“Wait, where did he get blood?” I asked myself but in a low tone. I prayed he hadn't started doing his mafia games again because he agreed to quit that as well. I put the shirt back on and walked to the sink. I splashed water on my face, and when I was done, I walked back to the bedroom. I glanced at Clinton, who was seated on a chair and working on his computer. He didn’t even bother to spare me a glance, as his eyes were fixed on the computer. I suspiciously scanned him as I wondered what he was hiding before I got in bed and focused on sleeping.I tried hard to fall asleep, but it didn’t happen. I kept turning and turning, my feet were sore. Damn, I wish I didn’t run that fast. I thought, and I abruptly got up.“I can’t sleep, my feet are sore,” I said without expecting his response.“Alright,” he said, his face still serious. He closed the computer, came to the end of the bed, and took my feet. He started giving them a massage, and I couldn’t help but lay my head against the head
I didn’t expect to see Jade here, we haven’t seen each other in two years. The last time I remember was at Mr. Smith’s birthday party, where he came with a beautiful model.“You know Jade right, he’s your husband’s nephew, I know it’s crazy, first the uncle and now the nephew, I’m...”"No, it’s not, love has no excuse.” I calmed her down as Jade approached us, she was freaking out. It just took me by surprise, as Layla was much older than Jade.“Hi, ladies?” He greeted her and surprisingly kissed her cheeks, she didn’t expect that, as she had a shocked expression on her face.“Mrs. Clinton?” Jade joked as he extended his hand for a handshake.“You will never grow up, will you?” I laughed but took his hand, and our eyes met, but I quickly looked away.“So did you ladies order?” He asked as he took his seat, his eyes looking nowhere else but me.“Well…”“I’m waiting for my water, the person I’m supposed to meet canceled, so I’ll be going soon,” I sidestepped Layla."No, you can stay, I..
“Mrs. Clinton?” The driver shook me out of my state.“Is everything okay?” He asked, and of course, he couldn’t recognize Clinton because he was dressed in black and covered most of his body.“Yes, please drive, I'll direct you,” I said, wiping away tears. As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn’t do it in front of people. He started the car, and I directed him to my house. When we arrived, I gave him his money and headed inside.“Mrs. Clinton.”“I will send you a text to the location so you can pick up the car,” I said to my driver, giving him the keys as I walked inside.“Mrs. Clinton, welcome home.” Matilda greeted.“Where are the kids?”“They are taking a nap, do you want to see them?”“Don’t you realize it’s almost four and they are still asleep?” I asked angrily.“I’m.. I didn’t.”“You didn’t what? Do you want my kids to get sick?” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith, I will quickly go.”“And now you want to wake them up?” I asked when she attempted to run to their bedroom, she looked confused
“I'm sorry,” I didn’t know what else to say.“Thank you, I just feel so stupid right now.”“Why?”“Because I thought I had a chance with him.”“Of course you do, I do not love him, I’m married, he will understand that and beg for your love,” I convinced her, and it seemed to be working as a little smile appeared on her lips.“I hope you’re right.”“I know I’m right,” I said, and she stood up.“You’re leaving already?”“Yes, I have a meeting,” she said, and I nodded.“Thanks for stopping by.”“Thank you for your kind words,” she said, and we hugged before she walked out. I walked to the kitchen and realized food was still set on the dining table.“Whose food is this?”“It’s for Mr. Clinton, he hasn't had breakfast,” Matilda said.“Okay, please put it away and prepare oats for him,” I said.“Oatmeal?” "Yes, oatmeal,” I confirmed as I sat down and started eating my food. I was hungry, I don’t even remember the last time I ate.“But Mr. Clinton does not like oatmeal.”“I know, and that’s
I was not really paying attention, as my mind kept thinking of worse scenarios when I bumped into someone.“I’m sorry, Mrs. Clinton,” said Matilda.“Wh—what are you doing this time?” I awkwardly asked, my eyes roaming.“I came to get water. Do you need something, Mrs. Clinton?” She asked me as her eyes looked in the direction in which my eyes were staring.“Let’s go,” I held her hand, and she looked confused but followed me.“Mrs. Clinton, where are we going?” She asked, but I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to go out alone at this time. Outside, I got in the driver's seat, and Matilda, just like taking a hint, got in the passenger's seat. She didn’t even ask any questions as she looked around in shock. I started the car and drove out. Luckily, the drivers were asleep, so there was no disturbance. Driving out, I spotted Clinton's car, he was driving at high speed. I ignored Matilda’s weird stare as I focused on following Clinton. My heart was racing, and I was not thinking straight.“Mr
~WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD~“Drink and then come to me,” I said, and he smirked without moving a muscle, “now!” I commanded, and he obeyed as he took the glass of champagne and gulped it down his throat before taking steps towards me.Reaching my side, he tried to reach for my lips, but I slightly pushed him off me. I stood up, faced him and my eyes stared into his, which were full of desire. I closed the little distance between our bodies, my thigh intentionally brushed against his skin, and my lips reached to his, he closed his eyes, as he took in deep breaths. I was staring at his face, he shivered out of pleasure. As his lips waited for mine, I got to his ear, making sure my breath fanned his skin, which I knew sent shivers down his veins. “Open your eyes,” I seductively whispered, and when he shot his eyes open, I slightly pushed him, which landed him on the bed. He was now lying on his back, his eyes looking at me, the smirk still on his lips.“Love,” he managed to say after
