" Did I make myself clear Genevieve ?" Genevieve shot her head up to see the elderly woman who had just judged her book again .
" yes Mrs Trunk I will make effective adjustment ." Genevieve responded quickly even though she had not been listening throughout to Mrs . Trunk's complaint about her book .Stuck writing her first novel , being an editor and amateur photographer. This was just another heartbreak from Mrs .Trunk for her , for today she expected an acceptance at least but it was still the same response Mrs. Trunk gave every time and she did not bother to listen as she knew already."So until you perfectly portray the feeling of unending and undying love in your two main characters Miss Newton , I am sorry I will have to keep rejecting your book. I am sure you are aware about our company high volume of book submission so I might have to tell you this , we will only give you just this last chance ."Those words fell on her shoulders like she was about to crumble , she took a step in deep pain. She held herself firmly trying not to fall ." Thank you Mrs. Trunk , I promise to do a better job ."Genevieve bowed before she stepped out since the old woman did not have anything to say to her anymore . Getting outside the small room , she saw her ex best friend Belinda Grant standing just outside the door ." you were eavesdropping ." Genevieve knew how Belinda will do everything to let her down . Belinda has always been good as a writer unlike her . Belinda was currently one of the top selling New York writers worldwide , one of the best and richest . This has always been Belinda's dream since school days and she was very happy for her. Until they drifted apart for no reason according to Genevieve ." you think I am jobless to want to pry into your boring life , you flatter yourself Genny ." Belinda laughed sarcastically as she stood akimbo . And the fact that she called Genevieve Genny was one reason she laughed so loudly too . She knew how Genevieve hated been called Genny." will you atleast excuse me ,I have better things to do rather than wasting my time with you ." Genevieve said as she made her way to leave ." wait I have something for you ." Belinda said as she brought out her new book from her bag " this is an invitation to my new book signing . I am sure you don't want to miss out honey ."Genevieve hesitated for a while before she took the book , she knew Belinda was not doing this genuinely and definitely up to something she could not predict ." Nice shoes Genny." Belinda grinned before she knocked on Mrs.Trunk's door .Genevieve looked at her shoe , and it was then she realised her heels were pulling out and almost broken , she wasn't the dress up person like Belinda . Only that she had the nicer body ." Thank you ." She responded before Belinda went into Mrs. Trunk's office .Frustrated with anger she threw her own book against the wall angrily . She definitely needed to focus on her photography now more than anything . She will give up on the dream of writing and do other things too . Writing made her have less time to date nor enjoy good food she craved as she was always busy .Tears fell from her eyes as she tried to move , it was sad because she wanted this dream more than Belinda , she put a lot of effort rather than Belinda or maybe she didn't she thought .As she took a step the heels finally went off , she picked the shoes up miserably as she began to work out of the company barefooted , she saw lot of eyes on her but she didn't mind , she was too sad to bother about a broken shoe or working without one right now .She took it off quickly without embarrassment .Outside the company she saw a car packed outside and immediately she felt more embarrassed than she could imagine , for peter sake she wondered what her boyfriend was doing there at that moment . And then she remembered she had told him her book will definitely be accepted today and they needed to celebrate it .She wanted to run away but she could not , she waited as Nash Westford came down from his car happily , she did not want to spoil his mood as he was so delighted to see her without the book thinking it has been accepted ." congratulations honey ." he said as he hugged her tightly " let eat every good food you want to eat honey ." he said as he led her towards the car happily .This was one thing about him that wasn’t cool , he just never wait for her response before he talks." But first you need a new shoe ."She didn't want to ruin the moment so she forced herself to smile like she was very happy . She will tell him later when she could for she didn't want to ruin his mood either ." I will eat everything nice today honey ." she responded quickly as she entered the car confused about Nash's intentions as he was more than unusually dressed.They reached the restaurant after they had both branched at a shoe store to buy her a pair of shoe . He led the way inside, requesting a quiet table“You’re going to love this place.”They were shown to a candlelit table near the back, in a more secluded location. He ordered Champagne. Again Genevieve became confused about Nash’s intentions. She told herself she was reading too much into it; although they have only been dating since two months, she thinks she loves him and if he was too then they were doing nothing wrong. But though he was gorgeous and seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, she didn’t feel drawn to him when all she could feel was Daniel’s absence in her life. She and Nash had barely dated three month and if it was what she was thinking . It better not happen as she was still in love with her ex Daniel .Nash kept the conversation light, talking more about the different characters in his office, entertaining her with humorous anecdotes about them, funny stories about things that had happened in the office over the last couple of days, things that she needed to know about his work according to him . Talk inevitably turned to work as they waited for their food. Perhaps he had picked up on her reticence to talk on a more personal level."Are you enjoying it here?” he asked her.