Getting fired from Sky Blue hotel was painful since its payment covers more than half of my income but I wasn't this devastated as I am now. I didn't realize how much I have become emotionally attached to Mr Ken and his family, that getting fired from the restaurant doesn't seem like I am losing a job rather a family.It hurts. It hurts so bad!As I walked hopelessly to nowhere in particular I couldn't stop the tears licking from my eyes. I have been holding them inside with all my strength as I didn't want to give that fool, Liam, the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I know he takes pleasure in my pain and suffering.I honestly thought I had seen the last of him when he got me fired from the hotel but like a vicious, stubborn cancer he spouted his ugly head in my life once more to ruin me.In the space of 24 hours I have lost both jobs. I have lost everything!I was abruptly taken away from my thoughts when I had a loud, whooshing noise behind me that sounded like the engine of a vehic
Amelia's step brother Benjamin is what you will call a typical pervert and loser. At 23 years he has no friends, nevermind a girlfriend. Being jobless, he spends most of his time watching porn and jerking off and since he started venturing into porn his greatest fantasy has been to have sex with Amelia, his step sister. He always visualizes both of them engaging in illicit sexual activities anytime he views porn. It's no wonder why his best porn scenes are the ones featuring family taboo, especially step siblings.He was in the act of jerking off to one of his numerous family taboo porn videos in his room when he suddenly started hearing what sounded like his sister Sandra shouting at someone and Benjamin knew pretty well that the only person in the house his sister ever raises her voice to is none other than their step sister, Amelia so Benjamin quickly stopped what he was doing as he dropped the phone on his bed and dressed himself properly.He planned on going out to separate the f
I tried to get into Benjamin's room but I wasn't able to as the door was locked, probably bolted from inside.This fool thinks it will be that easy to get away from me? Hell no! I must make sure I punish him for what he did.With all the strength in me I banged on his wooden door with my tiny hands like a raging lunatic to the point it hurts my own hands.“Benjamin, you sicko. I know you can hear me open this door right now!.." I was screaming repeatedly while at it…“What are you doing? What has come over you? Do you want to break down the door?" My step mom, Becky, came complaining and her daughter Sandra, my step sister, was with her.“Amelia have you lost it? Have your bad stench made you go insane?" Sandra kept saying.“I think she has been possessed by some demon. Just look at her," Becky said with a frown but I just ignored both of them.What her son did was both gross and a crime. Spying on me while I bathe? That's freaking sexual harassment! I couldn't even bring myself to st
Going to see the basketball finals would not be on my top ten list of things to do to comfort myself but right now, even a stroll to the pig sty would be luxury. I need to get out of this hell hole ASAP and Mr Patrick's offer is right on time. Burrowing through the heap of my clothes which are all office clothes or wretched ones- that is a reflection of how my life has been; work work work and no play. After searching frantically for something decent to wear, I settle for a pair of baggy shorts and an old hand me down t-shirt. I quickly touch up my face and hair before dashing out of the house.“I am ready!” I announced with a weird smile as I was not overly confident about my look.“Sorry, but you look really gorgeous,” Mr Patrick said in a sincere tone and that gave me a measure of comfort and confidence with a little red cheeks…Mr Patrick and I arrived just about when the game was about to start and we made ourselves comfortable in our allocated seats. The stadium was a bit cold a
Hela leaned in towards me again, this time, more desperate for my attention. I was trying to keep things on a platonic level since we were in public but I wasn't really doing a good job of controlling myself. I toyed with the idea of a quickie with her. I just knew that Felix would take a while on his business call and besides, the focus was on the game for now, not me."You know, I intended to send those messages to you, not him", she said, her eyes full with lust.I couldn't believe my ears so I decided to go for the kill. I put my hand under the arm of the chair and scouted for her skirt with my fingers. I kept my face expressionless and faced the game as I reached for the space between her legs. Fucking cunt! She was wearing a gstring with a hole in the middle to serve its purpose. I dug my two enormous fingers into her honey jar, she was already moist down there. She gave a soft whimper as she knew better than to moan out loud. I pounded my fingers ferociously into her till I beg
AMELIAThe game ended and the people started leaving the stadium but Mr Patrick and I were still in our seats as we were still watching the closing ceremony program which was quite fun to be honest more fun than the actual game to me. I love the dances and songs being sung but just then my eyes caught sight of Liam roving about each stand and seat like he was in search of something and he had some security men with him.I just knew instantly I was the one he was looking for and I know he has really bad plans for me- to humiliate and suffer me further.I must not let him see me. I mustn't!“I think we should start leaving now," I said hurriedly to Mr Patrick and he looked a bit surprised as he could tell I was enjoying the event.“O..kay..." He wanted to say something but he hadn't finished speaking when I was already up and leaving. I didn't mean to be rude to him. I just can't deal with any humiliation from Liam at this moment...LIAM“Sir we couldn't find her,” the security men cam
