I stirred in my bed as the alarm clock that sat on the table, rang in my ears, disrupting that little moment of peace. I knew that my eyes had bags under them and that I was a hot mess. Speaking of hot, the weather had suddenly become a bit warm. Maybe so warm, that it had become slightly uncomfortable for me. Sitting on my bed, I rubbed my eyes before I caught sight of a mockingbird that had perched itself on my window's pane as if adding an ironic touch to the start of the day. It flew off almost immediately but that was just the least of my worries at the moment. I hate to admit it, but I genuinely felt concerned for Alistair. He had been rushed to the hospital last night by his assistant. His condition before he was taken away, broke my heart and it made me wonder what he was going through. He never appeared to me as a man, suffering from a trauma of any kind. Was it related to the girl he had killed? I walked over to the window, opening it to let in some fresh air. Since Alis
Alistair’s Pov My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing that greeted my senses was the sweet scent of jasmine. Before me stood a figure, its features slightly blurred. I could discern the feminine form, hinted by the presence of breasts on the chest. I could barely see her face as her hand stretched out and I felt a soft touch to my hair. Blinking a few times, I was finally able to make out the figure before me. She looked worried and my heart pounded fast against my chest at the realization. “What are you doing?” I asked and her eyes fell on mine. They popped out as if caught in a terrible act and she withdrew her hand in haste. “I…” She swallowed but I could barely hear what she was saying, as my attention was focused on my surroundings. I slowly sat up in the hospital bed, feeling the sterile sheets beneath me. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, and the soft hum of medical equipment filled the room. My surroundings were familiar, yet my mind was shrouded in confusi
What?Did he just say what I thought he did?A frown settled on my face as a mischievous smirk, dotted his face. I couldn’t help but feel a bit offended that he had the time to joke around after the way he had treated me last night. It made me wonder if maybe the whip had something to do with it. He probably must have whipped a few screw loose and that might have been the reason he had forgotten what had happened, as well.“Excuse me?” I said, my brows furrowed while expecting a response from him.“Why, did I stutter?” he replied and then I knew he meant what he had said, every single word.Pouting my lips in annoyance, I walked towards him with the bowl of grilled fish and potatoes. The delicious aroma wafted through the air, tempting my own taste buds despite the situation. As I reached him, I stilled for a moment, catching the subtle playfulness in his eyes, evident by the smirk that adorned his lips. His expression hinted at a mischievous challenge, daring me to go along with his
ALISTAIR’S POV“How are you feeling, sir Alistair?” The doctor asked while the nurses pulled out the syringe from my arm.I flashed him a reassuring smile, and he reciprocated the gesture before tapping on a pad in his hand. Glancing around the room, an hour had passed since I woke up, and there was still no sign of Chloe returning from wherever she had disappeared to.It made me wonder where she had been to and why.“What about her?” I asked as I couldn’t hold it much longer and the doctor stared at me with a raised brow before he nodded.“Oh, Mrs. Levon?” he asked and a subtle smile painted my lips.Mrs. Levon – the thought of her hearing such a thing probably left her embarrassed, and the realization that she might have already caught wind of it, with me absent to witness her likely irritated reaction, fueled a strong desire to kick myself.“I asked around and was told she had gone to see her mother.” He spoke, pulling me out of my thoughts while I nodded in understanding.I smiled
ALISTAIR’S POVWiping the blood streaking from my nose, I glared at my so-called brother with bloodshot eyes. The term “brother” held little resonance in this moment, given the frustration that stemmed from the realization that he had set me up.He knew his mother would be there. He knew she hated me and when I told him I wouldn’t make it to the dinner, he kept in persisting. Though he wasn’t at fault either as I choose to be present and wasn’t forced, I just needed someone to transfer my aggression to.“What are you all doing standing there?“ I asked as I tilted my head to the maids, that stood still as they watched the scene before them. “Get lost!“They all sauntered to their heels, moving out of the room in haste before I turned to look at my brother. He picked up a napkin from the dining table and wiped his bloody ass nose.“Are you mad at me or you foolish girl?“ He questioned and once again, my body moved on its own. Before I knew, I had gotten close to him and pulled him tight
I slowly began my ascend up the stairs while massaging my temples as the weight of grandfather’s request weighed heavily on me. After delivering the information, my brother had gone and had confided in me of the reason he had decided to show up, instead of sending someone over.He wanted me to know that he had no resentment towards me for how the dinner turned out and he knew I would believe him without doubt if he showed up himself and he also, wanted to inform me to take it. To accept my grandfather’s request and let Chloe go.Though I had no affection for her, I didn’t want to let her go just yet. She owed me for the watch and maybe twice more, since I had to rebuy it. Though I couldn’t equally refuse grandfather, I also knew that I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that I would be ending my contract with herMy first stop was her room and as I walked to the door, I could see the light within as the door was slightly opened. She laid on the bed, obviously engrosse
“Time for you to strip,” she playfully demanded and I eagerly complied. My dick was quite cramped inside my shorts and welcomed being released from the constricting clothes.“Onto the bed,” she said, pushing me down and guiding me on where to lie. Then she retrieved something from the drawer beside her bed but hid it from my view while she climbed into bed. I realized what she had taken from the drawer when she pushed my arms over my head and I felt handcuffs being placed around my wrists. She had run the cuffs through a spindle in the headboard and secured my hands to it. I was not going anywhere.“Let’s get something straight here,” she said sternly. “Today I get anything I want, right.”“Right,” I answered.“Well, as agreed you let me go to see my friend?”“Right,” I answered. This was a side of Chloe I had never seen or known she was capable of; forceful, dominant, and sexually aggressive. It scared me in a way, but I liked it.She took a blindfold from a bag on the ground and pla
