23*Slammed The Door*I couldn’t stand here anymore, why did he kiss me in front of the cameras? I fisted my hair, my eyes couldn’t hold back the tears I was deliberately trying to pause, I let them shed down. Twenty minutes passed by and I couldn’t control my hysterias. I was gone out of control. He had no idea what he bought for me; Liam and his torture was what he gifted me. I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sit
24“Jenna! Dear, where are you?” I heard Miss. Beckett inspected me but my main focus was more on the cramps I was enduring, my lower area was showing me a trailer of labour pain. I bit my lower lip in order not to turn my pains into whines. That’s when the bathroom door banged, “Jenna, dear are you there?” “Y-yes… Miss. Bec-kett,” Pain didn’t let me talk straight. I crossed my arms around my lower abdomen and stood straight in my posture after removing my bottom. My eyes landed on the purple bruises, they legit looked fresh. The fact filled tears in my eyes, “My dear, it's nine-fifteen and you still haven’t shown up. Kevin is waiting for you, he says he won’t eat until you come,” Miss. Beckett used her semi-scolding tone to indicate to me the gravity of the situation. I wanted to run away from here as it was not safe for me even here, somebody didn’t spare a chance exploiting my body… or was I dreaming? Was it a skin condition? “Jenna, I don’t want Mr. Grande to come into your ro
25Two Weeks Later, I wasn’t sure if I could survive longer under Brandon’s judgemental tastes or inflexible demands but miraculously I was still here; stroking Kevin’s hair as he fell asleep beside me for an evening power nap. This little boy had become my tension buster the day he hugged me and accepted me as his own, We had understood each other too well and shared a strong bond; just like perfect mother and son. I usually woke up at five in the morning, dropped him at school and then he came home, tried, in the evening, and we spent the whole day together. That’s how our last two weeks had passed, without any Brandon and his deep gazes. Yes, Brandon wasn’t here. He had to travel for work without any break and that was why he couldn’t make to home, leaving us all to ourselves and I swear, nothing was much more peaceful than living independently without any bothering stares. His body language always perturbed me and I prayed for his delay in work.Kevin made a movement and moved
26 “Tsk… Tsk… Tsk, Stella baby, what a strange surprise to see you here,” Brandon came ahead eyeing Stella’s back and stopped tall in front of Stella’s face. Stella stood there eyeing down, gulping as she feared for her life, her expressions dramatically changed into fright. Brandon raised two fingers to pull her chin in order to make her meet his eyes. “I admire your boldness, baby.” Brandon’s tone was slightly different than his usual tones. It was more like he was ridiculing and intimidating her. “I’m sorry, ma…” Brandon leaned closer on her, joining his lips on her jawline, I saw him whispering something in her ears, making it inaudible for me to hear and stiffening her by whatever he said to her. “Shhh… baby, you’re not allowed to say the word in front of anyone,” I heard him whispering in her ear, making her go pale and mouthless. I watched them creating an undeniable tension in the room. “Understood,” Brandon’s hand running on her hair after he muffled something inaudible
27BrandonI closed the script I was holding in my hand and placed it on the table. Sighing, I shut my eyes just to recall the new toy I have under my radar, Jenna. The breathtakingly beautiful girl who seemed perfect to satisfy my hungry beast. Her face, appearing plump lips, seducing bright olive-green eyes that shined the brightest all the time; they held thousands of emotions in the same second, sometimes she displayed her tamed, soft side and other times her eyes ignited the ferocity her soul is capable of holding. All of her body called out to me like her skin was begging me to explore her each inch, or I might say my fervid beast couldn’t hold himself once she came around. Everything turned upside down the day my eyes fell on her, she looked mesmerizing when she stood self-assertive in front of hundreds of cameras on the red carpet, trying to maintain a bold picture of hers but failing terribly. Those very eyes that day held apprehension, submissiveness, delicacy turned me on
28Friday, Morning. Jenna“Relax. Relax Jenna, It’s just breakfast.” This was what I had been repeating in my mind. I’d never imagined that Brandon would try to control and force himself upon me. I thought he was a nice man; a reliable gentleman unlike my husband but he turned out to be exactly like him, one who loved to isolate a woman and impose himself on her so she would be his submissive and serve him with her blood and sweat.But I didn’t approve of living that miserable life, I chose to step out and voice my justice and I would never ever let any other man repeat history. It was over for me. I was walking out to the garden of the mansion as Brandon wanted to have breakfast under the sun but I wasn’t sure if I could have breakfast with him, not only because I had a problem with heatstroke but also that I didn’t want to face Brandon after days of ignoring him. I had been avoiding him as much as possible whilst he made ignorance possibly hard for me. I never regretted my decisi
29One Week Later I had to do this. Brandon tricked me into saying yes and ever since that happened, he changed completely as I agreed to him treating me better, I didn’t expect him to take care of me like that. I mean he degraded me when I was only his employee, now that finally ended up manipulating me into saying yes as his girlfriend -or I believed as his sideline enjoyment-, he changed himself for me. It was the reverse circle going on here, Liam first treated me like a diva before marriage and after he changed into a bastard, whilst here, Brandon seemed to be doing the opposite of it. He was proving to be a good partner after that day, I doubted for a while if I should really call him that- but yes, it was true, he was protective of me, he spent time with Kevin and me, he took us to private dinners twice in such a short period. He respected my opinion of not escalating our relationship news.I never thought he would become this… really amazing boyfriend nor I imagine I woul
30“Get ready for the show,” “Get ready for the show,” I knew what that meant. That’s all my mind had been repeating from the moment Brandon whispered in my ears in front of Kevin in the car. We reached the mansion, Kevin insisted me walk with him as he wanted to show me one of his latest favourite books. I stole a glance at Brandon before leaving with Kevin, his eyes glooming the darkest colour as they told me he was determined to get what he indirectly demanded from me tonight. We passed an hour on his books and new toys while my mind kept revolving around Brandon, I doubted if I mistook the meaning of what he said, maybe he meant something else? But another thought passed, advocating, he said absolutely what I understood as we were going to share an intimate session for the first time but couldn’t. It was almost Kevin’s bedtime and I finally tugged him to bed, read his favourite story of three astronauts till he dozed off to sleep. I picked up Kevin’s mess to give myself some