My heart was heavy as I returned to Dashiell's house. I had to leave that night. Hearing those words from Brion made me want to reach out and kiss him, but I couldn't do that. Despite how much I wanted to throw all caution to the wind and let our passion run through the night, I couldn't do that with Brion. It would seem like I cheated with him.I stayed in the car for close to an hour, thinking of Brion's confession. I wondered if I would have gone through with my plans for revenge if he told me about this a month ago. Would I have forgone everything just to be with him? I believe the response would be positive. I admired Brion. There wasn't anything I could fault about him. Dating him would be like a dream come true. The only problem was how that dream got dashed by my thirst for revenge. I was into this and realized it would be difficult to extricate myself until I had done all I planned. Not only to Dashiell but to Lilith and his mother. My family would be the next after I had ta
After letting my hand go, I slithered down his chest until I got to his trousers. “Were you planning to sleep with these?” I reached over to the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on, frowning when I realized he was still dressed in the same clothes he wore to work today. “Yeah.” His cheeks coloured. “I returned an hour ago and just had dinner. I was very tired to remove my clothes,” he groaned, rubbing my eyes. “Are you too tired to do this?” I tried to pull out my hand from him, but he held me, shaking his head. “I'm always ready for you.” He smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling at the side. Nodding, I undid the belt and the zip, pulled his pants to his ankles, and massaged his balls through the boxers. His penis's head looked out from his boxers, awakened from my touch. Low groans escaped from his lips as I stroked him. I removed his boxers. There before me was his cock, thick, slowly engorging as my lips lowered towards him, and tongue enveloped him. I took him into m
I didn't mind having sex with my back to him, more than I would have minded five years ago, back when I still loved him like a fool, believing he would return my affection. His hand went to my hair, and he gripped it, not tight enough to hurt my scalp, but tight for him to hold me without letting go. Holding me by the hair, he slightly lifted me from the bed, as his dick resumed the initial thrusts, almost like he didn't just stop to make certain the screams coming from my throat were of pleasure and not pain. I didn't care about that at all. For satisfaction? I don't care. All I wanted was to release my pent-up frustration, and what other way to do that but to climax? Then the pounding began, flesh against flesh. I tried to clench myself around him, but his pace was too fast and strong. Two more thrusts caused my head to lift off the bed, causing me to let out a moan, which was both pained and needy. Somehow, having him fuck me instead of making love to me made me crave it some mor
Brion cleared his throat, acting a bit too theatrical at the moment. “I just got information about an auction.” “And?” I was eager, trying to rush him to tell me more about his plans. “What about the auction? Who is hosting it? How do I get back to my ex-mother-in-law through it?”“Now you are impatient to know,” he teased, loving it. “Tell me, what do you think I have in mind?” “Brion,” I warned, letting him know I wasn't in the condition to have any mind plays with him. He had already caused me to forfeit my sleep, just to listen to him. I wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush with him. I might have done that had he called in the afternoon. We would have had enough time for his mind plays. “Okay, I will tell you. Your ex-mother-in-law is the most influential person going for the auction." “And?” I still didn't get it. From what he said, I couldn't even tell where he was heading with his suggestions. “What are your plans? I mean, how do I get back at her? By knowing about
A feeling of unease crept up my spine when I heard the words: “Your car's been tampered with, again.” A shiver ran down my neck as a wave of fear washed over me. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut, my breath knocked out of me.“That can't be true.” I shook my head as if he could see me, trying to deny those words, despite knowing Brion would never lie to me. Anyone might, but it would never be Brion. Not in a million years. “It's the truth, Nova. I got notified about it.”My mind raced as I thought back to all the times this had happened before. The flat tyres, the scratched paint, the mysterious noises in the dead of night. It was always the same — a sense of violation, of being watched and targeted.“Do you think it's taking place again?” I whispered, talking of the time Brion was stalked by a deranged woman 3 years ago. It took getting her jailed, for us to rest from the assaults and almost accident. Was this happening again?I felt a surge of anger, my heart pounding
Meeting someone willing to help despite the competition we were going to enter made me know there were still good people out there. He nodded at my words before he returned his focus to the stage. The auctioneer stood nervously, with his hands joined in front of him as he smiled. The way his lips curled reminded me of a Chester cat. I could see him calculating the amount of money he would get from this. A buzz at the entrance caused me to turn, already aware of who it was. Who else but my darling mother-in-law, in all her glory? Amaya Esmeralda James. She stepped in, smiling as she removed her sunglasses. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was the president of the country from the whisper she made with her appearance. I turned before she could see me, opting to relax until the last moment when I would flash the items she wanted to get on her face. The minute my mother-in-law got to her seat, which was on the right from where I sat, the auctioning began. As they un
“You seem happy,” the man next to me noted with a smile. “Was this your reason for coming over?” “Yeah.” I turned, recalling something. “I will be back.” Smiling at the man, I went over to pay off the items and wrote my address so they would deliver the parcel to Dashiell's house. I would have added my address, but I wanted Dashiell to see it. After swiping the card to pay for it, and getting complimented by the auctioneer who kept on trying to hook me with offers I wasn't interested in, I stepped towards the exit with my head held high.As I left the auction room, I felt my mother-in-law's eyes on me, burning with a mixture of anger and resentment. I smiled to myself, knowing I'd won this round. She looked like she was barely keeping herself back from lunging at me.Ignoring her, I walked out, fishing my phone from my handbag, so I could order a ride. But as I made our way to the car park, she caught up to me, her heels clicking on the pavement. “You think you're clever, don't you
DASHIELLI was running late, my mind preoccupied with the grand opening of our company's new venue, when I decided to call my wife. Though she told me she wouldn't be available for it, I was hoping she would change her mind after getting what she requested. “Dashiell. I will —”I heard a loud noise, followed by a thud. A faint rustling sound replaced Nova's voice.“Nova! Nova, answer me!” I screamed into the phone, my heart racing with panic. The line was still open, but there was only silence. It paralysed me with fear.Suddenly, a faint whisper came through the phone. “Dash… El…" My heart shattered into a million pieces. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair as I whispered back, “Nova, I'm here… I'm here. What the hell is going on?” But there was no response. The silence was deafening.I felt tears streaming down my face as I screamed her name again and again, but only silence replied. My world appeared like it was crumbling around me, and I was powerless to stop it.I w