RhysDamn, Tessa and her stupid curiosity! Damn those stupid portraits and damn everybody including me. With the rage roaring inside of me, I grabbed those portraits, I shouldn't have kept them in the first place, and with a match stick I found on the table, I lit it and watched it burn. I took a deep breath to calm myself down but that didn't help. I had expected some form of satisfaction from my actions, but instead, I was more upset than anything else. I don't know why I was angry, I don't know if I was truly angry at Tessa for snooping around or if I was just mad at her for finding out who I used to be. I couldn't tell why I kept those, all I know is I took them off the wall after Tessa left and abandoned them here.I wasn't going to think about it.The drive to the west side of the city for the meeting with Kallen, another potential partner didn't help keep my mind at bay, the crappy song from the car stereo and Alfred, my assistant singing along seemed to make me more irritated
Darcy Something was different with Rhys. He stared at me all through and didn't look away even when I caught him. I didn't know how that made me feel. First, he had called me beautiful when he was supposed to be pissed at me. It didn't make sense as I could still remember the rage in his eyes. I had never seen him that pissed and it was like seeing a different him. Now here he sat in front of me, being all different and I could only wonder if he was truly bipolar or if it was something else.“Your eyes are sparkling,” Rhys suddenly said, breaking whatever spell he had cast on me.I stared at him blankly, blinking away the daze I'd been in.“You've got stars in your eyes” he commented, “Do you even know you're doing that?” He sounded amused now and for some reason, the sight of it caused butterflies to flit through my belly. This was so strange, I could feel myself blushing but I tried hard to ignore it.“No, I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing” I replied, trying to sound nonchalan
RhysI resumed kissing her, I could taste myself on her lips and she kissed me back eagerly. None of my brain cells were working, she tasted intoxicating and I needed to drown myself In her honey pot.I allowed my mouth to wander, leaving fresh trails of hickeys on her. I loved the feeling of skin against skin, I let our tongues dance together once more, and I let her taste my essence all over her throat, in between her breasts, between her thighs...everywhere it felt good, she responded with moans, moans I wanted to listen to over and over again. She moaned louder when I pulled away to look down at her and her breathing became unsteady and ragged. She looked beautiful at that moment, so fucking beautiful. ‘Do you know how many times I have dreamt of you like this?’ I said softly. I couldn't stop staring at her, looking into her eyes and memorizing every feature, every detail. She blushed as always. I felt her tiny hands around my cock, stroking my length slowly, making me shiver in
Darcy I was sure I was going to pass out from overstimulation if he fucked me more, yet I wanted all of it, my body and soul had never experienced anything like this, it came alive under his touch the way nothing ever could, and I wanted everything that man had to give me, even if it meant losing myself in a haze. It was exhilarating and terrifying, and incredible. And I thought I had known pain before. When Rhys pulled out of me, I was a sobbing mess, my knees felt weak from exhaustion, and my pussy felt wetter than it had ever felt but it was sore. Rhys had fucked me so hard that I lost count of how many times I came. The only thing that kept me awake now was the echoes of his voice, as he caressed my breasts while kissing my tears away, it turned me on greatly, sending more wetness to my still-wet pussy but I knew better not to ask for more.His hands found their way to my hair, it made me sleepy.“Tired?” he asked.I nodded, feeling too weak to talk.“Want to have a bath first?”
RhysAfter I left Tessa’s room, I couldn’t seem to make it past the hallway again because I craved her and we went through it all over again. The next morning, the reality of what we had done washed over us, the memories flooding through my mind, leaving her wide-eyed and confused. She sat up, turning her attention towards me as she stared deeply into my eyes, searching for an answer. She didn't have to say anything because I knew what she was asking.“Hi?” She whispered.“Hi,” I whispered back.Then the moments of uncomfortable silence followed. We just stared at each other, neither of us sure where to start. I could see the thoughts and questions racing in her mind, wanting answers, but unsure if I'd be able to provide any at that moment.“Um that was nice, thank you?” it came out like a question from her lips, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink, and I just sighed. She looked adorable.But why did I feel guilty? I hated feeling guilty, I hated being responsible for anyone, I
DarcyI couldn't believe I had let that happen. It wasn't like me to lose control like that , but it just happened. It felt like we were in the middle of a movie set – and we had just finished playing out one scene, and all of a sudden it was raining hard.I couldn't have been so stupid! I had begged him to touch me, I had screamed out his name over and over again last night while he slammed into me like an animal possessed. And now that I had finally gotten what I wanted… he had to say that.Shame washed over me , and tears stung my eyes as I walked down the street, trying to keep from crying in public. I could not believe this – not after everything we had done last night. But when I thought about how it had ended, my insides turned to ice.I didn't know what I was thinking, maybe that I had seen some level of vulnerability from him? But he was Rhys Madigan, the famous playboy, the one who had kissed another woman even though our marriage was fake. Why was I surprised that he woul
Darcy I looked around me and back to my phone again but there was no sign of anything being off. The windows of my room wove in and out of the grey concrete walls surrounding me like the branches of a large tree. I stared at the window. How did this person know this? No one knew anything about me, not even Vincent and Cory.So this time, as much as it pained me to admit it, I didn't think it was them.I looked at the picture again, it was a photo of our home, the place that held memories including the ones I wanted to forget.Who knew who I really was? How did they find this place? And why? Could it have been Rhys? But why would he go through all of this stress? Rhys couldn't do that, right?What was happening with me? I had lost focus on getting back my child and then this? I didn't hear the door to my room open until someone tapped me. I jumped up, afraid.“Why are you so jumpy?" Rhys Demanded softly. "You startled me!" I exclaimed as if it was not enough reason. Why was here?
Darcy “Let me go!” I spat out and there wasn’t any anger behind it anymore, just the desperate fear of being trapped here forever, locked in with no grip on myself. I wanted it but I could also lose myself at once and I didn't want that.“How long are you going to keep running away from me?” Rhys’s breath fanned my face and his words were low, husky like when he was aroused. That was what this was about then. The chase. “Are you afraid to be around me? Or are you afraid of how much I will make you scream in pleasure” He watched my pupils dilate, and my lips form a small line as I swallowed. His hands gripped me tighter but there was still distance between them, an inch at most. I needed him to touch me more and yet he couldn’t. I knew why. “Get off me” I pushed his hands away and he pulled back immediately. I took advantage of the slight break in contact to slip away from his grasp, leaving a wide gap between us before walking out of the door. He didn't stop me this time.Today, C
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
DarcyWe got back home, Rhys and I.By the time we returned, finding those photos was the last thing on my mind. We couldn't get to see Mr Stark as the doctor strictly advised against it. He insisted that the old man needed time to be monitored and need to rest properly without the bustle that came with visitors.I could not remember much from last night but when I woke up to a throbbing headache . It felt like someone was pounding on my skull with a giant hammer. My eyes were heavy and I could barely focus them. For some reason, I was in my bedroom- still in my bedroom. But I had the most bizarre feeling of déjà vu...“Relax” that musical voice told me. “You are safe now . No one will hurt you.” That voice… that beautiful yet cold voice was familiar to me somewhere...Rhys.My eyes that I had closed suddenly snapped open as I looked into his mesmerizing pair of sapphire eyes , staring back at me, as if he knew what I was going through.“No one is here to hurt you...”He repeated, rea