Sammy is in love. I should be over the moon for her, but I've got a gloomy feeling in my gut that doesn't want to go away. It's all Alessandro's fault. I was okay before I met him. Dead inside, but okay. I didn't care about sex and the male body or spending time with someone. I had Phoebe, and I had Sammy, and that was more than enough for me. But he just had to barrel his way into my life, make me want him, make me trust him. Now, all I'm getting is scraps of his time and attention. He just wants everything, but what is he giving in return? He can take all of this material stuff. What use is it if the person doesn't come with it? "And he's so funny!" Sammy gushes on. "I've never met someone like him!" I smile and nod at her, so I don't look like a jealous asshole, even though I am. Evan is a busy guy. He owns the biggest social media networks in the world, but he's making time to wine and dine Sammy and spend real time with her. Not dinners, all for show. I see Kevin waiting f
Calmness settles over me, that place my brain goes to when I'm in danger. I secretly love being in that headspace. When I get like this, I'm super focused, my brain thinks even more analytically than usual, and I see solutions clear as day. Right now I have limited options. The doors are locked and being controlled by the driver. I know for a fact the windows are bulletproof, so I can't smash it to get through. I can hit him from behind, but he's driving really fast, it might cause an accident. Right now an accident sounds like a good idea, especially if I might be on my way to my death. I might survive an accident, I might not survive what this guy has planned. I'm gonna have to take my chances, be smart, and act as if I'm really scared. "What are you going to do with me?" I hope I sound very petrified, when in fact I'm searching in my bag while I'm talking. "That's not up to me sweetheart." He looks at me in the rearview mirror. "I'm just doing my job." Is that regret I
"Wait for me in the car." Alessandro instructs, and I do as I'm told. I watch as he speaks to the men and gets my bag from the backseat. What the hell are they even going to tell the cops? There must be some evidence left behind. I was abducted, sure, but Alessandro did just kill two men, and so did I. This is where my calmness starts evaporating and panic sets in. I should've thought this through before I stabbed the guy in the neck. Alessandro's face looks grim as he approaches the Mustang. I think we might be in deep shit. "What happens now?" I ask as soon as he gets inside the car. "Are we going to wait for the police?" Something like this has to be reported, right? He starts the car and leaves with the same screeching tires he arrived with. "No, the clean-up crew is almost here. This isn't a matter for the police, those guys were from the Bratva." "The Bratva?" I frown. "Russian mafia. The question is, why the fuck would a member of the Bratva try to stall a business deal
"What are you doing?" I'm standing in the open doorway of Sammy's bedroom, watching as she's busy gathering her stuff, suitcases open on her bed. She's avoiding my gaze. "I'm moving out." "You're what!" I exclaim. "What the hell?" "I can't do this anymore, okay?" There's sorrow in her eyes when they eventually meet mine. "I love you, I do, but I almost died on Saturday thinking of what could have happened to you." I cross my arms over my chest in defense. "But nothing happened to me. I'm fine. Alessandro and his men got me out quickly." "That's not the point!" She cries out, throwing her arms in the air. "You were abducted right in front of my eyes. I can't willingly watch you go down this rabbit hole! I'm out!" I'm completely blindsided. "You're my best friend, there is no out!" "Yes, there is." She wipes a lone tear from her cheek. "I'm sorry, but I just can't be a part of this world with you. I'm not like you and Phoebe, you guys are hardcore and you've accepted this
It's only past ten at night when Alessandro walks through my bedroom door. Quite early compared to recent times. I put the book I was reading down on the nightstand. "Hey, everything okay?" He looks exhausted like he hasn't slept in days. And maybe he hasn't. I must really be a psycho because I haven't had any trouble falling asleep after Saturday. He takes off his jacket without looking at me. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He still sleeps beside me every night, but he's distant. I know he feels guilty for what happened to me, but I'm alive and unharmed. Why can't he just get over that? "Are you talking about Sammy?" I sigh. "I'll still see her around campus. She made the best choice for herself." "And you don't resent me for that?" He's still not looking at me while he's getting undressed, and it's unnerving me. "Why would I resent you?" I frown. "You didn't make her move out." "But yet she did move out because of me, no?" "Do you want me to blame you for Sammy moving out
"No more." I whimper, trying to close my legs. I'm still tired from last night, and extremely sore and swollen, but Alessandro pays my protests no mind as he lifts my leg over his hips. "One more." He whispers, his hand rubbing titillating circles on my clit. I'm full of cum, I lost count of how many times he came inside of me after the third time. It's unbelievable how insatiable he is after he withheld himself from me for weeks after we had sex for the first time. How is it possible that he can even still be hard? His fingers move past the swollen flesh of my labia and I groan out loud. "I love how wet you are, how my cum is dripping out of your pussy." His dirty words are making me hot, but I'm so tired, my limbs numb from all the positions I've been in. At this rate, I'm really going to have to start exercising or something. I moan loudly when he feeds his cock inside me from behind. "Sshhhh." He whispers. "Phoebe must be sleeping. Do you want her to know how I'm fu
The new apartment is absolutely stunning. It's on the penthouse floor, so I don't even wanna know how much it costs. It has exposed brick walls and high, exposed beam ceilings, and way too freaking big for two people to live in. It has a stunning view of the park and the lights of the city twinkle brightly through the large windows. "Wow." Phoebe's mouth hangs open. Fucking wow indeed. This is the type of place you strive to live in one day, when you're really successful in your career and you finally feel like you've made it. It's further away from campus, but I'm no longer allowed to walk anyways, so it doesn't really matter. It just feels like too much, though. The other apartment was much smaller and more suitable for students. "This is like a full-blown home!" Phoebe walks the expanse of the open-plan apartment. The kitchen. dining room and living room are all in one, but it's large and freaking beautifully furnished. "Oh my god, I could live here forever!" Phoebe laughs and
An older gentleman gapes up at me where he's sitting across from Alessandro as I open the door without so much as a knock. Alessandro, on the other hand, doesn't seem too surprised by my presence, although his eyes hungrily take me in. Why in the world would he want to punish us both? "Charles, this is Farrah Simpson. Farrah, this is my Chief Financial Officer." Alessandro introduces us with a slight smile playing on his mouth. The introduction pisses me off even more. Just Farrah Simpson, is that all I am to him?"Oh, you're Farrah!" Charles smiles charmingly at me. "It's nice to meet you. I'll leave you two to it." "Thank you, Charles, I'll come see you when I've dealt with Miss Simpson." Dealt with Miss Simpson? Someone must have a death wish today. We stare intensely at each other while waiting for Charles to leave and close the door behind him. "This is a nice surprise." Alessandro is the first to break the silence. "Is it?" I take the deed out of my Prada purse that Phoe