The urgency in Timothy's voice during our phone conversation had left me on edge. As I stood at the door of his apartment, a knot of worry twisted in my stomach. When he opened the door, the tension etched on his face confirmed that something was terribly wrong. "Timothy, what happened?" I asked, m
As I stormed out of the police station, fury surged within me. Timothy followed suit, his jaw clenched. "What the hell are we going to do now, Timothy?" I demanded, my voice edged with frustration. He turned to face me, his expression grave. "We have to be strategic, Evie. Tact is crucial in handl
I slipped my hand out from his pants and he looked back at me, seemingly affronted. Wordlessly, I got down on my knees and situated myself in front of him, licking my lips as his cock spasmed. “What are you…” He was cut off when I ran my hands up his thighs and leaned closer to him, my breaths labo
I could feel the weight of Andy's suspicious gaze as he eyed me across the room. Despite his attempt at a cordial greeting, there was an underlying tension, a silent accusation lingering in the air. "Sorry for being late, folks. Work held me up," Andy apologized, though his eyes darted between Timo
My heart raced as I turned abruptly, finding Mia standing behind me, her presence unexpected and unsettling in the dimly lit room. "Mia," I stammered, trying to compose myself. "I was just..." She interrupted with a knowing look, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "You're a long way
A heavy silence descended upon the room, the words hanging like a heavy shroud, suffocating the air. “S-Stella…dead?” the words escaped my lips, and I clamped my mouth shut. Mia's hand flew to her mouth in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. "No, it can't be..." Timothy stammered, "What... what
We remained silent on the way home. Occasionally, I’d glance over at Timothy, and he looked visibly upset. I couldn't bear to leave him alone in this state. "I'll stay with you tonight, Tim," I offered, feeling a sense of duty. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be alone either. A glimmer of gratitude f
The studio lights glared, casting a surreal glow as the cameras began to roll. My heart pounded like a drumbeat, resonating through my chest. I found myself seated across from Bette Frieman and could barely keep my hands and legs from shaking. Her warm smile was reassuring amidst the sea of faces in