Rhys“I want to see my mom!” I yelled for the hundredth time into my father’s face which was red from rage, anger, or both as he dragged me through the halls of his office building. I tried to wriggle free of his grip and failed miserably. I kicked him hard in the shin as well but he barely flinched. Instead, he held me still and gave me a resounding slap across the face. I stumbled back and hit a shelf containing stacks of papers before falling on my butt. My cheek hurt horribly. It felt like it had been doused with firecrackers but also ice cold all at once.His eyes narrowed as he stared at me, “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ve caused me when your low life of a mother brought you here?” He asked with an ugly smirk. I glared at him and spat blood out onto his shoe, “You know she didn't mean to do anything wrong.” I growled, my voice shaking with fear. My father shook his head like it wasn’t worth repeating.“You should have been more grateful for everything I have
Rhys“What?”She didn’t answer, instead she kept staring at me as if she was trying to dissect me with her eyes, and I just stared back like a dead man in an old movie – not a particularly attractive look on me. I felt kind of naked, though that was probably because of all the clothes I’m wearing right now. Not exactly comfortable, but not really too uncomfortable either. But I didn’t want her looking at me like this any more than she already was. “You…” She trailed off as if deciding to say what she wanted to say or not. “Nothing”’s what I guess she eventually settled on saying, which was better than nothing, but she didn’t sound satisfied with it. It didn’t quite satisfy me either, but that would have to do for now.“Okay,” I said. The word fell out of my mouth before I had even thought about what I was going to say.I stood up from the bed “Where are you going?” Her voice followed me and I turned back to her, surprised that she'd question something so mundane as where to go.“I'm
DarcyI thought we were having an honest conversation, I didn't mean to upset him but he left. I heard the main door slam but I didn't hear any sound from his cars so I could tell he didn't take any of them.Where would he go by that time of the morning?After about fifteen minutes, the door slammed open and he stood there, panting and staring at me like it was a crime scene for all of ten seconds before collapsing on the couch next to me with an exhausted sigh. He looked terrible. His hair was sticking up wildly in every possible direction and I wondered if I should get him some aspirin. Or maybe a glass of water. “Are you… are you alright?” He didn't respond, instead, his eyes flickered back and forth between me and the clock, trying to determine what I couldn't understand.Then he buried his face deeper into the sofa cushions and groaned, “Fuck!”He said fuck, like the most amazing thing he had ever heard. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, but as soon as I heard hi
Darcy“We need to talk,” I muttered.He didn't move, “What about?”.That's all he answered me with. I swallowed hard. There weren't many things I could think of to start with and none of them were good, I couldn't say them, not right then. My mind was racing and it was a struggle to keep focused.“Is that why you kept knocking?” His voice slurred but it was husky and his fingers grazed the side of my cheeks , trailing slowly down to my jawline and my breathing hitched.My body was reacting to everything he was doing, but there was something else. A burning sensation ran across my lower belly, which started to tingle and twitch, making me slightly nervous. “What are you doing?” I managed to whisper as his hand reached my neck.He paused mid-gesture, his blue eyes suddenly filled with uncertainty.It was like he wasn't sure what to do, or rather how he was supposed to react. I knew he was drunk and probably didn't know what he was doing but I didn't want him to stop.“What am I doing?
