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
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
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...”
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
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 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
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
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
Rhys I took out my anger on the files lying helplessly on the table, I took out my anger on my closets, I took out my anger on punching the walls, I took out my anger on anything and everything that came in my way. It didn't matter how much I punched it; no matter how hard I kicked it; all I had to do was think about the fact that she's left me again before I could even feel it. Someone else left me.It felt so good to feel something at all, as though someone else's emotions hadn' really been mine until now. My chest hurt from breathing but also from screaming so loudly, my voice sounded raw and hoarse and nothing like the smooth, rich baritone I always thought it would be. But this pain wasn't enough to keep the rest of the world away, because they were just going back inside their heads anyway, just like everything else. I'd heard that somewhere or another a person can drown themselves by drowning all their problems with too much coffee and not enough water. She didn't love me.
Darcy“I love you, Tessa” His words made my heart race and the world stopped spinning around me. His voice was so calm but laced with determination.My knees gave up underneath me, I felt dizzy and weak. My heart was pounding and everything seemed to come to a standstill for the moment.How did he say those three words to me? I mean I loved him. Of course, I loved him, I loved him since forever.I had always dreamed of when I would hear him say those words to me, but this wasn't how I imagined that moment to happen. The first time I heard them, it was obvious it was because he wanted me to keep this child. And now? It was to make up for calling me stupid. Not once did he mean those words.YetI felt like I couldn't breathe, my chest heaved up and down as if I were running. Every fiber of my body was shaking, my legs couldn't seem to support me anymore.Why was he saying this? Was he really thinking that I would buy whatever he just said? Was it a trick to manipulate me?Or did he truly
Darcy“Try? Do you realize how stupid you sound? Do you? Why can’t you see the red flags? you are so gullible that you believe whatever anyone says to you. I've been betrayed before, I will always be betrayed, no matter what. And you seem to think that I am just like any other person? you think that I'll change because you tried to make me happy? You need to grow up Tessa! fucking grow up and get your head out of all those fantasies” I couldn't get them out of my head ; They stayed inside my mind like poison. I kept repeating them over and over, like the mantra, like the mantra that kept repeating in my mind.I knew he was right, I knew how cruel his words sounded . My mind was running wild, like I was going insane with the way it kept repeating those same words. It took everything in my power not to burst out crying on the spot. I was still breathing heavily and I didn't even notice when I stopped walking. I simply kept walking, taking long deep breaths. My body was shivering with s
Rhys I thought my head was going to explode from the pressure I was feeling at that moment. My heart was beating so fast I swore it would give out any second. I couldn't breathe. It seemed like I had forgotten how to and I was suffocating. I couldn't think straight, it just didn't seem real. All I could see were black dots. I was used to everything being black and white, it was easier to pick sides and focus on the side you have chosen but right now it was all blurry and gray, like looking through a thick layer of dust. Everything around me was dark except for those black spots, which weren't really spots, they seemed to be tiny holes in space. They made me feel sick and nauseous. Like I was drowning. Or maybe I was dying. But what kind of death?There was no lead or response from the contact I had reached out to. Mr Stark still wasn't allowed to talk to anyone, Vincent was still roaming freely after killing our grandfather.What was I supposed to do now, just collapse into a puddle
DarcyIt had been three days, three days since I last saw Rhys. Three days of craving his presence, of missing him more than any other person I’d ever known, in ways I couldn’t quite explain to myself and would probably never be able to fully comprehend even if I wanted to. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now that he wasn’t here- no he was here but far. I certainly hadn’t gone over the past three days planning an elaborate, intricate plan for what I could possibly say or do when I'll see him. It hadn’t crossed my mind once. I hadn’t done anything but stare at the door of my room as if it would magically make him appear.It was three days of wanting his touch, his kisses, and his arms around me every single second of the day. To feel the warmth radiating from his skin while we lay together on a bed, listening to the gentle patter of rain hitting against the window pane. To feel his lips pressed against mine, the taste of him lingering even after I pull away, the soft sigh of r
Unknown “What? why did you call me out here?” I demanded once I opened her front door. I glared down at her with eyes so intense and as always I expected her to cower away but instead she stared me down right back.“Because I wanted to see how you were doing, that’s why. And to ask why you had not called me to apologize for what you did the last time”I scoffed at her and shook my head in disbelief. “You expect me to apologize? You want to talk about apology when you are the one who is in violation of the terms of our deal. I am doing nothing wrong. I did what was necessary to keep myself safe from your unnecessary gossip and I refuse to let you disrespect my husband. You are the one who owes me an apology Blair” She looked at me confused, trying to find any signs of remorse on my face. She finally settled into shock at the fact that I hadn't just spat at her. “Unbelievable!” She snorted at me, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “You are unbelievable!” I couldn’t tell if it was a threa
Rhys“Didn’t I ask you to leave Claire?” I tried to control my voice but failed but the rawness didn't go unnoticed, the snarls from my voice were as loud as sirens.“It’s me,” I heard her voice and I turned to her. I wanted to ask if she was okay but she seemed a little nervous until I watched her whole body relax.With the way her large greyish-blue eyes were looking I could tell she was taking in my appearance and the look of shock on her face only confirmed that I looked like a mess, a total disaster.But it was nothing compared to the battle I had going on in me. The little voice in my head was begging to be released, to pounce on anything but I couldn’t let it, not when Tessa was here. I didn’t want anything to go wrong.I didn’t want to lose control and hurt her just like I had done with the guard, so I turned away from her scrutinising stare to focus on my walls which suddenly seemed almost peaceful, almost interesting.I could feel Tessa’s gaze, boring holes on my back and I
Vincent His arms were tied, mouth sealed while tears and sweat streamed down his cheeks to free himself from a strong grip. He tried desperately to kick away the arm holding him still, but that only made things worse for the man holding the other end of his chains. The men surrounded him, rough hands holding him back at each side as he fought against them with no success whatsoever. There was nothing he could do.I walked back to where I was and pulled the tape off his mouth.“Please Sir, I am sorry” He wailed. “Please, sir. Don’t hurt me anymore. Please, I beg you.” He begged me in vain. I ignored his pleas. I didn’t have the time to be nice. My mind was on something far more important at the moment than some silly human life. It wasn't about him, it never had been.“I gave you a simple job, I paid you for it, and yet, you failed me in my one request, you failed us all by your own incompetence.” He flinched when I spoke, his entire body trembling at the mere thought of what I was g
DarcyRhys stared at me in disbelief. His face showed pain and he struggled to control it.“I need to go” He suddenly announced.“Rhys…” I began but I didn't continue and he didn't stop either. I felt my heart ache once the door slammed behind me.I didn't come out of my room the next day, I wasn't sure what my place was in the house anymore, and I wasn't sure of what awaited me. I guess it was an act of cowardice, but what would you have had me do? what would you have done differently? Rhys didn't come back to my room, I didn’t blame him, I saw him fighting to keep his emotions in check, that alone was enough to make anyone want to take action against something they couldn’t control. But somehow I felt I was right.When I couldn’t deal with the tension and when my curiosity got the best of me, I left my room.The house was dead as a corpse, and my presence made no difference to any of it. It was as if the events of the previous day had taken its life, I could hear the maids whisperin