"What the fuck? You don't tell me what to do, Belle," The voice came from the other end of the line, "I tell you what to do instead. Don't try to twist things now." Belle brought the phone to her other ear and sucked in some breath. "I am warning you again. Do not touch him." She muttered, gritting her teeth and drumming her fingers on her thighs. "Or what?" He asked, his tone getting gruffer by the minute. Belle rested her back on the washing machine, peered through the window before bringing her voice to a hush, "Leave him the fuck alone or be ready to face the music." The man from the other end chuckled softly, and with a sarcastic tone, he asked, "What are you going to do? Report me to the cops? Come on, Belle, we both know you can never do that, not after everything..." "Shut up, motherfucker." Belle fired back at him, dropping one of the spray bottles in the process. "He fucks you real good, doesn't he?" He muttered back, chuckling at his own words. "You know what? Why don't I c
Once he was gone, she slipped her phone out of her bra, and brushed some blood off her face. There was no point showing this part of her to the world; it was dangerous for her as well. "I will deal with you, Louis O Cornell. Once I'm done sucking you dry, I am gonna kill you with my bare hands." She muttered to herself, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her head was hanging hard, and her heart thumped in her chest. She gripped her phone tightly, making sure it doesn't slip out of her shaky fingers. Her breaths were coming in short gasps as she fumbled to dial Jack's number. She had never been so helpless in her life. Fine, she wasn't afraid of him. She was only afraid of the fact that if she wasn't careful, he could ruin her before she got a chance to. "Jack," she whispered into the phone, tears streaming down her face. "I need you right now..." "Belle? Are you okay?" Jack's voice was urgent. "No, I'm outside my house... I can't move, I'm hurt," Belle's voice broke. "He came back...he
Jack inched closer to her, his hands clasped tightly together as he recounted the unsettling events that had been unfolding in his life. Belle listened intently, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "You need my help?" She asked silently. "Yes, babe. I received a warning from my stalker sometimes ago," Jack said, his voice filled with unease. "They told me to leave what belonged to them alone. But I have no idea what they're talking about. I haven't taken anything from anyone." Belle leaned forward, her expression serious. "That's puzzling," she said, tapping her fingers on the table. "It seems like this person is trying to intimidate you into silence, but their motive is unclear. Have you made any enemies recently, or stumbled upon any sensitive information that could have triggered this?" Jack racked his brain, trying to think of any recent events that could have led to him being stalked by a wanted criminal. "I can't think of anything," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "I
Jack shook his head, and said, "What the fuck? I didn't say that. You don't even know Bianca." Belle threw her head back for a while and pointed at him, "I got you good. I was teasing!" Jack sighed, his confusion fading away. She leaned in, her breath warm against Jack's ear as she whispered, "You seem tense." She muttered, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry about anything, baby. You're safe with me." Jack's heart raced as he looked into her eyes, captivated by their intensity. In this moment, she was offering him comfort in the most unexpected way. "Why do you look so startled?" She asked, looking closely into his eyes. "Nothing...you just reminded me of her." He said, shaking off the memory of Bianca's brutal murder, "She used to tell me the exact same words." "What words?" She asked warmly, breathing onto his neck. " 'You seem tense'. Those words." He said, peering briefly into her opened laptop. As Belle moved closer, his worries began to fade away. He felt a s
"Fuck you." Mario gagged, the martini cocktail trickling down his reddened face. The rather youngish waitress gave him her middle finger, as she strode away with an empty glass in her hands. "Fuck you, you dirty big thing." She yelled back in a strong French accent. "What did you say?" Wait, Did he hear right? 'You dirty big thing?'He stood there, trying to understand what just happened to him. He instinctively went after her, split second later, but was pushed back by some unfamiliar faces in the bar. For starters, Mario was a six-foot-five, broad shouldered, well-chiseled slithering god. Slithering was Jack's way of qualifying him, because for one, he always had a way with women, plus he had some sexual appeal to his person, more than his best friend ever would. "Slithering." Mario chuckled again, savoring the sound of the words in his dirty, gorgeous head. His smile soon disappeared as he watched the girl swing her finger again in his direction. No one had ever called him
Belle was awfully quiet when he helped her down his plush Porsche, and she was even quieter when he told her, "You are welcome to my humble abode."He wondered what went on in her pretty mind. Maybe she still harboured that fear. His sumptuous penthouse was not exactly humble, as it was indeed fancy, not a billion-euros-kind-of fancy, but the moderately-but-unbelievably fancy. In fact, it stood out in the neighbourhood, and if anyone didn't know Mario as the chronic alcoholic around, he was known as the sexiest man on the street, with the finest house being the icing on the cake."You are sweating." Belle cut him out of his silly daydreams again, staring at him with her huge green eyeballs. Mario touched his forehead and felt a pang of embarrassment, that quickly disappeared when she said, "Well, I'm a little hot too." He could swear she had a hint of smile playing on her lips, but he was not too sure. The dazzling orange-red lights at his entrance usually hid or altered facial
