I groggily wake up the next morning to a disturbing noise. I open my eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep as Damon's noisy dress-up routine fills the room. He paces back and forth, muttering to himself as he rummage through drawers and closets in search of who knows what. With a sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and approached him, hoping to offer assistance or at least inquire about the cause of his unsettled morning. “What's the matter, Damon?” I asked, my voice lace with concern that I hate. But he merely brushed past me without a word, his attention consumed by whatever task lay before him. It was a familiar scene, his disregard for my presence, a constant reminder of the growing differences between us. I make my way to the bathroom, and soak myself under the warm water from the shower. It is a better choice. The shower I mean. If I choose to use the tub today, I might not make it out in a good piece. Not after what happened last night. Oh! don't be surprised you don't expe
The rest of the day passes by in a blur with me attending to a few women, pushing our new clothing brand further and having dinner alone because Damon gave me one look and decided that I was repulsive and he'd rather eat out with a bunch of his friends. With possibly Penelope inclusive.It's nine pm and I'm dressed In a backless cami dress with a thigh high split. Black as Victor wants. The faux suede chunky heeled sandals with ankle strap is cream colored. I also have a faux fur coat. I reach for my bag on the bed and that moment my phone rings. It's Vincent, but it just has ‘V’ displaying on the screen. I pick the call at third ring to not come off desperate.“Hey” His deep attention seeking voice comes from the other end. “You still coming?”His voice keeps doing foreign things to me, so I take a moment to compose myself before replying. “Hmm” I take a sharp breath. “Yeah, will be there soon”“I will be waiting” He response is soft.I hummed a bye before ending the call. I grab th
My breath hitches and Victor notices, his pale lips stretch into his signature grin, one that I can never get tired of.“Hey, princess” he gently takes the mitten off and motions the guard to go, and he does.“What are you cooking?” I ask, dropping my back on the cellar counter. Anything to reduce the tension in the air.He chuckles instead and disappears Into the kitchen, and appears after a few seconds.This time the apron's off, only rock hard abs, and the bulge in his pants.I gulp nothing and hurriedly take my eyes away from him. Mr. Temptation.Instead I try to take in my surroundings, the classy-vintage theme. “Like it?” He asks, I can hear him slowly walk to me. He stands behind me. My senses heightened, obvious of his every tiny money, even his breath.“Yes–Yeah” I take a deep breath but it does absolutely nothing to calm my accelerating heartbeat. “It's cozy” I rub my palms together.His hands gently holds my waist and I steel for a moment. Deep breath Anna.Deep breath.He
Victor arrives a few minutes later, carrying two empty ceramic dishes adorned with sunflower patterns. He sets them down on the pristine white dining table before disappearing back into the kitchen. Moments later, he reappears, this time holding a ceramic soup pot in one hand and a tantalizing apple pie in the other. My mouth waters at the sight of the delicious spread before me.After placing the dishes on the table, He excuses himself to go freshen up, explaining that he's soaked in sweat, which I don't mind. Picture him shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat, and and tell me you don't feel what I feel.As he heads upstairs to change, he encourages me to take a look around while he's gone. I nod absentmindedly, my gaze already wandering around the room as I eagerly await his return.I step into what looks like a cozy resting room, furnished with oversized sofas, a bean bag, a flat-screen TV, and even a fireplace, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. As I take in the room, I n
Victor returns just as the movie comes to an end. He brushes off some dirt from his shirt and pulls it off before plopping down on the same sofa I'm sitting on."What did I miss?" he asks, running his fingers through my hair. It's relaxing.“Everything. What's next?” I reply, curious about what he has planned.“Dessert, dessert,” He says, and instead of explaining what that actually mean He reaches out in front of me and scoops up some of my ice cream with my spoon. “You've had your dessert, now it's my turn,” He adds with a playful grin.He tightens his grip around my hair and tilts my head back slightly, allowing me to see his sharp features more clearly. The dark lust in his eyes. I take it in and before I could ask what that means, I feel a cold smooth liquid drip on my breast, the sensation sends shovers down my spine and makes my clit itch.I try to catch a glimpse of what he's doing, but he doesn't allow me to, instead his grip on my hair tightens even more.He leans closer to
I arrive home a few minutes past seven the next morning, tired and worn out. Damon still hasn't returned, but there's a package waiting for me, the one he mentioned before. I don't bother wondering what's inside; instead, I pick it up and head straight for the bedroom.Tossing the package into Damon's closet, I make my way to the bathroom. The scent of sex lingers on my skin, so I decide to take a short, warm bath to freshen up. Emerging from the bathroom, I wrap myself in a towel adorned with doodles of flowers.As I prepare to dress up, my phone vibrates on the mattress. It's Victor. I answer after the second ring."You home yet?" he asks."Yeah," I reply, stifling a yawn. "Took a shower and is about to hibernate. See you in 2028."He chuckles at my lame joke. "Guess what?"My interest piques. "What?""So, I just realized that while you were moaning down the entire building, the macaroni leftover from two nights ago with a few friends was still inside the microwave, on low heat thou