~CLINTON~I tried very hard to open my eyes, and when they finally did, I rubbed sleep off them and turned to my wife, only to see that she was not there. This was the first time I woke up to find her gone.“Love,” I jumped off the bed despite my head, which was hurting, like I had alcohol last night, it was just one glass. I walked to the bathroom, hoping to see my wife there, but she wasn't. I didn't expect her to be up this time, as after last night I thought she was tired. I got in the shower and cleaned up after I was done. I walked out with only a towel around my waistline as I walked to the wardrobe and got ready. When I reached my wrists and saw the marks the handcuffs left, I couldn't help but smile. I loved it when my wife got in control, although it was torture. I'm truly the luckiest man alive.“I have to tell her the truth,” I reminded myself as I was thinking of ways to tell her the truth.I concentrated on getting ready when a phone ring caught my attention. I walked to
~CLINTON~“What do you mean you're moving in? We didn't talk about this, Sophia.”“I know, I feel threatened staying there all alone with a child,” she said.“Okay, I'll call the guards to let you in, and ask Matilda to take you to a guest room,” I said, and I hung up and dialed one of the guards' numbers. As he picked, I instructed him to let Sophia and Sophie in, as I didn't want my daughter to be outside.After taking care of that, I drove straight home while trying Jessica’s phone. It did not take me much time to arrive back home, parking the car I walked inside.“Mr. Clinton,” Matilda greeted.“Where's Sophie?”"Oh, the little girl, she's with Grace and Clinton,” she responded, and my eyes looked around until they fell on Sophia, who was seated on the sofa with her legs crossed. She seemed to be watching TV as she had a glass of champagne in her hands."Okay,” I said, and I attempted to walk but stopped midway. "Matilda, you are the one who wakes up early, are you sure you didn't
I gently squeezed her hands and asked, “What did she say?”“Nothing, she only apologized and told me she's going to seek help,” she said. Even though she tried to hide her pain, I could still tell she was hurting for her—Sophia was her mother after all."Okay, that's good. What did you tell her?”“Nothing, I ended the call in her ear.”“Kiki…”"No, Mom, Sophia is an evil person, she doesn't deserve anyone's forgiveness.”“True, what Sophia did was bad.”“Not bad, separating a mother and child is unforgivable, talk of the pain Layla went through, no, I can't forgive her.”“I understand, I'm not saying what she did was right, no, Sophia caused not only Layla but all of us pain. What I'm saying is that everyone deserves a second chance, especially if they are willing to accept and work on their mistake,” I explained, and she nodded. “You might not be ready by now, but I'm sure one day you will.”“But…”“She will always be the woman who gave birth to you, you will forgive her someday,” I t
~JESSICA~I looked around and saw that the whole family was there even Jade who was holding his baby.“Jessica, come here,” Mrs. Smith said, taking me in her arms. I was confused. The last time we were together, she was not pleased with me, she blamed me for Clinton’s conditoin—when Accardo shot him, she even threatened to force him to divorce me if it weren't for the kids. “I hope all is well?” she asked as we pulled away. I only nodded, as I was sure my breath was still full of alcohol. I didn't want to give her a reason to judge me.“Clinton, my boy,” Mr. Smith said, taking Clinton in his arms. When I pulled away from Mrs. Smith's arms, I walked to Mr. Smith, who also took me into his arms. I didn't stay for long in Mr. Smith's arms. "Oh, my baby, look at you,” Mrs. Smith said, walking to Jade. The baby was crying, so she took him from his arms.I turned to Grace, who was chatting with Layla, her daughter-in-law. “Good evening, Grace,” I said, and they both stood to their feet, Gra
~JESSICA~He didn't say anything, he instead sped up and I said, “Clinton, I'm just joking.”“No, you're not, now I understand why you acted like you couldn't see me when those girls talked to me,” he said, and I looked out the window.Since Clinton drove at a fast speed, it only took a few minutes to reach the house. I got out first, and Clinton followed behind. “What did I even do that you played such a trick on me?”“Nothing, you didn't do anything, Clinton, I thought you were bored and wanted some entertainment since I know a cellphone always bores you,” I said, he fastened his steps and I fastened mine—making sure he didn't catch up with me.“I didn't tell you I was bored, what could have happened if I entertained them?”“I knew you wouldn't, that's why I did it,” I said, and this time I reached our bedroom. I almost removed my dress, but before I knew it, I was pinned against the wall.“Do you know what got me angry?” He asked.“Yes, they called me pretty.”“And it's only me tha
