As Victor and I chatted on the phone, he suddenly mentioned something about a red carpet party for CEOs and wealthy businessmen. He said it was going to be hosted outside the country, and he was planning to book a hotel to stay at before and after the occasion. At first, I hesitated. Going to a high-profile event like that wasn't exactly my cup of tea. But then, I thought about how much fun it could be to spend time with Victor in a new and exciting place. It was tempting. So, after a moment of consideration, I agreed to go with him. I mean I could also broaden my business. “Sounds like it could be interesting,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. “When is it happening?” “The night after Christmas,” Victor replied. “So, we'll be leaving tonight. We're taking the plane, as it's outside the country” I nodded, processing the information. “Okay, I'll start packing then. Am I also packing dress up for the occasion? Or not” I chuckled. “Not like staying and snacking all night in the h
As the car rolled to a stop at the airport, I glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard. It read a few minutes to nine. With a deep breath, I gathered my belongings and prepared to step out into the calm atmosphere of the terminal.Exiting the car proved to be a bit of a challenge, as it was a tall vehicle and I needed some assistance from the driver to help my way down. Once on solid ground, I thanked him and retrieved my bags, ready to begin the next leg of the journey.The airport didn't buzz with activity as it should, no sound of the usual chatter and the hum of engines that was supposed to fill the air. Neon signs illuminated the terminal, casting a colorful glow over the dark area. I made my way through the large wooden boxes that scattered around, didn't know the use or what was inside, but it was there. I followed the signs that pointed towards the departure gates.After a bit of searching, I spotted Victor and his assistant standing near the entrance to the lone open pla
I was tired, but he was more tempting and my ability to make a good decision was never good whenever he was around. So I gently grabbed his face pulled him back into an intense kiss.Hard, until I could taste blood, I didn't know whose, but it was satisfying. I put everything into it. Unconsciously drawing closer to him, I only realized when I'm kneeling at the edge of the bed and he traces his fingers over the swells of my breasts.He kissed my neck, and a tiny simper left my lips. I breathe in his rosy cologne and my head went woozy from the intoxicating scent.“You're so fucking responsive” He whispered. “And I love it”We pulled away, and I saw the his lips tinged with blood. He traced his thumb over it and then sucked on his blood-stained thumb.He chuckled. “Violent, Aren't you?” Before I could answer, the door bell rang and Victor went to answer it, I hear him thank someone as I relaxed on the bed. He then shut the door, locked it and walked up to me with the box of pizza in o
“Have it sent back before afternoon”As I stirred from sleep, I heard Victor's voice conversing with someone at the door. Rubbing my eyes, I realized I was on the bed despite dozing off in the armchair last night.With a groan, I pushed myself upright, feeling more exhausted than usual. Victor hurried over as he closed the door, concern etched on his face.“Are you okay? You look tired,” He asked, reaching out to help me up.“Yeah, I'm fine, I think,” I replied, stifling a sneeze. “Just a bit chilly, and maybe I overdid with the massage.”“The party still on for you?” He took a glass of water from the table and gave it to me.I took a large gulp and gave it back. “Yeah, don't worry” I sneezed again. And again.Oh, Goodness!After breakfast, Victor helped me arranged my dress and my heels and then we dressed up and stopped by at a salon to make my hair and then we came back.I'm tired.Seven pm drew nearer to the anticipated time of the red carpet party, Victor mentioned he needed to s
The part isn't going the way i liked it to be. Besides the red velvet cakes everything was meh!.I settled onto one of the comfortable couches tucked away in the corner of the hall, On my plate, there was just a single slice of red velvet cake and a glass of water. I decided to pass on the wine this time, because of the mass quantity I had last night at the hotel.As I sat there, I found myself observing the conversations happening around me. Women were engaged in discussions about business matters, and I couldn't help but notice a few faces that seemed vaguely familiar. Once I finished my cake, I picked the water and downed it one go, then picked another glass from the passing waiter and also downed it before getting up to find the bathroom to take a piss. When I couldn't find it, I asked on of the waitresses for help, She assisted me to the restroom and walked off. I went in, did my business and cake back out.Upon returning to the main area, I noticed the paparazzi and press has be
“I can fucking hear heartbeats from across the room” Was that five or thirty minutes ago when he said that? I don't remember. Or was it thirty seconds ago? I don't know, but the words kept replaying like a broken record in my head. It wouldn't stop. Which wasn't something I liked._“I can fucking hear heartbeats from across the room”__“I can fucking hear heartbeats from across the room”__“I can fucking hear heartbeats from across the room”_Too loud. Too much. Too frequent.As he opened the car door and gently helped me in, I clutched my bag tighter against my chest. The repetition of that sentence was driving me crazy. It felt too much, too persistent, invading my thoughts like an unwanted guest._“I can fucking hear heartbeats from across the room”_Again.I didn't know if he actually said that, because the way the sentence kept replaying it made me think I was just imagining it. Maybe he just got tired of the event and decided to leave.Maybe he noticed how bored I was
“You are not sorry” I said, hands on her hips and I know I looked like tea mug. “I swear I am” He replied, relaxed on the couch playing with an empty bottle of vodka. “No, you're not.” He's too relaxed to be sorry and this wouldn't have happened if we didn't have sex.I rubbed my hand over my neck. Sighing Was it the hormones? I feel more angry than I should be.I'm pregnant and nothing's going to change it, so was there really any need for me to burst the moment he asked if I was hungry.“What do you want me to say? That I didn't mean to fuck you? I meant to, and I even will if you weren't pregnant”“Can you stop saying that word? You look like you're enjoying this”“I'm not” He replied and slowly got up. “I'm just happy you are longer crying” What am I going to do?“What am I going to do?” I asked the that's has been running through my mind all night.“Can you not worry. We'll think about it tomorrow” He gently pushed me into the bathroom.Of course he'll say that. He's not the o
I know you people might wonder why I never spoke up about how Damon treated me since we got married. It's tough admitting that your partner's been mistreating you. And it's even harder when you have to deal with the fact that he's been cheating on you multiple times.But, was it even cheating? I mean, to him, it was just an arranged marriage, right? He needed a mate to secure his position as the Alpha in our pack.I kept quiet because I knew nobody would believe me. Even if I had a couple of witnesses, it wouldn't have made a difference. Damon, being the Alpha, had all the power. And I'd just end up being labeled as an unfaithful and ungrateful wife and mate. If things got really bad, the pack members, especially the councilmen and noblewomen, would probably ask him to kick me out, which could've been the end of me or a long stay in the hospital trying to heal up.If only rejecting him was an option. Like, the moment I caught him with Penelope, I would've rejected him without wasting