“Yes, it’s a great team.”“work ’s pretty demanding though, I bet?”“it certainly is.” She was thankful it was dark; sure her face would have given away some truth as to exactly how much she feels irritated right now. And having understood the situation right now , she just couldn’t deal. Too much happening today and now Nash wants to bring his everytime work talk into this date or whatever it was. She wish he understood what dates were about. And soon he is going to bring up her ex , Daniel who is her boss and his friend, a very complicated relationship she had.she drank from the glass of wine before she looked up at Nash's obvious next topic“You know, apparently Daniel had an assistant before you for so long. I don’t know how she managed. She stayed there until she retired.”“Wow.”she manage to respond , how he did not notice how unnecessary the conversation was almost made her puke“Yeah, I think she worked for his Father before him.”“Ok. Did you know Daniel’s Father?”“Oh, no, I think he died many years ago.”“Oh, that’s a shame.”“He built up an amazing Empire.”“Oh.”“He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. He’s very generous.”“Really?”“Yeah. He’s got a ruthless reputation in Business. That’s how he stays at the top. Suits me just fine.”“I’m sure it does.”Nash was clearly a big fan of Daniel." you seem to know too much about Daniel? ."" yes we use to be very good friends, maybe still ."“ oh I just keep forgetting.”Not long after their food came and they ate in silence for a while ,Genevieve prayed silently that he doesn't do what she was expecting as she was not ready for any sort of proposal right now .They ate in silence for a while until Nash spoke again." so I ..."" I should leave now , let's talk tomorrow Nash, I just got a text from Ash she really needs my help ASAP ." Genevieve cuts him off sharply as she stood up with her bag" But you hardly touched your food, at least let me drop you off." Nash said as he stood up too" I am fine , I need to go home now . I will see you tomorrow Nash. " She raced outside the restaurant before he could say anything else .Genevieve hopped into the first cab she saw quickly without hesitation for she was not ready to give Nash an explanation.******" you have a shoot tomorrow morning ." Ash Beverly said quickly when she saw her friend walk in ." cancel it . I need a break right now, I am trying to sort my messy life Ash ." Genevieve responded quickly as she sat down on the sofa beside Ash trying to hold back her tears ." Did that old witch reject your book again ." Ash asked as she sat upright ." she said my book still needed to perfectly portray the feeling of unending and undying love in the two main characters." Tears flowed from her eyes as she told her story to Ash ." Do you think she is lying ?."" you know I don't read but I am sure you did well."" I will take a break and focus on my photography for now . I don't think I want to write anymore ." Genevieve stretched her length on the sofa as she grieved silently." You can do this Genevieve I believe in you, you can figure it out honey."" I am sorry but I don't want to try anymore .''" I have an idea though but that’s if you do not mind."" what’s that ?"" go on a vacation to an island or somewhere nice ."" what has that gotten to do with me and my bad writing Ash ?."" I am sure you will find new ideas there and meet new people talk to them about their love life and I am sure you might even find love too ."" I have someone in my life Ashhhhh !."" really , we both know you are not in love with Nash . You are with him because ..."" it is fine Ash , I will think about it sometime ." upset that she just remembered how she treated Nash that night made her feel so bad again , again Ash just said she didn't love him , all she had for him was using him pass time which was very obvious q. Who she really wanted was her boss Daniel Hastings who was now dating her ex best friend after they broke up . " I am sorry Genevieve but I really want you to be happy ." Ash said quietly" Nash almost proposed to me today ." she said quickly " I am not sure , I only guessed though , I left before we could finish the dinner because I was not going to say yes and breaking his heart was the last thing I wanted to do right now ."" ewww that must have shocked you ."" I was shocked ." she admitted quicklyClint Covington is a secret mafia but a sexy neurosurgeon to the public and he is looking for no relationships except the casual hookups. He had businesses he handled secretly from the public except that everyone knew he had several big hospitals.His house phone rang at 10:33 p.m. on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. The high-pitched sound yanked Clint Covington attention away from the television screen and the football game he’d carved out time to watch live, no distractions.Who would be calling at this hour?The hitch in his breath was born out of a hidden fear he kept tucked deep inside his soul. When his parents were killed in a fatal car crash, Clint had been the first to get the news. As the oldest of four, he had to identify the bodies, to inform his three younger siblings and to handle all the funeral arrangements.He’d completed each task without hesitation, and had been forced to repeat an eerily similar process a year and a half ago when another deadly car accident had taken