RhysMy head felt heavy, the sun lightened but not yet bright enough to penetrate my closed eyelids. My mouth tasted stale. A headache pounded at my temple and a faint, unpleasant odor lingered in the air around me. When I finally looked around me, there were empty bottles scattered about on the floor, some of them broken. I took a deep breath, feeling like I hadn't had anything to drink for hours. My stomach roiled as the sour taste lingered. The world was still spinning and I struggled to stay conscious. With each slow blink, my eyes seemed to focus on one thing before moving on to another.“Damn” I cursed out when I tried to stand but couldn’t seem to put weight on any leg. “This fucking sucks.” Even speaking caused an ache to spread from my left hip. I tried lifting both my arms but only succeeded in dropping them back down with a groan. The room seemed to tilt and I struggled against black spots creeping into my vision. “Dammit! What is happening?” I whispered to myself, str
RhysVincent looked stunned and startled to see me, as if he had been caught doing something wrong (but I think it was more that he didn't expect me.) Opposite him were people I had not seen in almost six years. The most prominent of them was an attractive brunette whose dark eyes were fixed upon me. As attractive as she was, I need not forget that she was the devil incarnate.“What are you doing here?” Vincent had finally found his voice, but all I could do was stare back at him stupidly like a man who had just been thrown off a building by a rampaging tiger and then landed with a broken arm and fractured leg on a roof. “What are they doing here?” I asked him back instead. Vincent seemed equally perplexed. It made for a peculiar conversation. “Well, they were about to leave.” He gestured to the two men and one woman.One of them smiled at me but I turned towards the door, ignoring her, ignoring their presence completely. I pushed past the security that had tried to stop me from get
DarcySomething about the whole week seemed off, especially with Rhys.Not that he did much or we did much but he was awfully quiet, more than usual at least. He would sit and work in silence for hours, then go and do something else completely unrelated. I don’t know if that was normal to him, it didn’t seem like it was to me, it just felt off.It was like the closer I got to him, the more he withdrew like a turtle retreating into its shell. Even his voice had changed to match that of an old man, deeper with age, it seemed weird to hear him speak normally without the lilt of youth there. Okay maybe I was exaggerating.But that afternoon the doorbell rang and I went to answer it.I wasn’t expecting anybody so I was surprised when I saw a woman that looked like she belonged on vogue covers. She had long straight blonde hair cut into bangs that cascaded down her back to her mid waist, dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, a green cardigan over the top of her shoulders and brown leather
Darcy“Rhys!”I screamed, unable to believe what I was seeing. “Stop!” I yelled, by this time I ran over to him, grabbing his shoulder, trying to stop him. I couldn’t let him do that to her even though was a total stranger. It looked like he was manhandling her.“Let her go! You can’t just go around pulling people roughly! That’s not how this works!” I pulled at him harder.But I was no match for him, I was like a feather, a feather because he easily tore my arms away from around his chest and shoved me back, causing me to stumble backward. I stumbled and fell on my butt, shocked at his sudden aggression “Don’t touch me!” He yelled “Just stay out of this, it‘s not your business, anyway”I was too shocked to say any more words. He didn't stop until she was outside the gate and when he returned, he walked past me, not once did he offer to help me up, he didn't even glance my way.My waist and bum ached from the fall and I felt sick to my stomach. I sat up and hugged my knees against my c
DarcyI was the first person to leave Rhys' room after our endless night of sex. I didn't want to deal with the aftermath of him leaving me again. He was going to be angry and confused but he could handle it. I knew how we worked together well enough to understand what he wanted from me. I’d get over it eventually, moreover my thoughts were on other things. As I returned to my room, I had a warm bath, I could still smell him around me like some kind of lingering scent. It felt amazing and I needed more. When I stepped out of the tub to dry myself off, an idea came into my mind.Maybe I could go to Cory and offer her a peace treaty in order to gain her trust. She'd probably not believe me but it's worth a try. My heart ached at the thought of the pain I was definitely going to feel if I found her holding my son. I couldn't bear the thought of him being in her hands, it was a constant reminder of what I needed but didn't have. And she wouldn't stop trying to rub that in my face.I
Unknown POV“Can we not leave tomorrow pleaseeeee” my sister pleaded with my mom as she made her way through the kitchen on her way to get us all breakfast.It was the last day of our summer holiday and all we were allowed to do was stay home so we could wake up early the next day to start our trip back home.“Eat your breakfast, Kendall, there will be a lot of other summer holidays” mom said while she finished buttering some bread for herself. She had always been one to baby us and baby even our dad.My parents had lived together since high school. But they decided to separate at college and then they got back together after college and the rest was history. Mom worked in the city office of our town. She was a secretary but also one of the chief prosecutors of a police force in the area. Dad did work in the construction company which meant he spent a lot of time at work and he didn't get out much. He liked it that way, he said it gave him more freedom and he didn' get caught up in
