~Charles~I stared at my phone, a smirk tugging at my lips. The post had blown up just as I expected. ‘Who doesn’t love this kind of drama?’ I thought, scrolling through the flood of comments.“You’re mad, bro,” Liam said as he strolled into my room, his phone in hand. He already knew I was the mastermind behind the anonymous post.I chuckled, shrugging with pride. “Well, she’s been acting distant, ignoring my calls and messages. What else was I supposed to do?”“She probably caught wind of your plan. Remember, she went to the changing room looking for you,” he said, dropping into my gaming chair with a thud.“Yeah, that’s my guess too,” I replied smugly, still glued to the screen. “But she’s not the type to just ghost me. Nah, I always come out on top.” I scrolled through another comment and smirked. “The whole school’s gonna see her for who she really is.”“But one thing’s bugging me—how did you even find all that dirt on her? She never talks about personal stuff,” Liam said, his to
~Mia~ I sat in front of the mirror, my eyes were shut as the makeup brush skimmed over my eyelids. The music from the bar could be slightly heard in the dressing room I was in, and even though it was my favorite song, I dared not move. My Aunt Alexa was doing my makeup which was pretty strange and surprising. Not only the fact that she was doing my makeup, but that I needed makeup tonight was confusing. My Aunt Alexa was never this nice to me. “Oh God, I can’t wait to finish this makeover! Their heads will turn tonight!” She squealed with excitement, causing me to furrow my brows. ‘Their heads? Whose heads?’ I wondered, but I couldn’t say a word, or I was going to get hit, like always. Since my parents died in a car accident when I was seven, I have lived with Aunt Alexa since then. And I must confess that it wasn’t the peaceful life I pictured or always wanted. I was bullied and maltreated by her and her children, my cousins. I never did anything right in their sights. In fact
~Mia~ I rushed down the stage, following behind Aunt Alexa keenly. “Please Aunt, don’t sell me off. I promise to pay you back for everything.” I cried behind her, and she took an abrupt turn, looking at me with a straight face. “You have paid back already. Didn’t you hear that man? $100,000! I can manage that.” She responded, letting out a grin. “But… but, I don’t know this man. What if he’s not a good man? What if he ends up…” “I do not care! You’ll have to take care of yourself, Mia! You are an adult. Listen, you need to act cool when we meet him. Don’t you dare act like you are forced to do this, okay?!” She smacked angrily, and I gulped hard.Tears rolled down my cheeks and I hastily ran the back of my hand across my face, completely forgetting that I had makeup on. “Finally, we are getting rid of her. Argh! I can’t believe I dreamt of this day!” Tasha, my cousin spat, walking towards us and standing akimbo next to her mother, Aunt Alexa. “What about her bags?” Aunt Alexa as
~Mia~He took a puff and nodded before looking at me again. “What can you do, Mia?” He asked. “I do basically anything. I can clean and cook pretty well. I used to do this at the clubhouse and my Aunt’s house. Chores don’t scare me.” I responded, and he nodded. “Great. I guess it’s settled then. You’ll take care of the house, cook, and do all necessary things and I’ll pay you at the end of the month.” He uttered, pressing the end of his cigar on the ashtray on the mini table that separated our chairs. “You’ll pay me?” I asked in awe, and he nodded. “Of course, I would. I wouldn’t let you work for free.” “But… but you bought me already. Why did you buy me if you would still pay me for what I’ll do?” I asked in confusion, and he let out a deep breath. “Listen, Mia. I don’t see you as some commodity or asset, I see you as a human. I paid that money because I was scared you would fall into the wrong hands. You seemed so innocent and scared when you were up there, I couldn’t take any
~Ethan ~ “Good morning, Sir.” My secretary greeted me as I walked towards my office door. “Good morning, Stella,” I responded with a wide smile as I headed into my office. As expected, it was all arranged and cleaned. I placed my briefcase on my table and slammed into my chair. I let out a loud sigh as I stared at the ceiling. I replayed what went down with Mia in my head again. It wasn’t the first time since last night, it was in my head throughout the night. I couldn’t forget how perfect and smooth her body was even though I wanted to so badly. Seeing her naked drove me insane, but I couldn’t show her that. I needed her to know that I didn’t get her out of the clubhouse just to use her. I just felt the urge to make sure she was safe. Last night, I was so hard in my shorts after I saw her and I even tried to distract myself by playing games on my iPad, but that didn’t work. I had to… you know, take care of that myself. ‘I’ll forget about her body soon. I know this.’ I assure
~Mia~I woke up at 11 a.m. and that was pretty strange. I couldn’t remember the last time I had stayed asleep this late. At my Aunt Alexa’s, 5 a.m., I am up, or the next thing I’ll hear is a smack on my face. But, I guess my body has quickly adjusted to this peaceful and serene life. ‘And Mr Ethan didn’t bother to wake me up either.’ I thought as I walked into the kitchen. Getting in, I found a sticky note on the fridge. I walked closer to the fridge and took a closer look at what was written on it. “Hey, Mia. I’m off to work now. I believe everything you need for dinner is in the fridge. See you.” I read with a wide smile on my face. ‘He leaves notes too? Who can be more perfect than my boss?’ I thought as I opened the fridge, and I was stunned by how stacked the fridge was with different ingredients and vegetables. I was excited because it was only going to make cooking easier for me. ‘But, should I make dinner now? It’s still quite early…” “Grrrr! Grrr!” The doorbell cut my
