Pamela's p.o.vI didn't know how I always ended up with psychopaths. Were they really my type or I just had bad taste?It felt like hours had passed before Royal walked back into the room with a tray of food in hand."You're still up, good" He said as he placed the food on the table. He was in sweatpants and a hoodie, fully clothed as he should be."What did you expect? That I'd be passed out like sleeping beauty, you've caged me like a fucking prisoner!" I yelled, pulling against the cuffs."I've been gone an hour, Pamela," He said. Well, it felt like more."Relax, I'm taking them off now" He announced as he approached me."Do not tell me to "relax", Royal you can't just pin me down like this!" I yelled and he smirked."I didn't ask you to invade my thoughts, body and soul but you did anyways so I'd say we're getting even although I know we never will because you love that asshole" He said and I scrunched my face."Charles is not the asshole, he might as well be the only sane man I k
Pamela's p.o.vOne evening turned into three days in Royal's house. I didn't know what else to do aside from watching TV and eating.Royal had locked me back in his room after I threatened to call the cops and he even took my cell phone away. Other than that, he hadn't made any advances towards me."You know this is ridiculous" I said to him when he came out of the shower that evening in nothing but a towel as usual."What is?" He asked, drying his messy hair with a towel. After three straight days of staring at him, I'd admit that I was turned on."Everything about this, if you love me like you said you do then let me go…please" I said."Not yet," He said."Not yet? What? Is there some time frame or something?" I asked."Yes, mine" He said and headed to his closet.Okay then.I got out of bed and pulled my t-shirt over my head.I was working the button of my short when Royal walked back out still in nothing but that towel and raised a brow at me."What are you doing?" He asked, stari
Pamela's P.O.VDid I just kill Royal?Okay I was being dramatic, I didn't even hit him that hard. Maybe I did but he would survive. He had to, I wouldn't get away with killing Royal Markinson. I checked for a pulse to be sure I hadn't just ended Royal's life before I got off him and quickly dressed up. I tried to ignore my shaky hands and racing heart as I gathered my belongings then grabbed the house keys then I searched for my phone and found it in the bedside drawer. I took the last glance at Royal's pretty face before I ran out of the house and ubered to my apartment.I couldn't stay there though, not when this place belonged to Royal so I began to pack all of my belongings to say goodbye to this place for now.I examined myself in the mirror and touched up my hair and makeup so I wasn't showing up at Charles' apartment looking like a fucking lunatic before I left.When I got to Charles' house, I was let through because his workers knew me well and they informed him of my arrival
Pamela:Charles took me to the kitchen then he placed me on the island table, sealing my mouth with a kiss.He walked to a cabinet, and took out a nearly folded apron, then he put it on and tied the ropes across his waist. The way he did everything looked sexy, and for some reason it turned me on. I found myself biting my lips at what he was doing.I almost forgot the fact that I knocked out someone and he was probably in a coma. I was a shitty person, but I hoped I would be able to buy myself enough time to escape this mess I had gotten myself in."So, how does my lady like the smell of the food simmering hot?" Charles asked, walking over to me.He placed his hands by my side, trapping me in between. "It smells nice but I do not judge a book by its cover or what it smells like," I said, and the smirk on his face fell.I wasn't trying to give a huge blow to his ego but he was getting full of himself, and if we hadn't made up he would boast on how he learnt to cook after we separated.
Pamela's p.o.vThe following day, Charles gave me his credit card and took me shopping."Let's see it then, baby" I heard Charles' voice from inside the dressing room and I rolled my eyes as I walked out in a short black gown.We'd been or rather I'd been trying out clothes for the past twenty minutes and I hadn't found one that I liked."What do you think?" I asked, giving him a full spin. He was sitting on one of the lounge chairs and sipping his martini.Charles sat up from his position on the chair and took off his black shades, he looked so sexy in them I wanted to pull him in the dressing room."You look sexy" He said as he rose to his feet and walked up to me then tilted my jaw up whilst his dark eyes lingered on my cleavages.I shut my eyes as he caressed my cheek with the side of his hand then trailed his hand down through my neck to stop right above my cleavages.I gasped and grabbed his hand gently. "Stop! We're in public" I scolded. The sales lady was literally standing a
Charles' p.o.vThis woman was definitely going to be the death of me. Of course I couldn't just leave her in a fucking night club at 11pm and go home.I kept my cool because she didn't just walk into any random club. It was Club Zero and it belonged to a friend of mine, I'd been here a few times.The club was full of young bloods drinking, dancing and grinding against each other. It was a huge club, the disco ball and neon lights lit the place up. The music was too loud and that was why I preferred the VIP section.I took my time to search the crowd for Pamela.I caught sight of her back, she was sitting at the bar. One of the bartenders whom I knew was standing before her and speaking to her and I could tell she was laughing at something he said from the way her shoulders shook. I wondered what the fuck was so funny.I kept my eyes on Pamela as I made my way to her through the crowd."She said that?" Pamela conversed loudly as I approached and stood behind her.Fred, the bartender, op
Charles' p.o.v"It is so beautiful" Pamela said as she looked around slowly, taking in the room.The room had a bar, a strip pole, a chaise lounge, and some paintings which I requested."Is this like your own room or something?" Pamela asked as I walked to the bar. The excitement was evident in her voice."Kind of" I said."Cool" She said and I smirked. I liked that she was impressed.I sipped my martini and watched as she walked to the pole gripped it, running her hand up and down. I imagined that it was my cock and I got even more swollen."What are you doing?" I asked huskily as I leaned against the bar and Pamela looked at me. Her cheeks reddened under my gaze and she looked away."I didn't know there were strippers here," She said.Like I said, it was a huge club. You'd have to request their services if you wanted them."There are," I said and she nodded."So you have had girls in here?" She asked."I wouldn't have requested a room otherwise" I said and she frowned.I chuckled. S
Pamela's p.o.vWhen I woke up the next morning, I was alone in Charles' room with no clue how I got there. The last thing I remembered was having sex in the club.I noticed that I wasn't in the same clothes I had on last night which meant Charles must have helped me out of them. Good thing he didn't go home like I told him to because I didn't know where I'd have been otherwise.Grinding against some guy? I mean it was something I would do any other night but this time I was with Charles and I didn't even consider the fact that he was there. My little conversation with Julio messed me up and I was acting a little crazy because I wanted to escape from my thoughts. Luckily, sex with Charles helped block my thoughts for that period of time.My eyes darted to the clock on the side table and it read 8am so I hurried out of bed to get ready for work. My boss being awake before me was not good.Once I was ready, I headed downstairs and on my way downstairs, I spotted my gift from Julio hangin