Unknown POV“You haven't said anything, you didn't call me, no text, nothing. I thought we came to a mutual agreement to be partners” The blonde in front of me went on ranting ‘what could have gone wrong this time?’ she seemed to think and her eyes widened like comets when I took another sip from my coffee. I couldn't tell if she was angry at me or just startled because there was so much emotion in her voice when the words left her mouth. It was quite loud for such a small place.I focused on her red lipstick instead on trying to make sense of what she just told me and why she was upset with me. “Nothing new happened” I finally told her after taking a deep breath. She seemed to calm down a little bit but still looked angry enough to kill someone “The deal was that we would come up with something. They seem to be in love and Rhys hates me… I think” Her voice sounded bitter when she mentioned her ex and it made me uncomfortable. “Did you sleep with him?” I asked.Suddenly she looked
Third person POVThere was a feeling of dread within Mr Stark, the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It’s so much more than just fear—it’s also confusion, and worry, and maybe even sadness, because if he wasn’t wrong…then something was truly off.First the death of his friend had come as shocking news to him, one that had nearly shattered the stability that Stark had left in his life. Jude had not just been a friend, he had saved his life multiple times and was someone close to his heart. He had become an older brother, a mentor, a confidant, a partner. But most importantly, he had been a mentor—the one who had taught him all about law, and life, and things that he still didn’t get the hang of like golf.He couldn't imagine how the world would feel without Jude. Without his constant smile and endless encouragement, he would have lost his way long ago. His presence brought life into Stark’s life when it needed it the most—when everything felt bleak.As Stark w
Third person’s POVWhen Darcy’s mother knew that her attempt of peacekeeping was not working, she had tried other ways which had also not yielded any futile result. Her husband had come in after the plate incident, his face was red with fury, his hands clenched into fists like he wanted nothing more than to strike them against something, someone.Darcy had hid behind her mother’s floral print dress."We can't afford this," his tone was low, dangerous like a snake about to strike, "you didn't raise your child properly, she is wild and tainted by filth." He spat out each word as if it were poison on his tongue."This is my house, the first home we've ever owned," his words had turned hard and bitter like broken glass laying on the and Darcy felt an ache deep within herself that she hadn't known before."You must be sensible," his eyes were cold, calculating, like those of a scientist about to crack some important scientific truth.He had never referred to her as his daughter, then Darcy c
Third Person’s POV“MAMA" she whispered, "can I go out?""Hmm," her mother had hummed in response as she stroked Darcy’s hair, “Is that a yes?” Darcy asked hopefully“No darling”. The answer came with finality.Darcy frowned and pouted and huffed ‘but why?’"Why can't I go out now? Are we waiting for something important to happen." Darcy protested. She was seven but she had always know what she wanted“That's enough Darcy,” her father called her.“But Mama always lets me play outside,” Darcy whined.“You spoiled her,” her father had said sternly to Darcy’s mother.Her mother rolled her eyes at the statement before looking away in shame and guilt, thinking of what to do about her daughter.“Please mama…just once I want to go outside. Just this once” Darcy pleaded.It was as if the whole place froze. The mood in the house changed instantly and everywhere was silent, it caused Darcy to shrink where she sat slightly under their piercing gaze. She knew something bad happened and her mothe
Vincent“That asshole!” I cursed as I smashed the glass across the walk. The child began to cry.“Nicole! Nicole!” I heard Cory scream out. Nicole ran into the living room.“Make him stop crying” Cory ordered. Nicole took the child from her and left.“Can you tell me what is going on? You are overreacting” Cory demanded. She was not happy about being ignored.“The foolish old man did not agree. He rejected my money” I seethed through gritted teeth. “I should have known he would do that. He was always the same. Nothing was ever good enough for him” I continued ranting.“You can’t just expect him to jump on the offer immediately, my dear husband, greatness takes time and effort. You will need to be patient with him. He is still adjusting to your offer. It will take some time”“What if he doesn't agree to it before next week?” I huffed. “I cannot wait a whole week. I am in the market for something soon… Something special” I continued pacing back and forth. “Something that will last...”
Vincent “I wasn't expecting to see you, I just came back from my trip and I promised to reach out to you and your brother next week” He was sitting across the table from me in his house.Cory was right.“Well, it's a good thing I came to you, isn't it?” I asked while taking a sip of the wine in front of me.The man, Mr Stark, who was Jude Madigan’s lawyer and who was also in his late fifties, looked at me with curiosity in his dark brown eyes. His hair was greying and there were creases that made him look less like an intimidating businessman and more like someone whose life was more lived than most people’s.“It is. So why are you here?” he asked, putting down his fork. “Is everything okay?”I put down my glass of wine as well and took a deep breath before I answered “Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine.”We stayed silent for about fifteen seconds after my statement until Mr Stark decided to break it: “And you're sure? You're absolutely certain that you’re okay?”I nodded.“Good”“Well y
DarcyAs soon as I felt him fill me I sucked hungrily onto his cock, taking all of his length, his head, his thickness. I could feel his whole body shake violently at my ministrations. Then it all went still. He released his content in my mouth and I took all of it panting heavily. His hand found mine and intertwined it with his.“Thank you” he whispered. His breath tickled my earI turned my head towards him so our noses were touching.“You are welcome” I whispered back before leaning up and placing a kiss upon his lips.Maybe he could taste himself there after all.He lifted me up from where I still was in front of him and placed me gently down on the edge of the bed. My back rested upon the mattress, he climbed on top of me straddling my lap. His fingers brushed against my cheek lovingly causing warmth to radiate throughout my entire body as he looked deeply into my eyes and smiled."God, you are beautiful," He said with awe evident in his tone of voice.I smiled shyly "I'm glad y