~JESSICA~“Clinton, how are you? H-how is Kiara?“She's fine, why did you call?” Clinton harshly asked.“I'm glad, and Jessica, how is she?”“She's fine too. Do you have anything to actually say because I'm busy?”“Yes, I want to apologize for everything. I know what I did is unforgivable, especially stealing Sophie from Layla and using her against you. I shouldn't have done that.”"Yes, you shouldn't have.”“I caused another woman pain, I didn't want to accept that what we had or what I thought we had was over, and Jessica,” her voice cracked. I grabbed the phone from Clinton.“Hi Sophia, it's okay, we…” I paused and looked at Clinton, who didn't look happy. “We forgive you and Kiara, she might not forgive you now, but she will, she just needs time.”“Thank you, Jessica, you are such a good person.”“You are good too, you saved Clinton,” I told her, and after bidding goodbye, she ended the call, and we walked toward the entrance.“Why are you such a good person after what Sophia did t
~JESSICA~~LONDON~~A WEEK LATER~“Come on, Clinton, she told me he is a friend,” I argued and took a sip of my glass of water as I watched my husband chop vegetables.“I don't care, she can't be friends with boys.” “Kiara is smart, I don't think anyone can play her.” I placed the glass on the counter and leaned on the counter.“Play her, okay, that's it, she's coming back, they will be going to school from the house,” he said, sounding serious.“And you think that will stop her? She will still be going to school.”“At least I will monitor her every move.” He was worried about Kiara's new friend, they came over yesterday for dinner, and because he was a boy, he thought it was dangerous, as he didn't want anyone to play her heart. I trusted Kiara, she was smart, and I knew no one could play her.“I won't let you do that.”“Love, you don't understand boys, they like to experiment and do funny things, I don't want that to happen to my daughters.”“Says a man with three sons.” I rolled my
~JESSICA~I struggled to open my eyes because of the little dim light that was foreign to my eyes. My room's curtain was black because I hated sun rays, so this was definitely not my room.“Stand by the window; she hates light!” I heard Clinton's voice, and I shot my eyes open. “Thank God you're awake, I was getting worried.” He ran to my side and took my hands into his. I looked at him, confused, before my eyes roamed to take in my surroundings.It was a small room, everything was white, and by the ceiling, I easily figured we were on a yacht. I sat up and looked at him, confused.“Do you need anything—juice, water—are you hungry?” He asked, and I shook my head.“My kids—where are my kids?”“They are safe,” he responded, and then turned to the man who covered the little window, and he took a hint as he walked out.“Accardo, what happened to him?”“He's arrested, Jardin called the FBI, and he will be locked up for at least some years, as knowing him, he might buy his freedom.” He respo
~JESSICA~The priest started the ceremony, and my eyes somehow found their way to the door. I knew no one could save me as I locked up the only person who could, but I still hoped he found a way.I didn't want to marry Accardo, Clinton was my husband, he will always be the man I love, and marrying another man was wrong. I knew this was for the best, so I blinked away the tears and looked back at the priest, who asked us to hold hands.“You are mine, no one will come and save you now, even if they try. My guards surround the church. They won't hesitate to shoot anyone who was not invited.” He grabbed my hands and held them so tight that I started to feel pain.“I can work for you without needing to marry you,” I stuttered as my eyes landed on the rings.“I know, but I also want to teach that bastard a lesson, he's the reason I couldn't succeed in getting rid of you and your sister. That bastard has been getting on my nerves. I can't wait to send him our wedding pictures,” he said, and t
~JESSICA~“I'm sorry,” I ran my hand through my hair, not knowing how to defend myself."Sorry, cannot fix this, I'm so disappointed in you.” I didn't respond because what was there to say? I betrayed him, but only because I thought he cheated on me. “We have five kids, five kids, and you just went ahead and slept with another man?”“I thought you cheated on me.”“That is not an excuse, I have never cheated on you, and I never slept with anyone since I met you, but you—you keep betraying my love.” He sounded both angry and disappointed. That was true, Clinton never slept with anyone since we met, he only hired a stripper that time, and still, that stripper only gave him head, and that time we were not together.“I don't know what you want me to say. I'm sorry, okay.”“How many times?” He cut me, and I was once again on my feet, face-to-face, with him.“Clint I…”“How many times, Jessica, how many times did that bastard touch you?” He shouted.“One, it only happened once, we were both d
“When do you want the delivery, ma’am?”“Now, I want it now, if you please.”“Alright, just say out your address, and it will be delivered to you within a few minutes,” she said, and I gave her the house address before I ended the call, just like magic Clinton appeared.“Who were you talking to?” he suspiciously asked, and I shook my head.“No one, hehe, did you get it?” “Yes, do you need anything else?” He asked, and I looked down. He had, like, ten packets of pads in his hands.“Why did you bring all this?” I laughed.“I didn't know which one you preferred, and you have like ten different brands, I didn't want you to send me away again,” he said, walking toward me."Okay, it's fine, j–just take them to the guest bathroom, I will be there,” I nervously said. I wanted him to be far away so I could go and receive the delivery.“Are you sure?”“Yes, I'm very sure, please.” I made a pitiful look, and he looked at me suspiciously before he spoke.“Can I get a kiss for being such a wonderf