~Mia~ After microwaving the whole meal, I began to carry them in a large tray to the dining room, which was on the right side of the living room. As I walked out of the kitchen, my gaze fell on Mr Cross and his girlfriend on the couch, and what I saw shocked me. Sienna was seated on top of his thighs, facing him, and her mouth, I mean, the whole of her mouth was in his. Her eyes were opened and she stared at me keenly from above the couch. I gulped hard and hastily looked away. It seemed like she wanted me to see her doing whatever she was doing to him. It wasn’t my first time seeing people make out, it was a pretty common thing in my Aunt’s clubhouse, but seeing Mr. Ethan, whom I hold in high esteem doing this… It just felt weird. Especially… with her. I took hasty steps out of the dining room and into the kitchen again to bring out the remaining dishes. Every time I entered the dining room, I saw her always looking at me. ‘I wonder what is going on in her mind.’ “Mr Cross, d
~Ethan~ We began to wash the dishes together, she washed with soap and I rinsed with water. The only noise that could be heard was that of the running water and breakable plates. Though the kitchen wasn’t completely silent, I wanted to hear something from her. I wanted to hear her voice. But I knew that would be impossible if I didn’t start up a conversation. “So…” I uttered out of nowhere, giving her a jump scare. The plate in her hand slipped off and smashed into the floor causing a loud noise. The glass shattered all over the kitchen floor and she instantly fell to her knees to start picking up the pieces. “I’m so sorry, Mr Cross. I…” I moved closer to her and hastily grabbed her by the arm, lifting her from the floor. “There can be glass anywhere. You could injure yourself.” I uttered, moving her away from the spot. I looked at her legs and realized she didn’t even have flip-flops on. “Stay back. I’ll take care of it.” I added. “I’m so sorry, Mr Cross. I didn’t mean to.” Sh
~Charles~I stared at my phone, a smirk tugging at my lips. The post had blown up just as I expected. ‘Who doesn’t love this kind of drama?’ I thought, scrolling through the flood of comments.“You’re mad, bro,” Liam said as he strolled into my room, his phone in hand. He already knew I was the mastermind behind the anonymous post.I chuckled, shrugging with pride. “Well, she’s been acting distant, ignoring my calls and messages. What else was I supposed to do?”“She probably caught wind of your plan. Remember, she went to the changing room looking for you,” he said, dropping into my gaming chair with a thud.“Yeah, that’s my guess too,” I replied smugly, still glued to the screen. “But she’s not the type to just ghost me. Nah, I always come out on top.” I scrolled through another comment and smirked. “The whole school’s gonna see her for who she really is.”“But one thing’s bugging me—how did you even find all that dirt on her? She never talks about personal stuff,” Liam said, his to
~Mia~‘Bzzz! Bzzz!’ My phone’s vibration jolted me awake. Groaning softly, I groped blindly on the bedside table, trying to find it.With half-closed eyes, I grabbed the phone and answered, pressing it against my ear as my lids slid shut again.“Hello,” I mumbled, shielding my eyes with my hand.“Mia?”My eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. I bolted upright. “Hello?”“Aunt Alexa?” I stammered, stunned. I hadn’t expected to ever hear from her again. ‘Why is she calling me now?’“You’re there!” Her upbeat voice practically burst through the speaker. “For a moment, I thought the call had dropped. How are you?”“I’m... fine, Aunt,” I replied, furrowing my brows.“I know this is sudden,” she said, her tone brisk, “but I don’t have time to explain everything right now. Can you swing by the club today?”“The club?” I repeated, my voice tinged with confusion. “What’s going on at the club?”Before she could answer, the door creaked open, and Ethan walked in carrying a tray. On it were
~Mia~A salty warmth touched my tongue as it flicked over his tip, sending a shiver down my spine."Uhmm…" he groaned, his fingers tightening around my head in a wave of pleasure. It was his precum.I took him into my mouth again, savoring the moment, but before I could go further, he pulled away, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths."I don't want to finish yet," he said, his eyes heavy with desire. "Not until I’ve satisfied you first."Gently, he guided me onto my back, his hands firm but tender. His head dipped between my legs, and I felt his lips against my most sensitive spot, separated only by the delicate barrier of my lace panties."Fuck…" I gasped, my back arching as an intense wave of pleasure washed over me. The dampness of my soaked panties was undeniable, and embarrassment prickled at my skin.I instinctively started to close my legs, but he stopped me, sliding my panties down to my knees. My heart raced as he gazed at me with unrestrained hunger, his stare ig