Clint moved deeper in the house.The inevitable kick in his gut came right on schedule, as it always did whenever his gaze locked with Jennifer’s. Tonight, the sensation hit him hard. It wasn’t an altogether awful feeling, kind of reminded him of danger-induced adrenaline.Precarious territory. “Where’s the patient?”“Her name is Sandra.”“Right.” Clint shed his coat, tossed it on a nearby bench. “Where is she?”“Upstairs in her room.”Clint recognized the panic in Jennifer’s voice, which was mirrored in her wide, almond-shaped green eyes. Her long, wavy hair was also disheveled, as if she’d dragged both hands through the now tangled strands more than a few times.At the obvious signs of her distress, everything in him softened. He gently touched her sleeve. “I’m here, Jennifer. I’ll take care of the child.”She drew in a few unsteady breaths, her legendary hostility toward him diminishing with each exhale. “I... I believe you.”He dropped his hand. “One last question before I have a
Genevieve arrived at where she had to shoot the next day.She had the day planned already as she had lot to achieve that day . She needed to go to Belinda book signing which she still wasn’t sure of attending , shop for clothes she needed on her trip , book her flight and lastly give Daniel Godson her boss ,notice of her movement before she leaves work too." ohhh Nash ." she grumbled when she remembered she still needed to see him before she traveled , at least to tell him the truth about how she feels towards him ." Miss. Newton ,the boss will like to see you ."she smiled at the thought of the word boss , her use to be lover before her friend Belinda found her ways to his heart . And now Daniel Godson never gave her even a simple glance anymore . He didn't even consider her as someone he ever had anything with. He kept their relationship just business and simple . At first she had wanted to quit but she didn't as she wanted and love her job more than anything in the world . Everyo
Nash message popped in too which she was not surprise to see , although the content of the message almost did . Hey babe, Can we talk, I will be waiting at Leniol Dinner . NashHer heart almost froze as she wondered who to see between Daniel , her ex who she believes she still had feelings for or if to see Nash who was in love with her and always there for her . She got fed up for a while as thought flew in her head . She think she will rather see Daniel first since he messaged her first.As she sat in contemplation. She realize this could well prove an enjoyable challenge. Daniel could see well enough the effort it took her to suppress her attitude and feelings towards him, and having seen her vulnerable in his office that day , he was probably quite sure he had awaken the underlying rebellious streak inside her. He was surrounded by insipid pleasers, at work and in his private life. He attracted them bec
Genevieve arrived at the hotel Ash had booked for her which was very close to a beach . For some reason she prayed she never gets to meet anyone and still she didn't want to disappoint Ash after all her effort . She took her room key from the receptionist before she walked into the elevator since her room was on the fourth floor . She smiled at the beauty of the hotel , it was quiet and peaceful . And what she admired more was that everyone minded their business . She was so happy to be here . She haven't even checked her luggages but Ash told her she needed not to worry that everything was intact , as she did not have time to pack her things , last night didn't end well and so she let Ash do all of the packing for her instead. The thought of last night crossed her mind and again she wished she could forget all about it but she knew it wasn't going to be anytime soon.She started unpacking her makeup bag and bathroom supplies which were perfect and intact.She emptied the luggage one
It was torture. Her cheeks burned. She wanted to reach for him right on that spot and slam his face against her pussy. She wanted to leap up and kick him to take her to the room this very moment. She knew she should not be doing this. But she was soaking through her panties . As she couldn't bring myself to push him away. Her whole existence was his lips and her aching cunt. The island faded around her and she stood up already , trying to maneuver her hips as she moved in front of him . She needed him to touch her clit. She was going to die without it.But he understood, Instead, he paused again at the entrance to her hotel room , and he could feel her gaze on him, staring straight into his quivering folds. She was exposed to him. All her pride were about to be stripped away, need spiraling out of control. They had retired from their little cabana on the beach and legged it to her room where Clint hadn’t even let Genevieve get the word “shower” out before he was shoving her against a
