Molly:I went back to the room, took a shower and changed into something sexy just for Farrell. I was going to take Kate's advice because she was never wrong.When I was done, I put on a robe and walked to the study which was on the same floor as Kate's room. I had only been there once because my books were stationed in my room. The study was only for Farrell.I leaned forward on the door to know if I could hear him, but I didn't. I pulled the door open immediately, and I walked into the large study with a lot of shelves.Shutting the door, I made my way through the aisles until I spotted Farrell seated on a desk, scribbling something. A smile crept up my lips, and I made my way to his desk.He looked up at me when I was closeby, then he dropped his pen and focused his gaze on me."Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked, and I chuckled, sitting on the table."Okay," he said, raising a brow.He took his pen and continued writing then I looked at him biting my lips. He had shorts on and his
Molly:Kate and Paula being together was a very bad idea and I never really thought about it until now. I took the glass from Paula and she poured some wine.Kate took a seat on the black couch which was close the bed while Paula sat close to me. I sipped it quietly while they both gulped their glasses like they were having fruit juice."So..I have come up with what I want for your birthday," Paula said, and Kate creased her brow, raising a chin."Who says you have to choose what we do on her birthday?" Kate asked, and I covered my face with the glass of wine trying to avoid the fight that was imminent. The funny thing is that I didn't want to do anything that they wanted. Although I hadn't heard their thoughts, I believe they'll only put me in trouble.The decision of who would throw me the best party quickly turned heated as they began arguing over who should have the honors.Kate argued that she knew me better and that she had planned many successful parties for you in the past.
Molly:It was my twenty third birthday, and I was woken up early in the morning by my phone which buzzed nonstop. Stretching out lazily and yawning loudly, I picked the phone to see that Farrell was the person on the call."Good morning my kitten. I hope you have a wonderful birthday today. I love you so much and you mean the world to me," he said the moment I answered the call.This caused a smile to creep up my face. It was exactly what I needed to kick start the day. The call ended a few minutes later because he had work to attend to. After the call ended my phone beeped but it was a bank alert. Farrell wired half a million dollars into my account, and my eyes widened at the sight of the money. I really couldn't believe it because I have never had access to such money in my life. He allowed me live a luxurious life but I was used to using his credit card.While I was still in awe of the money I had received, Paula pulled the door open."Happy birthday!" She screamed, squealing in
Molly: "Lionel," I called out immediately, staring blankly into his face. He looked as handsome and youthful as ever. His contorted nose gave his face the perfect shape and sculpt, and his lips were heavenly. I was short of words, and it seemed like we were in the same position because he stood, and watched silently for a moment. "Happy birthday," he managed to say before taking a seat close to me. My face flushed once more, and I couldn't help but be grateful to the neon lights which did wonders in hiding the true colors of our faces. If not he would easily tell that he made my face red. "I sent a text, did you get it?" He asked, and I cleared my throat thinking of a perfect lie to get away from the awkward situation. "Let me check. I haven't really had time to check my phone for a while. You know, I was busy with the birthday, and all," I said, hoping he would buy my lies. The bartender placed two glasses of punch in front of us. It smelt really nice. Sipping quietly on the
Farrell: When I said those words, I expected to hear Molly squealing in excitement, or rushing to embrace me but none of that happened. There was just a long and awkward silence in the room. I reached for the switch and turned on the light, to discover that it was empty. My body became enraged immediately, and I gritted my teeth badly while folding my hand in a fist. Flinging the flower and the bag in my hands, I marched out of her room to Paula's. When I pulled it open, there was no one there. Then I walked to the guest room where Kate was staying and she was gone too. I tried to calm down, and not indulge in anything irrational but I knew that I was just deceiving myself. Maybe she was somewhere in the house, I said to myself. Then I rushed out of the room, running down the stairs screaming her name and searching the whole house. I went to the dinning, the lounge, the study, every single place she could be at but she wasn't there. I suddenly became enraged to an extent that I
Molly: I tapped Lionel hard as he kissed me. His lips on mine felt really good. Subtle and gentle, but then we were both going to die this minute. My mind was puzzled and I couldn't tell what exactly was happening. Farrell wasn't supposed to be back now, not even tomorrow. I must be in some kind of trance, I thought. But then, Farrell grabbed him by the neck immediately, and punched him really hard in the face. Seeing blood spill from Lionel's face jolted me back to reality, reminding me that I wasn't dreaming and that everything I was seeing was real. Farrell was standing here in real life and he was going to kill me. "Oh my God!" I yelled,covering my mouth with my hands. This caught the attention of most people, and they started to tap each other until Paula saw her brother standing in front of Lionel who was on the ground, bleeding in the nose. "Farrell please!" I pleaded the moment he went in for another punch. I tried to hold his hands, but he flung my hand away roughly almos
Molly: After Farrell ordered Lionel to leave, he stood up and ordered Pedro to get me. Pedro flung me on his shoulder and carried me out of the room. When we got outside to the main club, I looked around for Kate and Paula but they were no where to be found. The thought that they must have ditched me was heart wrenching. It wasn't like I didn't expect it but at least they could have tried a bit. They all ran away like suckers, but either way, they would definitely get what was coming to them. Farrell was definitely not going to let this slide. Pedro put me in the car close to Farrell. I scurried close to the other end of the car because of the way Farrell fumed in anger. The drive home was really silent, and I bit my nails in fear until we got to the house. Looking around, I saw the car that Jamie drove us to the club with. This confirmed my intial assumptions of Paula and Kate ditching me. Farrell got down immediately the car stopped, slamming the door in my face while I attempt
Molly: "Oh my God Paula!" I said as I jerked up from bed. Seeing I was in bed was shocking.I looked around and I saw Rose cleaning up. Then I got out of bed immediately. "Ma'am is there a problem?" Rose asked, and I looked at her still trying to recall what happened last night. "How did I get to bed?" "Sir put you in bed late at night, and he asked me to make sure you are okay. So I stayed overnight, and.." "Where is Paula?" I questioned, and then she sighed deeply. This couldn't be happening right now. I didn't even get to say goodbye. "She left quite early. Sir had his men come pick her up," No way! Paula couldn't do this to me. Was she angry that I didn't let her go full on at Farrell? Normal Paula would sneak into my room in the middle of the night and even if I were in a coma, she would force me to pull my eyes open. I really couldn't understand why she did whatever she did. I grabbed my phone immediately, and I dialed her number several times but she didn't pick up. I