6:45am, next day Mario shielded his eye from the lights seeping in through the blinds. His alarm clock rang at the same time, and he yawned shamelessly. "Wake up, queen, it's morning." He grumbled sleepily. "I've not woken up feeling this good in years, you know." He waited for for answer before slowly turning around. "Belle?"Without touching his side, he knew she was already gone. "Fuck me." He cussed, above his breath. If only he had not fallen asleep immediately after, he would have at least got her number. For a second, he wondered why he had done the opposite of what he should have done. And it was only after he woke up that morning, that he realized- she had completely given him her innocence. "She must have hated the domination." He found himself second-guessing. Did she let him only because he said it was a comfort? Had she felt tricked by him?He rubbed her spot on his bed, and smelt it. Her rose-scent cologne still hung on to it like a second skin. It was heavy in
On his way to the Aubert's residence in Le Marais, just a three-hour drive from town, Mario tried to get his mind off things. But it was fucking hard. Every now and then, he would let his mind drift back to the brief meeting he had, with twenty two-year-old sexy Belle. He got smiles playing on his lips in all those moments, but the thoughts would not even stay for long. What was he thinking running from home to live by himself? He had thought that he would find peace, after years of living under his parents' control. Now that had even been manageable, as he could well take a vacation all the time they upset him. But not anymore, not after his mother canceled all his credit cards.And when Annette's parents started to join in, forcing him to obey his parents and marry their daughter, he had had to take a hike, away from all of them. "I hope Aurelia is safe." He thought to himself, despite it. He knew that even Annette's parents did not mean well for his family. He parked his c
Jack shook his head, and said, "What the fuck? I didn't say that. You don't even know Bianca." Belle threw her head back for a while and pointed at him, "I got you good. I was teasing!" Jack sighed, his confusion fading away. She leaned in, her breath warm against Jack's ear as she whispered, "You seem tense." She muttered, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry about anything, baby. You're safe with me." Jack's heart raced as he looked into her eyes, captivated by their intensity. In this moment, she was offering him comfort in the most unexpected way. "Why do you look so startled?" She asked, looking closely into his eyes. "Nothing...you just reminded me of her." He said, shaking off the memory of Bianca's brutal murder, "She used to tell me the exact same words." "What words?" She asked warmly, breathing onto his neck. " 'You seem tense'. Those words." He said, peering briefly into her opened laptop. As Belle moved closer, his worries began to fade away. He felt a s
Jack inched closer to her, his hands clasped tightly together as he recounted the unsettling events that had been unfolding in his life. Belle listened intently, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "You need my help?" She asked silently. "Yes, babe. I received a warning from my stalker sometimes ago," Jack said, his voice filled with unease. "They told me to leave what belonged to them alone. But I have no idea what they're talking about. I haven't taken anything from anyone." Belle leaned forward, her expression serious. "That's puzzling," she said, tapping her fingers on the table. "It seems like this person is trying to intimidate you into silence, but their motive is unclear. Have you made any enemies recently, or stumbled upon any sensitive information that could have triggered this?" Jack racked his brain, trying to think of any recent events that could have led to him being stalked by a wanted criminal. "I can't think of anything," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "I
Once he was gone, she slipped her phone out of her bra, and brushed some blood off her face. There was no point showing this part of her to the world; it was dangerous for her as well. "I will deal with you, Louis O Cornell. Once I'm done sucking you dry, I am gonna kill you with my bare hands." She muttered to herself, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her head was hanging hard, and her heart thumped in her chest. She gripped her phone tightly, making sure it doesn't slip out of her shaky fingers. Her breaths were coming in short gasps as she fumbled to dial Jack's number. She had never been so helpless in her life. Fine, she wasn't afraid of him. She was only afraid of the fact that if she wasn't careful, he could ruin her before she got a chance to. "Jack," she whispered into the phone, tears streaming down her face. "I need you right now..." "Belle? Are you okay?" Jack's voice was urgent. "No, I'm outside my house... I can't move, I'm hurt," Belle's voice broke. "He came back...he