Breakfast didn't go as planned this morning. Damon woke up and decided to check the package I carelessly flung into his closet when I got back. He called me, asking where it was, and I nonchalantly told him it was in his closet before returning to the kitchen to check on my toast. But then he opened it and saw that the Victoria's Secret perfume he bought had broken, ruining the cheap white dinner dress in the box that I think he bought for Penelope. The dress is cheap for a reason; I mean, why would a supposed $900 dress—as he claimed—turn black at the slightest contact with liquid? It's ridiculous.It's my fault, I know, but honestly who the fuck care.Right! No one, because Damon is an Alpha Douchebag who's power only surfaces in the present of women.He got seriously angry, called me in, and threw a piece of the broken perfume vial at me. I ended up with a pretty deep scratch on my forehead. Now I'm sitting in front of my vanity table and mirror after Zara treated the cut before I
I gave Natalie a small smile before walking into the restaurant to meet the other ladies. Cecil had also brought three other girls and Natalie. They were all seated around a table for six, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. I recognized a few from high school and college, but there are some unfamiliar faces too.“Anastasia, I'm glad you could make it,” Cecil said, standing up to greet me with a hug, which I returyn before taking my seat. Natalie eyed me with a cold look, but I ignore it and focus on Cecil's introduction.“So, you know Marie and Anisa,” She pointed at the two familiar blondes from high school to college. They waved at me, and I give them a polite nod. We weren't close.“And this is Tatiana and Natalie,” she gestured towards the two sisters. Tatiana smiled warmly, but Natalie's expression remained aloof. I nodded in acknowledgment, keeping my cool despite the tension in the air. We exchange pleasantries.As the male waiter approached, I glanced over the menu, fe
Leo’s POVShock couldn’t even describe how I felt when Michael and Greg were in the same room as us. It was hard not to show my displeasure as I watched them sit eagerly, rubbing their palms at the delicacy presented to them. While Michael was just interested in whatever this was, Greg cast furtive glances at me, but I paid him no attention.The least he could have done was to have informed me beforehand that my best friend had offered him an invitation to have dinner at the house. I could have told him to decline. If he had, Michael would have done the same, and I wouldn’t have had to watch Lila so uncomfortable.She squirmed in her seat, not looking up from the table. Her plate was empty, as she had yet to take what she wanted. But she had already been accosted, so I doubted she was interested in whatever was in those dishes.“This is amazing,” Michael gushed like a child who had just been handed his favorite candy. “I’m sitting in the same room as Leo and Armani. I can’t wait to te
Ana stepped into the pharmacy on her way to Victor's, with a sense of urgency. She made her way to the counter, her eyes scanning the shelves until she found what she was looking for. Birth control pills. She grabbed a pack, paid for it quickly, and left the store, her mind already focused on the night ahead. Hoping no one's attention was in her.Once outside, she took a deep breath and fished the packet out of her bag. She popped a pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry, anticipating her arrival at the mansion. She could feel the excitement building, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she imagined what was to come.Arriving at the house, she let herself in with the spare key he had given her. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of voices coming from the dining room. She walked in and found him sitting at the dining table, engrossed in a live Zoom call. His laptop was open in front of him, and two businessmen were visible on the screen, discussing some important matte
After getting the things he needed at the store, Carlos' uncle, Frances decided not to drive straight home if maybe not. Instead, he took a detour to a dimly lit tea shop. He parked in front and walked on foot to a bar a bit farther away. It might be calculated move on his part, a way to throw off anyone who might be following him.Entering the bar, he found a secluded corner and settled in, ordering a few less alcoholic drinks. He knew he needed to stay awake, and nit get drunk. As he sipped his drink, he kept an eye on the door, waiting for his contact to show up. He was told this bar sold cookies, and despite the unusual setting, he couldn't resist ordering some.An hour passed, and there was still no sign of his contact. He ordered another drink, more out of a need to maintain his cover than a desire for alcohol. The bar was a typical dive, with dim lighting and the smell of stale beer hanging in the air. He tried to stay calm, but the wait was beginning to get to him.After wait