AMELIAI woke up feeling bright and energetic for the day. I was ready to take on the day with a positive mind. Sitting up straight I looked through my phone to plan my itinerary for the day. I had five places to go for my job application. If I could split myself into those five places, I would take on all the five jobs because I really need money. Like seriously!Making a mental note of some things I prepped myself to head out but first I have to take my bath. I made sure my door was properly locked this time to prevent the last incident from happening again. I was not so surprised that Sandra and her mother didn't take sides with me, but I was more annoyed by the lack of sympathy, considering that I'm a woman like them. They should have understood what I was going through, but instead, they showed how wicked and heartless they are by supporting Benjamin despite knowing what I said was the truth.Since I know no one got my back it's left to me to keep myself safe. So I have to alway
AMELIAThat was the second time I was being kicked out without any tangible reason.What's going on?!I turned around and left before embarrassing myself further. It was almost midday, and still no assurance of any means of livelihood for me. I try to keep my head high, not wanting to break my strong spirit but I was already feeling half broken by the mean treatment I was getting and, worse, hunger.I grudgingly pinched my t-fare to buy a snack bar. I needed strength to continue the journey. The remaining three interviews were no different from the first two. I was rejected in the same manner.I took the nearest bus home after trekking for quite a distance to cut the cost. I was tired, hungry, and jobless.On getting home, I was grateful that at least none of those bullies were around to bother me. I was still angry with them because of the previous day's saga. With weary legs I headed for my room, crashing on the bed like a falling tree. After laying in silence for about five minute
I tossed my phone onto the couch beside me, leaning back and crossing my arms. It was infuriating. She didn’t even seem to realize what she had, the opportunities she was being handed on a silver platter. I would’ve killed to be in her shoes, to have even a fraction of what she had. But no, Amelia is so dense, and she probably didn’t even appreciate it.Taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone again, staring at her face on the screen. My fingers hovered over the “like” button for a second before I swiped past the post entirely. Never!But as much as I tried to push it all away, the images stayed with me: her smiles, the ease with which she fit into a world I’d wanted badly. And the jealousy burned hotter than ever.I was still trying to distract myself with other things when I heard a knock on the door. I got up hesitant to see who was at the door. It was our neighbor from a few blocks away, Patrick. “Hi Sandra, is your sister home?” He asked with a bright smile.Seriously if I hea
AMELIA'S POV When Liam gets worked up, it’s a different kind of entertainment altogether. I should probably feel bad about how much I was enjoying this, but honestly, watching him pace around his living room, muttering about the weather, of all things, was pure comedy.“It was the wind,” he said for the fifth time, pointing accusingly at nothing in particular. “It wasn’t a fair game. Every time I swung, the wind blew the ball off target. Did you see that, Amelia? The wind was against me.”I pressed my lips together, trying my absolute best to hold in the laugh that threatened to burst out. “The wind, huh?” I said, feigning seriousness. “Not Tristan’s skill or the fact that he beat you fair and square?”He shot me a glare, pacing to the other side of the room. “It wasn’t fair! Did you see his shot on the other hole? The wind actually helped him. It was like it was in his favor the entire time.”This time, I couldn’t stop myself. A laugh slipped out, and I quickly covered my mouth, try
Although this was to be a friendly golf game, it was a lowkey competition. It was a match between the creme de la creme. They weren’t here to just play; they were here to win.Felix stood on the sidelines with a look of concentration, cheering Liam on at every shot, calling out words of encouragement and advice. He looked completely wrapped up in the game. Across from him, Hela was cheering just as loudly for the Prince, her eyes flashing every time Liam’s shot veered slightly off course. It was hard not to notice the way she would give him these pointed looks whenever he glanced her way. I could tell she was annoyed with him, though I didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because of Sophie, the girl Liam had brought along, who was currently watching the game with a slightly bored look on her face. Liam had not even bothered to introduce her to Tristan.I, on the other hand, didn’t know where to put my support. Part of me wanted to root for Liam because he is my boss. But then there wa