"What the fuck? You don't tell me what to do, Belle," The voice came from the other end of the line, "I tell you what to do instead. Don't try to twist things now." Belle brought the phone to her other ear and sucked in some breath. "I am warning you again. Do not touch him." She muttered, gritting her teeth and drumming her fingers on her thighs. "Or what?" He asked, his tone getting gruffer by the minute. Belle rested her back on the washing machine, peered through the window before bringing her voice to a hush, "Leave him the fuck alone or be ready to face the music." The man from the other end chuckled softly, and with a sarcastic tone, he asked, "What are you going to do? Report me to the cops? Come on, Belle, we both know you can never do that, not after everything..." "Shut up, motherfucker." Belle fired back at him, dropping one of the spray bottles in the process. "He fucks you real good, doesn't he?" He muttered back, chuckling at his own words. "You know what? Why don't I c
Jack's heart skipped a beat as Belle walked through the door. He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and now she was finally here. He tried to hide the unease in his voice as he greeted her. "Hey, where have you been?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Out for a walk." She responded, but there was a shopping bag in her hands. "Sleep well?" She asked, deliberately avoiding his gaze, "I didn't think you would be up by now." "What do you mean?" Jack tried to reach for her, but she flinched. "I mean...you slept late, so I thought you'd be asleep for much longer. Hope you are feeling better?" She said, pulling out some bottles of spray from her shopping bag. She still hasn't looked at him by now. Jack pinched the space between his eyebrows and swallowed. "Can you at least look at me, Belle? I feel like I offended you last night." She lifted her gaze to meet his, immediately his words tumbled out of his mouth, "Offend me? What could you possibly do to offend me, babe?" She
A stack of old clothes were kept in there, and Jack sneezed twice in only a minute of being in there. "Who is there?" He muttered, switching on the lights. He sniffed around carefully, but there was no one in sight. Just pure silence. He stumbled upon a red hood lying on the laundry basket. It was lying on top of several other old-looking clothes. He bent down to pick it up because it looked eerily familiar. His eyes widened as he examined it closely, noticing a tear on the left side and a trace of blood on the edge. "I have seen this somewhere." He thought. "His mind spun with questions as he tried to recollect where he had seen that red hood. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, and his heart leaped into his throat as he realized that Belle was awake and had entered the laundry room. He quickly turned around, hiding it behind him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion that clouded his mind. "Oh Belle, you are up?" He smiled, moving an inch closer to her, still with his
Jack watched her drift back to sleep before he got up. He was going to lazily look around the house, and also make sure the intruder was gone. Once he was sure she was deeply asleep, he closed the windows properly and proceeded to walk out of the room. But he did not open the door. "I will be right back, love." He whispered, kissing her cheek briefly. This time, she did not stir Jack sat at the desk in the corner instead, and let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the room. The room still reeked of sex, and something else- a strong smell of blood that he had not noticed until now. Could it be from the spot she bled from when the intruder attacked her? He stared at the sleeping woman on the bed, and he noticed the spot was dried up already. She did say she was a vampire. "I'm a little spooked." He said to himself, but laughed it off. It was half past 12 in the midnight, and his stomach rumbled aggressively. That must have been what kept him up. Either that, or his mind. He increase
Jack kissed the nape of her neck as he tucked her into bed, like he would his younger siblings many years back. "Have a nice sleep, sleeping beauty." He whispered, watching her smile back at him. With her eyes still shut, she grabbed his left thigh all of a sudden. The action was so spontaneous that he flinched. Sometimes, she was a challenge like that. "Don't go anywhere, Jack. Just lay down with me, okay?" She whispered, like a little whiny bitch, or a clingy white angel, whatever worked. Jack simply nodded, and tried to pull her fingers off his thigh because her fingers were digging deep into his flesh. "I'm not going anywhere, Belle." He whispered back, and she immediately retracted her fingers. It was like a fairytale, or something straight out of a fantasy romance novel-the way he touched her and spoke to her, and every bit of reaction she gave back. "I hope this beautiful thing we have going on will last. I know it's too soon to say that, but yeah, I got it off my chest." Jack
Her kitchen was a small but modern one. Everything-the cutleries, pots and shelves were arranged neatly and in an admirable order. "You've got a nice kitchen," He commented, his eyes darting around for a suitable spot for bending her over. "Fuck! It's so serene and neat I feel like we shouldn't-" He stared at her blank expression and understood it at once. "Okay, fine. I will do it." She shook her head from side to side, and tugged at his shorts, "Come here, daddy. I want you to bless the walls with your cum." She dragged him towards the extreme of the kitchen, and knelt before him. "I'm about to have a delicious meal." She mouthed, putting a finger over his hardness. Jack gritted his teeth as if to say 'just do it already.' "Stop teasing me now, Belle." He said out loud. "I can't-" The windows were open in such a way that the people in the house next door could see them. Even the lights were still on, but neither of them seemed to care. She let her hands fondle his entrance for a bit