Nicholas returned to the house after he had seen his father off, and he headed upstairs for his room while Mary tidied up the house.The cleaners were coming tomorrow, so she was just going to do the little she could, and they would do the rest. She sat down on the sofa after she had finished the cleanup, but a thought was still weighing on her mind.What Sebastian's father had said hadn’t left her, and it nagged her that Nicholas didn’t seem like he cared at all. Does he not want children?Mary had always wanted children—lots of them, maybe 4 or 5. That had been all that she had been dreaming of when she was in the convent.She had imagined that if she ever got married and left the convent, she was going to have a lot of children. She had grown up alone in the convent, except for the few friends she had met.She doesn’t want her child to experience being alone, which is why she wants to have many. If anything ever happens to her, like death, they will have each other.The cool air fro
Get out!" Nicholas thundered.Mary was still lying half on the bed with her ruined pants on the floor, and her pussy still dripping with his seed and her juices. She was trying to regain herself after the brutal session, and there was no way she could gain control of her legs. And she missed what Nicholas was saying."Are you deaf or something? Get out?" Nicholas repeated, his tone irritated. The orgasm seemed to have made him a bit sober. At this point, Mary's ears pricked up."Are you talking to me?" She asked unsure, her voice still shaky and hoarse from crying. She has managed to pull her dress down and turn to sit on the bed."Who else would I be talking to? We are the only ones in the room." Nicholas snapped. Her voice was only making him mad, and he couldn’t stand it any longer."Ok." Mary quietly whispered so as not to anger him any further, and she managed to stand up. But that was a grave mistake, seeing that her legs almost crumbled under her."Where are you going?" Nichol
Mary stood outside the gate of Harrington’s mansion, feeling very much like a fish out of water. She had no idea where she should go. And it didn’t help that it was still the early hours of the morning and there was no movement.She looked sideways; the houses surrounding her looked a little strange to her. It was the first time she had come out of the house since she got married, and she didn’t know anywhere else.She decided to go to the right. I mean, right is literally right. Nothing can go wrong with that. She hitched her bag high up on her shoulders, clutching it like her life depended on it, and Mary began to walk the quiet toad.It was a little before 5, hence the reason why it was still lonely. People were still waking up from their beds. She walked down the street with no sense of direction, hoping to see someone she knew.Or maybe a motel where she could stay to pierce her thoughts. She was suddenly grateful Helena had given her money; it was going to be very useful during t
Now Mary was obviously stranded. Why did she even keep her money? She shouldn't have done anything about it and just left it there.She was truly lost, and all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. She wished Helena was here; she would know what to do. And she wouldn’t be so careless like her.But that was not going to happen, there was only one thing for her to do now; she was just going to walk around in search of a job, and maybe miraculously, she would be able to get one, and they would offer shelter to their staff.But if there was no other option, she was going to find a convent that would be willing to allow her to spend the night. although she doubted it was going to yield any fruit.She had already passed eighteen years, and that was the limit for getting accepted into a convent.Mary dragged her weary body along the street, ignoring the nasty stares she got from women and the ravenous looks men were giving her.Her legs were aching from all the walking. She was tir
"Want some bread? Jack asked, pointing to the brown bag beside his seat. Mary could perceive the scent of the pastries throughout the car, and it was making her salivate. But she tried her best to hold herself together."No, thank you." It pained her to say the words, but she politely declined. Mary couldn’t trust it; it could be poisoned, for all she knows."Alright." Jack left it be, and they continued their drive in silence. But every now and then, her stomach would growl in protest as it was totally empty, and Mary clutched it in pain. "Are you sure you don’t want to eat? I promise it is not poisoned.""Thank you." She declined politely as she faced the dashboard. She tried to take her mind off the scent of bagels she could perceive, and Jack chuckled at her antics."I understand your fears." Jack said as he opened the bag and took a bagel. He bit into it, chewing slowly. "See?" He opened his mouth to show Mary. "Not poisoned. Here, have some."Mary looked at the loaf he was offer
The man whose name Mary didn’t know stood still for a moment, his hard-on long forgotten. He couldn’t stand the tears, as he didn’t know how best to comfort the owners. And seeing this beautiful stranger in front of him crying was putting him off.Although he paid for sex, he liked the sex to be enjoyable between the two parties. It was better that way and more pleasurable, and at the end, they will both be satisfied. Also, the other party wouldn't have to scream raped.He stood for a moment, watching her cry her heart out, and he wondered if this was her first time doing this. If it was, she must be having second thoughts about it, hence the tears.But this was beyond a first-timer's experience. Her tears were coming from a place of deep anguish. He moved closer to her, trying to comfort her as best he could."There, there." He patted her back as she continued sobbing. "Just let it all out."Mary’s cry increased to another crescendo. She couldn’t believe she was almost going to have
Mary left with Jack, leaving Lincoln behind. They entered his car, and this time it was completely silent. Each was feeling the sting of betrayal and lost in thought.Meanwhile, Mary was thinking of what Lincoln had said to her. As she was leaving with Jack, he had squeezed some bills into her hand and a written note with his number."I know this may not have worked as planned, but you can always reach out to me if you are in need, and I will be happy to help." Lincoln had whispered in her ears.Mary had received it with gratitude but was unable to thank him before Jack went out, and she had to follow suit."I must apologize for what happened earlier today. It was wrong for me to assume you would be interested in that kind of work." Jack apologized to Mary, his tone sounding sincere."It is alright." Mary replied. She had pretty much forgiven him when he offered to give her another job. She watched from the window as the car passed them, and anytime she saw a G wagon or a Tesla pass b
They took the stairs down, as there were no elevators in the building. And as they passed the second floor, Amy said. "There is a strip club on this floor and room for private dances."Mary was appalled by the words; she couldn’t believe that Jack would hire strippers. But then he had tried to pimp her out the first time they met, so it wasn’t all that shocking.Then a thought flashed through her mind, and her eyes widened as she imagined it. "Excuse me,""Yea?" Amy turned to look at her briefly."Does that mean we are also going to be working as strippers?" Mary asked, because if it were so, she was going to have to table your resignation letter now."Hahaha. Your face." Amy gestured to her face as she burst into laughter. But Mary's frown only deepened, not finding it amusing. "No, we don’t strip. Jack has girls working in the strip club. But if you are interested, he can always move you there."Mary shook her head. She doesn’t think she could do that. "No, I think I am okay with th