~Mia~Mr. Cross opened the door, and we stepped into the house together. Evening had already set in. We’d spent countless hours at the restaurant, talking and indulging in new dishes.When I finally surrendered to the limits of my stomach, he insisted on taking me to an ice cream shop for my favorite flavor—strawberry.Once inside, he spun playfully in the center of the living room. “So…” he began with a soft smile, his expression a mix of warmth and mischief that mirrored the playful side I’d seen all day. “We’re back home.”“Yes, we are,” I replied softly, heading toward the couch. I dropped my bag onto it, my gaze lingering on his.His excitement bubbled over as he stammered, “We… we should dance.”“Really?” I asked with a chuckle, raising a brow in surprise.He nodded eagerly, stepping backward toward the TV. Pulling out his phone, he began playing Perfect by Ed Sheeran, syncing it to the speakers. The music swelled, filling the room with its tender melody.“I can’t dance,” I adm
~Mia~Mr. John took a different route home, while Mr. Cross and I headed to a restaurant for lunch. Despite feeling sad and heartbroken, my stomach wouldn't stop growling.As I sat quietly in the car, my phone started buzzing non-stop with messages flooding in from Sharon and Charles.I opened Charles' messages first. "I’ve heard you, Mia. Honestly, I thought I could stay mad at you for more than a day, but I can’t. I’ve forgiven you. Let’s meet up."I scoffed and shook my head at his words. ‘Unbelievable.’“What’s wrong?” Mr. Cross glanced at me, his eyes briefly darting to my phone.“Charles texted me,” I replied, scrolling to the next message. "Where are you, babe? Sharon told me you went looking for me in the changing room, but I didn’t see you. Did you see me?"“What’s he saying?” Mr. Cross asked, returning his focus to the road.“Just random things. He’s acting like the perfect boyfriend I thought he was,” I said flatly, just as another message popped up."Are you still on campu
~Ethan~ John burst into my office, phone clutched tightly in his hand. "Ethan! Ethan!" he shouted, his voice brimming with excitement. I looked up from my laptop, curiosity piqued."Can you stop yelling?" I muttered, my tone barely masking my annoyance. "I'm trying to focus here.""Oh, come on, forget work for a minute," he shot back, plopping into the chair across from me. A sly grin spread across his face. "Guess who's about to go on a date?"I slowly lifted my head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you on about? You’ve got a woman now?" I asked, my gaze shifting to the phone he eagerly held out."Darla," he declared, turning the screen toward me. "Met her on Tinder. She's absolutely perfect, mate. Just moved into town. We've been chatting for weeks, and guess what? She wants to meet up. I’ve got a date tomorrow night!""I see, that’s good," I said, forcing a smile to seem supportive. Truth be told, I wasn’t really interested. Listening to him gush about his newfound roman
~Mia~I’d just finished getting ready for school and was rushing to leave the house, my mind spinning with fragmented thoughts about what might’ve gone down between me and Mr. Cross.My memories were scattered, like a puzzle missing crucial pieces, and I was desperate to piece it together. What exactly had he done?“He warned me about someone taking advantage of me, only to do the same thing?” I muttered bitterly, grabbing my tote bag. Before stepping out, I took a quick look in the mirror.An ironed shirt tucked into black trousers cinched at the waist with a belt, paired with simple flats—I looked polished enough. I’d left my hair loose, hoping it would distract from the dark circles under my eyes. Still, the hangover clung to me like a shadow.As I shut my door, I heard Mr. Cross’s door close too. Our eyes locked, and my stomach churned. His gaze seemed to pull fragments of memory from the depths of my mind—the bathtub, his voice, the confusion.I wasn’t ready to confront him. Not
~Mia~ “Hmm…” I squinted, slowly releasing the tension in my eyes. As they fluttered open, the sunlight streaming in hit me, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my head.“Argh,” I muttered, clutching my head as I struggled to sit up. My head felt like a weight my neck could barely hold, and my body seemed unfamiliar, almost foreign.Glancing around my room, I took in the sight of my pajamas. Something flickered in my memory, but it didn’t match what I was seeing now.I let out a low groan, trying to piece it together. The party. I’d been dancing, drinking... and then, I ended up in the bathroom.I leaned over to my bedside table, grabbing my phone, still plugged into its charger. Oddly, I couldn’t remember connecting it. “When did I even get home?” I muttered to myself.I switched on my internet connection, and almost instantly, my phone buzzed and vibrated non-stop. Notifications and messages poured in like a flood, but I only had my eyes set on one thing—messages from Charles.To m
~Ethan~ My tires screeched as I abruptly pulled up in front of the school gate. With a sharp flick, I turned off my engine and slid out of my car. I took hasty and long strides towards the gate, yanking it open in a hurry. I stood in the middle of the school compound, my gaze running through the building as I looked for where the party was taking place. Just then, I heard faint music from the back of one of the tall buildings, and from its side, I could see blue and red lights. ‘There!’ I ran towards the direction of the music, running through the road that led to the back, and there the building was. There were numerous students in front. Some were drinking, some were laughing and chatting and some were making out. As I made my way through them, I could feel their gazes on me. “Wow! Who is he?” “He looks pretty pissed.” “He’s so handsome!” “More like a sugar daddy!” The ladies squealed, but I care less about them. “Mia!” I yelled as I burst into the building. I looked around a