JakeWhat the fuck just happened.My heart was pounding and my head was spinning, I swore I would protect her from this and I failed they had pulled her from my arms. I had held onto her so tightly I knew I left bruises. I felt guilty for that and everything else.The dick head of a policeman forbade me from coming down saying that as I was her husband I wasn’t able to represent her as her attorney. I almost decked him one if James and Daniel hadn’t been there to pull me off him I would have.The second her car disappeared I told them to find out where they were taking her I ran upstairs I need to feel like I was doing something productive. It was late but I didn’t give a shit I called the number again and again until he picked up.‘Get your ass out of bed I need you!’ I yelled running my hands through my hair, every second counted I needed to know where she was, I needed to fucking see her to know if she was okay.I knew she fucking wasn’t.That looks she gave me before they took her
StephanieI had been so happy to see Jake there in that room, I felt like I hadn’t breathed until I saw him held him. He came for me he really came!He was my life line I had held onto him for as long as I could I didn’t miss the exchanged between him and Todd the expression on his face as his jaw tensed when the guard came back in. I clutched onto his words like a life line.‘I’m not leaving without you,’‘I will always find you,’‘Just a few more hours,’I replayed them over and over again in my mind, they brought me comfort he was here.Don’t get me wrong I was still scared out of my mind but knowing he was just the other side of the budling helped. The guard pulled the door open the heavy metal door clanging.‘I wouldn’t get too comfortable doll,’ he said as he ushered me in closing then locking the door behind me. Was he being sarcastic? This concreate cell had a bucket and a hollowed-out metal frame for a bed. No wonder I had woke up on the floor.It was lighter now; I could act
The man before me was a sex god. Never had I seen someone ooze so much power and sex appeal. The term sex on legs was definitely given because of him. Even through his tailored suits I could see his muscles flex, his broad shoulders taking up the whole room, his chiseled jaw and those long-toned legs did things to a girl.Whenever I was alone with him, I could barely look him in the eye without my whole-body trembling in delight and fear. His deep masculine voice would send a shiver to my core making my pussy clench. His cold hard stare and expressionless handsome face was the only thing that kept me from begging him to fuck me. ‘On your hands and knees,’ he whispered behind my ear his lips brushing my skin, I obeyed him immediately a shiver ran through my body. His hand smoothed over my back as it arched into him. The skirt I was wearing was far too short riding up over my hips and any moment now he would see the wet patch on my lace thong forming. My cheeks were already flushed wi
My first week at Summers & Co Law firm was almost complete, it had been one hell of a week. It was Friday lunchtime, and the office was beginning to wind down. At least that was the case for everyone else. For me I still had far too many more hours to go.I was the personal legal assistant to the CEO Jake Summers. Despite his name sounding warm and friendly the man in person was anything but. I have never gone home from a day at work and cried so much in my life. If it wasn’t for the ridiculous pay, I would have quit Monday morning at 9.01am. That’s how much of a despot he is!One minute was all I needed to know that Jake was going to make my life a living hell.His list of ever-growing demands were insane. If the tiniest thing was wrong, he would have a fit. I understood why so many of his previous personal legal assistants had quit. I would have been one of them two. If it weren’t for the money. Somedays I wasn’t even sure the money was enough.I know your probably thinking that tha
I smiled at her message just what I need, shots of tequila to wash away this horrid week. I didn’t really have the money to go out after all my expenses despite the huge salary it just about covered everything I needed. Going out was now seen as a luxury, a year ago I wouldn’t have batted an eye at dancing the night away.But a lot can change in a year.I made my way back home, well the home I could afford right now.It was a studio apartment but that was putting it nicely. I had to sell so much stuff that the room consisted of a few clothes, a futon that I slept on, a small countertop, I had bought one of those plugins one hob things most people use for camping, a microwave, there was a rail for my clothes and a loo next to the hob. If I did star jumps, I could reach both walls with my fingertips it was that small.No apartment in London is cheap but for this box of a room I had the privilege to be in, for the small price of £2,000 a month, the only plus was all bills included even W
I looked at myself in the mirror the silver chain mail dress draped across my body, it was everything and more that I remembered, short a slit up the sides, backless with a deep v, if a strong gust of wind came my way, I’d flash a lot of people.I pulled my slick pony back and examined my make up I wanted something clean subtle eye line, lashes of mascara and gloss. I grabbed a matching silver clutch bag and my leather jacket as I waited for the uber to arrive.It was just after 9 when the uber arrived, making my way to smokes I messaged the girls so they knew I was almost there, can never be too careful these days.Smokes was a small east London club, it was dark and cool, they had great cocktails the music blasting the best tunes so you could have a good dance, it was the perfect place to head to on a Friday night, especially after a bad week.Sabrina met me by the entrance as we walked in, she was stunning as always, matched me in her gold dress that matched mine, she wore her hair
I awoke the next morning with a banging headache, I scrunch my eyes rolling onto my side. I don’t remember drinking that much I can’t have been that hungover?My eyes flutter open, and I can hear the banging clearly, oh god it’s my front door. It’s probably my landlady asking about the rent … what excuse can I give her this time?I look down finding I am still wearing my dress from last night, I take out the compact mirror from my purse, in my reflection are puffy panda eyes and my hair is sticking up in places. Great.‘Coming,’ I shout out as the banging gets louder, I grab a make up wipe cleaning up my face, so I look less like a drunken mess.I chuck a robe on heading for the door, the banging continues, and I’m half worried the door is about to burst down. I open the door a crack to find Karen and Jasper her handyman/ lover? Behind her. He’s definitely the later given by the state of disrepair this place is.He’s late forties beginning to go bald on the top of his brown hair, he a
Monday whipped around before I felt like I had blinked. Why are the weekends always so short? My eyes adjusted to the light of dawn a time I was become far to accustomed to for my liking. I took my time getting ready, I was begging to run out of clean clothes and would have to make a trip to the laundry mat sooner than later. I pulled on a silk shirt and skirt, brushing my hair to make sure there were no knots. I played with the ends, I was going to need a haircut soon, I wonder if I can push that a little longer? I applied some under eye concealer, a touch of powder and blush before taking a look at myself. It will have to do, I packed a few items into my handbag I’ll probably have to do a few touch ups later. I grabbed my purse, keys and phone. Which it seems I forgot to charge last night, perfect. Packing the charger as well, I pulled on my shoes and jacket. Once in the office I headed straight to the kitchen to make myself and Jake a coffee. It’s the one task he no longer ber