" please leave." she said stiffly. And in the place where logic ruled, meant it. Her emotions stalked off in a different direction. They sent her body into shock from being away from him. No control there.Trembling as he left immediately, When Dave strode through the door wearing the expression of a wild animal, Genevieve gasped. Heat spread through her with a wave of nausea. She felt lightheaded and colors turned gray.Then everything went black.Genevievee stumbled out onto the balcony needing to find a way to quiet her inner critic and reclaim her realistic thoughts—thoughts that reasonably told her she was on top of her game professionally, and had it not been for a curve in the road she’d have executed a near-perfect safety net for herself. She’d been so close to being able to really live she could almost taste it. Anyone could be led off course. The important thing was to find the track again.Outside, alone, with nothing but the vast ocean in front of her, she couldn’t help but
Genevieve tugged at the dress Dave had chosen for the occasion. For the meat show, as he had called it. No matter how much she tugged though, the dress didn’t get any longer. She stared at herself in the mirror uncertainly. She’d never worn anything that revealing. The black dress was clinging to her butt and waist, and ended at her upper thighs; the top was a glittery golden bustier with black tulle straps. “I can’t wear this, Ash .” Ash met her gaze in the via the video call. Her hair was pinned up; it was a few shades darker than Genevieve's. Ash was wearing a floor-length elegant dress to a dinner too ." I wished I was allowed something that modest". Genevieve said with irritation “You look like a woman,” Ash whispered. She cringed. “I look like a hooker.” “Hookers can’t afford a dress like that.” She bet all Dave's mistress had clothes that cost more than some people spent on a car. She put her hands on her waist. “You have a wasp waist, and the dress makes your legs look very
Five months later Clint slept well and rose early to use the gym at his house before leaving for the office. He had several meetings this morning, both business and charitable affairs. He was overseeing the building of a state of the art residential centre for the disabled and it was very close to completion. He was very happy with it and looking forward to its opening.He was the first to arrive. He saw Rafalle come in behind him. Once they had all arrived he held a quick team meeting with the brokers, ensuring everything was running smoothly and he was up to speed. He opened Genevieve’s door. “How is your head today?”“Oh, much better, thank you.”“Good.” He left her to her work, no time for anything else, though it occupied his mind constantly. Genevieve was pleased he had come in, happy that things still seemed to be ok between them. She has kept her pregnancy from him because she had feared he wasn't ready , somehow he found out she was hiding something and he has been cold t
Clint sat in his den with Raffalle over copious amounts of alcohol.“Well?”Since the previous day, he’d been a crazed lunatic, intent on revengeand blood and death for the bullets that had been meant for him but had hitthe woman he loved instead.“It was one of Dogan Hampster men. When I caught up to him, he wouldn’t talk.Brady and I had to overpower him and tie him down. It took hours before Igot the full story.”“And?”“You won’t like it. Beatrice told him what you did to Alva’shusband and how you were going to settle down with Genevieve and stop all business .”Clint paced the floor, regret and the weight of responsibility crushinghim. Beatrice should never have been at their family Christmas. But even so,if he hadn’t played with her, used her body and screwed with her mind, shemight not have gone to one of his business men set on instigating violence.“I know Beatrice is your best friend and you and Beatrice have history,but she’s a loose cannon. She’s da
Genevieve stood at the back of the rows of chairs with her veil in place, abouquet of white roses in her hands. The wedding was all white. Whitechairs. White flowers. White candles. A white runner on the ground for herto walk on. The only thing besides the tuxedos that weren’t white were theclothing of the guests and her bright red hair.The reception, by contrast, had been planned under large tents withJapanese lanterns and bright jewel tones. It reminded Genevieve of the Wizard ofOz where everything went from black and white to color, and it gave her thesmallest shred of hope that her life with Clint would be in color.Raffalle had offered to walk her down the aisle. He stood next to herlooking more like an aging bodyguard than a father figure.He leaned close to her ear. “I think you know a lot more about thisfamily than you should.” Her back went rigid. Raffalle was the type of man who would shootyou on any day of the year, be it your birthday, your graduati