Ana spent the rest of her morning and early afternoon in blissful solitude. She played games on her phone, The hours slipped by unnoticed, and soon she felt the heavy pull of sleep. Without bothering to change, she curled up on her bed and napped.When she woke up, it was late afternoon. The house was quieter now, the bustle of the morning's chaos having subsided. She stretched and took a moment to reorient herself, then decided it was time to freshen up and shake off the remnants of sleep. She wanted to make the most of her remaining free time before the annual packs' meeting.She dressed up in a casual chiffon dress, applied a little makeup, grabbed her bag and left her room, moving quietly through the house. She tried her best to avoid any lingering annoying family members, not wanting to risk another confrontation or forced interaction, or even an insult regarding her choice not to get pregnant. As she stepped outside, the cool afternoon air greeted her. Smelt like summer was just
The girl jumped, her face paling as she stammered an apology and quickly scurried away. Ana watched her go, irritation still simmering. She put in her key, twisted until she heard a click and then shd pushed the door open, entering her sanctuary. She took a moment to breathe, willing herself to calm down. The last thing she needed was to let anyone down there see her rattled.She freshened up quickly, splashing cold water on her face and running a brush through her hair. She changed into something more presentable, even though the effort felt wasted. These breakfasts were always the same—forced smiles and shallow conversations, or just them plainly trying to piss her off Descending the stairs. Damon was seated at the head of the table, with Catherine by the left, there was someone else by the right and he gestured the lady to move when he saw me approaching.Well, let's just not start on the part where he just acted nice and weird, like he's been doing lately.Victor, predictably, wa
The next morning, Ana lounged in the living room, munching on popcorn while Zara massaged her feet. She watched as Catherine, always the attention-seeker, prepared an extravagant breakfast. As usual, Catherine had invited almost the entire Pierce family for a feast without bothering to inform anyone beforehand. It was such a Catherine thing to do—spontaneous, inconsiderate, and utterly exhausting for everyone else involved.The kitchen was a chaotic mess of clattering pots and pans, the smell of cooking food thick in the air. Selene and the other maids bustled around, trying to keep up with her relentless pace. Ana watched them with detached amusement, knowing full well that any call for help from Catherine would be met with thinly veiled disdain.Catherine, in her own world, directed the maids with sharp commands, her voice carrying over the noise. Ana knew better than to engage. She had learned long ago that nothing she did would ever be good enough for Catherine, and she had stoppe
In the dimly lit warehouse, the men lounged around, a sense of nonchalance hanging in the air. The men were taking a break from their gruesome duties, their faces reflecting a mix of boredom and tiredness and maybe a bit sleepines. The smell of sweat, smoke, and faint hints of blood filled the room."Hey, you got another one of those?" one of the men asked, nodding toward a cigarette as he sprawled on a worn-out couch."Sure," another replied, tossing him a pack. "We're gonna need something stronger if we have to go back to work soon.""Tell me about it," the first man muttered, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling. "I’m tired of babysitting that old woman. shouldn't we just clear her. I wonder why she's here.""Seriously man, but orders are orders," the second man shrugged, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Besides, we’ve got that other guy to keep things interesting."In the corner of the warehouse, their other
Ana woke up early the next morning, the soft morning light filtering through her bedroom window, she was driven home last night after dinner by Jules under Victor's order since he refused to let her hail a taxi. She stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep. Today was the day she would prepare for the annual packs' meeting, an event that required her to be both presentable and versatile. The meeting was a significant occasion, filled with formal discussions and various activities, and she needed to look her best, but to beat the gossips and also build her confidence.As she dressed after freshening up, her thoughts turned to her wardrobe. Many of her clothes seemed dull and uninspired, and so was the ones she bought earlier for the meeting. She decided it was time to update her collection. Grabbing her phone, she made a quick list of the essentials she needed: a few new dresses, some casual outfits, and accessories to match. She also noted that she might need a couple of versatile
Lucas stood up, pondering her words. He exchanged a glance with the leader of the men, who gave a slight nod."You did the right thing by telling us, Maria," Lucas said. "We'll make sure your grandchildren are safe. But you need to understand that if I find out you lied, your grandkids wouldn't be safe in my hands either"She nodded vehemently, tears streaming down her face. "I swear, everything I just told you is the truth. Please, just protect them. They’re all I have left."He gave her a small, almost pitying smile, that to a normal eye would look a bit forced. "Very well then. We'll do our best. Remember, Maria, trust is a fragile thing. Don't give us a reason to break it.""I promise, I'm not lying"As they left her alone in the warehouse, her heart sank into a deep pit of despair, her mind racing with thoughts of her grandchildren. Outside, Lucas walked briskly to his car, which was parked just outside the warehouse. He climbed into the driver's seat, leaving the door open for a