When I got home, I tossed my bag on the couch and sat down, trying to calm myself. After a few deep breaths, I picked up my phone and dialed his number. It rang and rang, but no answer. I tried again, and still, nothing. Frustrated, I threw my phone onto the couch and buried my face in my hands. Why that fuck wasn’t he answering?I must have sat there for hours, lost in thought, because the next thing I knew, it was dark outside. My phone buzzed, and I picked it up eagerly, hoping it was Victor. But it was from Cecil._‘Did you go see him?’_I typed back a quick reply. _‘Yup, but it didn't go well. Another woman was there.’_Her response was immediate. _‘What? Are you okay?’_No. I wasn't, but I didn't tell her that, I came up with lie I've been getting good at. _‘Yeah, I'm good’_ Theo told Cecil he was going on a trip to Los Angeles to take care of his sister's automobile company because she was sick —that explained why he changed cars like clothes— Cecil and I decided
We took the next flight back to the pack the morning after Theo called to say he was on his way back. I wanted to stay behind since there wasn't anything particularly exciting to go back to, but I followed anyway. We were about to board when Cecil's phone pinged. I turned to her, asking, “Who is it?”She looked at her phone for a moment and smiled, a hint of blush creeping into her cheeks. Before she replied, “It's Theo. He’s at my place, waiting. Earlier, we planned to go on a date once he got back. He’s just reminding me”I had initially wanted to spend the night at her place, but after hearing about her date with Theo, I didn't want to be a third wheel. So I decided that I was going to spend a few hours at Luxury before heading home. When the plane landed, I asked Zara to go home first. I then waved Cecil goodbye as the driver Theo sent came to pick her up. I got into my own car and drove to Luxury despite feeling jetlagged. It was almost night, so no one was there. I tried
“I'm sorry,” He suddenly said, taking three steps back as if his retreat would emphasize his apology and his refusal to leave.“No, you're not,” I retorted sharply, crossing my arms.“Nothing happened between Catherine and me, I swear. Cross my heart.”Goodness!“No one gives two shits about Catherine. Why didn't you reply to my texts or answer my calls?”“Because I lost my phone,” He replied, shaking his head like it was the most obvious thing in the world.“Uh huh? Go on.”“So, I got a new phone...” He nodded when I gestured for him to continue. "Oh! I didn't have your number memorized. I do have Damon's, but it'd be suspicious if I asked him for yours, which is something you wouldn't like, so I decided to come by and surprise you. After we landed and I saw Catherine, I wanted to offer her a welcome-back tea out of courtesy, freshen up, and then come meet you. That was when you arrived.”“I saw you half-naked” I pointed out, shutting the door and returning to where I stood earlier.
Victor hadn't gone to work for the past days, was it the homesickness? He just calls me every second to go on dates or cuddle because he was bored. I don't even remember the last time I went to luxury, because he wouldn't let me, and when I complain about the money I'm losing, he gives me his card because he makes times a thousand of what I make monthly, and he makes them everyday. Even at home. So I didn't insist, I just take the card and kiss him to sleep and then go waste my life. One time I was having a meeting with a few council women at the house and he suddenly visited.It was a women's meeting so he was asked why he came and I had to help him answer because I knew whatever was going to come out of his mouth was going to implicate the both of us. He had to go back, or so I thought, because when the women left and I wasn't about to visit Luxury, I was attacked in the dimly lit parking lot. By him.He was sex starved, because I was punishing him and was on my period. So two days
“Huh?”“Get on the bed, princess. Don't keep me waiting, I have to call Ms. Eve back.”“I’m not going to touch myself while you’re on a call. I don’t even know how.” I slowly sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him in disbelief.“Do to yourself what I do to you.”“No.”“Ana, I’m going to tie your legs and hands apart and put a kitchen knife inside of you if you don’t,” he threatened, and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.Yet, despite the shock, I found his words strangely arousing.“I’m serious,” he added, sounding unyielding.My eyes lit up against my will. “Are you really going to fuck me with a knife?”He looked at me like I had just said the most unbelievable thing in the world. “You have a weird kink. No, I’m not. I wouldn’t hurt you.”I shrugged, trying to mask my excitement with a nonchalant expression. “Well, I’d love to try that someday,” I said, my voice teasing. I gently kicked off my shoes and climbed fully onto the bed, my breasts swaying slightly with the mo
I found myself standing in the middle of the pack’s cemetery. I knew it was the cemetery when I saw the half fallen gate with rusted iron that Damon has promised to change a million times but never did.It was the dead of night, and everything was cloaked in darkness. I could barely make out the outlines of the gravestones around me. The silence, only broken by the occasional hoot of an owl or a distant, eerie mournful cry.I was holding a bouquet of white roses in my hand, I wasn't holding this earlier. I mean, I just finished having dinner in bed from Victor and a box of chocolate, so how the hell did I get here.“Vee?!"“Victor!?”No reply came.I glanced around, hoping to find someone at least but there was no one, not even an animal.My heart stopped beating momentarily.In front of me was an open grave, its dark, gaping maw seemed to beckon me. It was odd.Who dug a grave and left it open? Where had the cemetery man gone to?And why did the plaque have my name?Suddenly the win
The next morning, I found myself absentmindedly twirling the drink in my cup, glancing occasionally at Cecil, who was engrossed in her phone. Whoever was texting her had been at it for a while, but she wouldn’t reveal who it was. "I’ll tell you at the right time," she had said, leaving me in suspense.She had called me early, just hours after I had finally managed to get some sleep after the horrendous nightmare I had. The vividness of the dream still lingered, making it difficult to even focus on anything else. Despite how hard it was to even leave Victor's side and the house, I made my way over to her place. Initially, it seemed like she had something important to share, but she changed her mind halfway through our conversation. Instead of saying whatever was on her mind, she suggested we go out for a drink.As we settled into a cozy corner of our favorite café, I shared my disturbing dream with her, hoping she might have some insight. Cecil listened intently, her eyes occasionally
The figure turned around, and I got a clear look at who it was."Oh, Catherine.""Oh, Catherine? You don't sound happy to see your mother-in-law," she huffed, a trace of annoyance in her voice.Did I say that out loud?"I'm just tired. Why are you here?" I began to take my shoes off. "And why does the house smell like an ice cream vending machine?" I tried not to sniff too loudly, but the vanilla scent was overwhelming.She turned back to flipping pancakes. "Oh, the house smelled like a flower garden, which is not much of a fancy scent. Besides, I'm having a friend over, and she likes this scent, so I thought, why not go for a change?"I rolled my eyes. "So... why are you here?""To take care of my son's house. I don't need permission to do that, do I?" She looked back at me with a very condescending smile."No, you don't. Make yourself at home. The maids will give you whatever you need," I said, turning to leave, but stopped halfway when she called my name."Why don't you go move you