Genevieve sat in front of a mirror in the many-windowed room in the eastwing. Her wedding veil lay before her on the vanity table.Alva hadoffered to help her get ready, but it was only a ruse to try to talk Genevieve out ofmarrying her Clint . It was anathema to her that Clint should be happy afterkilling her husband.“I know Clint is very charming, but you know what he did toElliott . What makes you think you’re safe with him?”As if Genevieve needed more things to fear. Though Clint hadn’t harmed her since that one night, it always existed as a possibility now.“Clint loves me,” she said. It hurt to say it because he’d never uttered the words, and she had no reason to believe it. But people assumedmarriage was about love, and if she didn’t speak in terms of romance and candy that his sister could relate to, someone might see through the whole ploy. And they were so close to the end.“Clint loves Clint .”Clint held back the urge to cry as Alva gave voice to her grea
Clint’s erection had grown physically painful, but he’d gagged her andwasn’t ready to replace the gag with his cock yet. Tears streamed down herface as he laid down lines of welts across her ass with the cane. He neededto make her cry more. She had to earn her pleasure with tears. Enough timehad passed for that to be the price.The gag frightened her, still, which drove him harder to use it. She needn’t fear. He knew when enough was enough with her. He’d beencareful and exercised restraint. Each time the cane came down, she wincedin a way that both made him want to comfort her and hit her again to watchthat reaction… the intense expression of pain on her face, the tears that rolled down, and the lovely welt as it bloomed so quickly into those sharp red lines with the groove he loved to run his tongue along.He knew what the cane felt like. Though, used properly, it didn’t oftenbreak skin, the hard rap of a thin dowel of rattan or steel always left aprofound impress
Genevieve , did you know that a lot of what we call pain is about expectation? When you expect something to hurt a lot, and you tense allyour muscles, it hurts more. If you can relax and flow with it, it hurts less.Think of yourself like a stream flowing softly over rocks. The jagged edgesof the rocks don’t hurt the water, it just flows.” He allowed his voice to drop an octave as he spoke, becoming softer and less harsh, lulling her into a sense of safety.The music he’d selected fit well with the imagery he fed into her mind.He spoke quietly about water and flow and relaxing while he let his hands trail over her back, still wrapped in the warm cocoon of the blanket.He continued to speak as he went to the thermostat to raise it a couple of degrees. As the room warmed, he took the blanket away. She tensed, but not as much as before, so he poured some oil onto his hands to allow his skin to slide more easily against hers.He started at her neck, then worked down her back and
Weeks passed. Clint healed. They returned to the world upstairs.He watched her across the table at dinner—her cheeseburger special.He didn’t know how she made them taste like they’d come right off arestaurant grill.Genevieve pretended to be consumed with the task of swirling a steak fry in a giant glob of ketchup on her plate.“I’ll speak to Raffalle . He might agree to release you if I convince him you aren’t a threat to the family. And I’ll smooth things over with your boss, so you won’t have to worry about him, either. To everyone else, I’ll say webroke off the engagement.”Genevieve’s ring glittered in the kitchen light. Clint hadn’t insisted she wear it all the time, but she had. And every time he saw it on her hand, he became more convinced she wanted their engagement to be real.But her happy ending came at a dark price… a price Clint felt increasingly guilty asking her to pay, no matter how much he wanted to keep her locked away in the glass room. If that night in
The eerie music played on as they lay in bed. Some of the songs she recognized, some she didn’t. There couldn’t be more than an hour on the record. Hadn’t they been down here months? Years? But it must have been less than an hour. Was time even real? The curtain had been pulled back to reveal the void where every second was eternity, and there was no way back out again to where time marched on like obedient linear soldiers.She’d tried to prepare herself for the hitting, but when Clint bent her over and fucked her instead while she was too scared to be turned on, itbrought everything home. She was his property. She didn’t want this, but he’d been in the grip of something she didn’t feel strong enough to breakthrough. The Clint that acknowledged her wouldn’t be the one she thought she’d fallen in love with.Whatever romantic fantasies she’d had of love between them scattered and faded into the empty air. Why did it have to be like this?And to allow him to kiss her like that… to r
Genevieve’s appetite had fled the moment he’d said he was taking her to thedungeon. She was glad he hadn’t forced her to eat dinner because she was sure she wouldn’t be able to keep it down.For the past week she’d been on edge, her appetite shrinking each day.If Clint had noticed, he hadn’t said anything. Each day she woke wondering if today was the day. She wasn’t like those other women. She couldn’t do this.The reality of what was coming should have made her hate him. It should have wiped away any residual attraction or fuzzy emotion. If it could have, she might have begged to be released from her promise. Even if itmeant she’d never have love or companionship, it would protect her from the things downstairs.But she still felt for him, and watching him take other women wouldonly kill her by degrees. When he’d pulled her into his arms, he was the safest person in the world. She’d almost forgotten he was the cause of her angst.When he opened that metal door, she thought