been a month since the storm called Chase Sinclair, had hit our lives, leaving destruction and doubts in his wake. The air hung heavy, in my office, with the weight of unspoken words as Omar Zayn, my lifelong confidante and best friend, sat across from me. His eyes, filled with understanding, met mine, as if searching for the turmoil that had etched its mark onto my soul over the past month. The weight of the past month lingered heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't shake the guilt that gripped my conscience."Omar, I messed up big time," I sighed, rubbing my temples.Omar leaned in, concern etched on his face."What happened with you two, Adrian? Last time I knew, you guys were solid. Tell me everything. Maybe there's a way to fix this." Omar said, his expression empathic.In a flash, I recalled the doubts that had plagued me and the message that had led to my questioning Danielle's fidelity" I doubted Dannie's loyalty, questioned her commitment, and worst o
ADRIAN'S P.O.VThe walls of my office seemed to close in on me as I sat there, utterly drained from the dual onslaught of my demanding position and the storm raging inside of me. The dim lights seemed to intensify the shadows that had taken a place in my life recently and the air felt heavy as the weight of my tumultuous life burdened me.The office room felt like a prison of polished wood and cold steel and the distant hum of the city just outside of the office walls did nothing to ease the feeling of being trapped. The room that was usually a place of productivity and creativity, had. now become a battlefield between my professional obligations to the company and my personal emotions.Rubbing my temples gently, I tried to erase the persistent ache that clawed at my skull, but I couldn't seem to find relief from it. Weariness weighed heavily on my shoulders, and burden on my heart as I could not seem to get away from the shattered pieces of my broken life.The weight of my responsibi
DANIELLE'S P.O.VI woke up with a splitting headache. The piercing pain that seared through my head dragged me out of the depths of unconsciousness. As my eyes fluttered open, I groaned, clutching my throbbing temple. The room spun and my vision blurred as I blinked."Where in the world am I?" I muttered while trying to make sense of my surroundings.As I tried to sit up, the sharp pain in my head intensified, sending shockwaves through my body. It felt like a sledgehammer had collided with my skull and I could hear the faint echoes of my own pained groans. With my muddled senses, I struggled to make sense of my situation. I continued to blink rapidly to clear off the dizzy spell until the dimly lit room slowly came into focus.Suddenly, I felt restraints on my wrists and ankles."What the hell...?" I muttered pulling at the ropes that bound me and restricted my movement. On seeing that they would not budge, undiluted panic started to creep into my body and coursed through my veins an
DANIELLE'S P.O.VThe weeks following my traumatic ordeal at the hands of Chase were a blur of hospital rooms and tests. I had also been offered therapy sessions, but I rejected them as the very last thing I wanted to do was revisit the torture I had gone through. However, I could not seem to run away from those days of captivity as even after I had long been discharged from the hospital, my mind was still trapped in the nightmares that had plagued me ever since that fateful day- the day Chase Sinclair had kidnapped me.It felt like I was trapped in a unending nightmare, unable to escape the memories of what had happened to me- memories of how my baby had almost been taken away from me. I was back in the safety of the mansion Adrian and I had gotten but the house which used to bring me so much peace now seemed as oppressive as it was comforting.I sat on the plush couch in the living room of our grand mansion, surrounded by my friends and family. Adrian was on a business trip and they
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The hospital corridors stretched before me, a maze of sterile white walls, distant echoes of life, and busked whispers. Their white walls were an unsettling reminder of the captivity I had endured for far too long at the hands of Chase Sinclair. Determination surged through my veins as I made my way towards the women's restroom, a small glimmer of hope guiding me towards the next step in my escape. I walked with purpose and my steps were fueled by a desperate determination to reclaim my life from the clutches of the darkness that Chase had surrounded me with. My footsteps faltered as both anticipation and apprehension coursed through my veins and each footfall echoed in my ears as I made my way to the restroom. Every step that I took felt heavy with anticipation and my heart pounding in my chest as I neared the restroom. It was a moment that held the key to my freedom; the key to reuniting with my family and escaping the clutches of Chase once and for all.As I pushe
ADRIAN'S P.O.V.I sat at my office desk which was surrounded by a sea of important documents related to the impending project that the company was about to start. I was engrossed in the stack of documents that were spread out before me as the impending project demanded my utmost attention.A knock on the door resonated in the room, interrupting my work. The door to my office creaked open, and Karen, my secretary, poked her head inside."Mr Valentino, it's already closing hours," she announced, her voice gentle. "I'm heading home for the night. Do you need anything else before I leave?"Her words jolted me back to reality. Closing hours? I glanced at my watch, realizing that I had lost track of time. I couldn't believe how late it had gotten as time seemed to have slipped away while I busied myself with analyzing every detail of the upcoming project meticulously."Oh thank you, Karen. I had no idea it was that late. Go ahead, call it a day. I'll be fine here for a while longer. You can
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Chase’s eyes bore into mine, and I could see the rage simmering beneath them. His gaze moved around the room, scanning for any signs of betrayal and then, suddenly, his eyes locked onto my shaking figure. A cruel smile pulled at his lips as he lunged towards me and on reaching me, he grabbed my hand with his grip tightening around my wrist. Panic engulfed me as he wrenched the phone from its hiding place under the pillow and he held it up, triumph gleaming in his eyes.“You really thought you could get away, didn’t you?” he sneered, his voice dripping with maliceI stood there, transfixed to the spot by the fear that caused my heart to pound in my chest, my hands trembling. The stolen phone rested securely in Chase’s grip; a small but strong weapon that I had used against the man who had held me captive for far too long. Chase loomed over me, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation."You think you're so clever, don't you?" His voice was a venomous hiss,
DANIELLE’S P.O.V.The days, weeks, or perhaps months, following my abduction felt like an eternity; I had lost track of time as those moments that I spent while being trapped in this desolate room passed in a hazy blur of fear and despair. Each passing moment was filled with fear, uncertainty, and a desperate longing for my freedom, every second spent in Chase’s clutches was a reminder of the very fragile line that separated both my life and death, every waking moment that I spent in that godforsaken room was tainted by the knowledge that I was at the mercy of a man I once called a friend; a man whom I had thought to forgive and let go of the hurtful things that he had done to me in the past; a man that had now turned into an obsessed captor; a man that had snatched me away from my peaceful existence.The room was always dark and even with the air conditioner, who’s hum served as the only other source of sound in the dreary space, it always felt suffocating as the only other means of