CHLOE’S POV“You really are a virgin.” He said and a subtle smile painted my lips while my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, before I looked at his face.The smile vanished instantly, leaving no trace, much like it had appeared. His expression didn't show any sign of being impressed or satisfied by this realization; instead, a hint of horror crossed his face. His features crumpled as he repeated the same thing over and over as if it were a mantra.“I told you I don’t do virgins, Chloe.” He said and I could tell he was hurt but I was even more confused.I mean, I remembered mentioning my virginity to him earlier, and at that time, he had revealed his intentions. However, when I made a move on him later, he didn't refuse, and it seemed like he had forgotten his initial response. Now, the realization appeared to dawn on him. A frown formed on my face as I locked eyes with him.“How is that my fault?” I questioned. “I didn’t see you pushing me off you when I tried to help you jerk off,”
Chloe’s Pov I caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background. I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me. "Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a
Chloe’s Pov I caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background. I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me. "Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a
Chloe’s Pov I caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background. I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me. "Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a
Chloe’s Pov I caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background. I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me. "Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a
Chloe’s PovI caught Alistair’s gaze as he casually shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Glancing over at my mother, I couldn’t help but mirror his grin. Anxious thoughts raced through my mind as I pondered how she might react upon learning about my background.I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether she would embrace me or regard me with the same disdain as the rest of Alistair's family. Would she too label me a pauper and chastise Alistair for the supposed error of welcoming me into the family? "You're even more beautiful in person," she complimented, and I felt my cheeks flush as she enveloped me in a warm embrace.It was evident that someone had briefed her about me, and I had a strong suspicion that it was Alistair. The thought that he found me beautiful sent a thrill through me."Thank you," I managed to say once I found my voice, gently pulling away from the embrace and tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. "You look great as well," I complimented, earning a smi
CHLOE'S POVMy eyes were filled with bags from crying. Streaks of tears smeared on my cheeks as an evidence. My hands continuously tremble as I sat before the breakfast table, staring blankly at my coffee.My hair were dishevelled and even though Aspen as sent some attentants to give me a makeover, I had refused and chased them away. I was okay with the way I look and didn't want a make-up right at that moment.I was grieving and it was all thanks to Alistair. The only thought taht crossed my mind severally as I stared upon the bread knife that has dropped by the side of the mug, was killing Alistair and watching him die in his own pool of blood.Aspen as promised, had hidden me in one of his hotels. To make sure I was comfortable, he got me a phone and got a card prepared for me. He had assured me that the card had no tracking device in as he wasn't interested in wherever i went but I couldn't help but feel it was a lie.I had contemplated giving Kate a call but fought against it eve
CHLOE'S POVMy eyes were filled with bags from crying. Streaks of tears smeared on my cheeks as an evidence. My hands continuously tremble as I sat before the breakfast table, staring blankly at my coffee.My hair were dishevelled and even though Aspen as sent some attentants to give me a makeover, I had refused and chased them away. I was okay with the way I look and didn't want a make-up right at that moment.I was grieving and it was all thanks to Alistair. The only thought taht crossed my mind severally as I stared upon the bread knife that has dropped by the side of the mug, was killing Alistair and watching him die in his own pool of blood.Aspen as promised, had hidden me in one of his hotels. To make sure I was comfortable, he got me a phone and got a card prepared for me. He had assured me that the card had no tracking device in as he wasn't interested in wherever i went but I couldn't help but feel it was a lie.I had contemplated giving Kate a call but fought against it eve
Alistair’s Pov Amelie's uncle stood before me, a deep frown etched upon his face, his hands hidden behind his back. His disappointment was palpable, a silent rebuke for my recent display of disrespect towards Amelie and her family. I understood his reaction all too well. My actions had undoubtedly caused disappointment and strained relations within the family. It was still a surprise that grandfather had chosen not to include himself and simply stayed mute. While I was relieved that grandfather had refrained from intervening, a sense of unease lingered in the air. His threat loomed over me like a dark cloud, a reminder of the consequences of defying him. I wanted to believe that he would never carry out such a heinous act as harming Chloe, but I knew better than to underestimate him. grandfather was a man of his word, and his threats carried weight. He never made empty promises, and if pushed to the brink, he would not hesitate to follow through on his intentions. The unsettling
Alistair’s Pov Amelie's uncle stood before me, a deep frown etched upon his face, his hands hidden behind his back. His disappointment was palpable, a silent rebuke for my recent display of disrespect towards Amelie and her family. I understood his reaction all too well. My actions had undoubtedly caused disappointment and strained relations within the family. It was still a surprise that grandfather had chosen not to include himself and simply stayed mute. While I was relieved that grandfather had refrained from intervening, a sense of unease lingered in the air. His threat loomed over me like a dark cloud, a reminder of the consequences of defying him. I wanted to believe that he would never carry out such a heinous act as harming Chloe, but I knew better than to underestimate him. grandfather was a man of his word, and his threats carried weight. He never made empty promises, and if pushed to the brink, he would not hesitate to follow through on his intentions. The unsettling