LIAM'S POVAfter a few rounds of beating Felix at golf, I went to sit down for a break.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the table, scanning the place for Amelia. She'd been gone longer than it should have taken to grab a few drinks, and I was really parched. My gaze flickered to the clock on my phone, and I felt a small spike of irritation rise within me. Where could she possibly be?Finally, I spotted her weaving through the crowd, balancing a tray of drinks in her hands and looking a little flustered. I raised an eyebrow as she reached the table, setting down the glasses carefully."Did you decide to brew the drinks yourself ?" I asked with mild sarcasm, though the curiosity was genuine. "What took so long?"Before she could answer, a voice came from just behind her."I was the cause."I looked up, my eyes meeting those of a man I hadn’t seen in a while. The faintest trace of surprise flickered within me, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I kept my expression neutral, just star
AMELIA'S POVAs I made my way to the golf club bar to grab drinks for the group, I was honestly relieved to escape for a few minutes. The whole golf course vibe was beginning to feel like a reality show. I took a deep breath, appreciating the quiet of the bar, and walked up to place my order.As I reached the counter, I signaled to the bar man to attend to me. While I was waiting for him to get the drinks ready, a man came to join me at the counter, casually dressed in a polo shirt that somehow looked expensive and well-tailored. He had a confidence about him, the kind that seemed effortless. His back was to me, but he was chatting with the bartender, flashing a grin that made the older man laugh. It was charming, I had to admit, but I was here first and I didn’t come here to socialize. I just wanted the drinks and to get back before Liam decided to make a scene about me taking too long.“Excuse me, what's taking so long? I've been here for about ten minutes.” I said impatiently.“Mad
Greg's POVI made sure tonight was perfect. Every little detail had to be right because Kate well, she deserved that much. She had this sweetness about her, a kindness that I hadn’t seen in a long time. And if there was one thing I wanted, it was to make sure she had a good time, a night to remember.The restaurant was elegant but not overdone. Dim lighting, soft music, nothing too flashy or crowded. I wanted her to feel at ease, to see me as someone who could offer her a world outside of the bling lifestyle, a world where she could just relax and enjoy herself.In about ten minutes from our agreed meeting time, she walked in.“Hey” She greeted me with a shy smile. “Hope I can be pardoned for being ten minutes late?”“You're the boss and the boss is never late.” I beaned which made her smile widen.I pulled her chair out as she sat, watching as her cheeks flushed slightly. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft and genuine. I smiled back, trying to keep it gentle. This wasn’t the t
Instead of being even slightly affected, he just leaned back with that infuriating smile. “Is that so? Well, I think you're worrying about the wrong issues. Should I give you something new to worry about, since you have enough time for this?” His eyes gleamed with a hint of that arrogance that made me want to scream. "And might I remind you, Amelia, that you’re here on my terms. So maybe do well to know your place.”‘Know your place.’ As if he was some kind of king, and I was supposed to be grateful just to breathe the same air.I bit back a retort, knowing that arguing with him would get me nowhere. But as I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel pity for poor Susan. He's right though, how can she just throw herself at him so cheaply? It's not even up to 24 hours since he started flirting with her and now she's stale news.******AMELIA'S POVLater that day…It was just supposed to be a work lunch, a quiet meal to go over some details Liam wanted to discuss in a “better setting” outsi
LIAM'S POVAfter a busy day today, I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone, trying to catch up on a few emails when it buzzed.“Hello?”“Um… hi, Liam! It’s Susan… from the restaurant?” cane the voice at the other end.Ah, right. The girl from the restaurant. The one with that nervous laugh and doe-eyed expression every time I glanced in her direction. She must’ve finally worked up the courage to call me. I smiled, leaning back on the couch.“Suzy,” I said smoothly, letting her name roll off my tongue like I’d been expecting her call all day. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”“Oh! Well, I didn’t want to, you know, bother you too soon.” Her voice was breathy, a little timid, and I could almost picture her twirling her hair nervously on the other end of the line.“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have given you my number if I didn’t want to hear from you,” I said, dropping my voice a bit. The flattery was easy, almost automatic.There was a shy giggle from her end.“So,
KATE'S POVSitting in my office, I was flipping through some files when a knock on the door pulled me from my work. I looked up to see my assistant standing there, holding a bouquet of roses so vibrant they looked like they belonged in a dream. My mind went blank for a second as I stared at the flowers, taken completely by surprise."These are for you, ma’am," she said with a polite nod, handing them over before disappearing just as quickly as she arrived to give me some space.I blinked, glancing down at the bouquet in my hands, still trying to process it. Who could have sent me flowers? Nestled among the roses was a small envelope, so I plucked it out and carefully opened it. Inside was a card, and written in elegant handwriting were the words:“To the most radiant woman in the building, your beauty is matched only by your intelligence. I would be honored if you'd join me for dinner. Somewhere nice and cozy, away from hospital smells.- Greg.”I chuckled as I read his words again, ha