Caroline ***** I slurped on my near-empty iced coffee and earned a look from Nuel. Flashing him an apologetic smile, I opened the passenger door of Marshall's SUV and jumped inside. Nuel closed it after me and walked around to the driver door. My body and brain were truly exhausted. Shopping was not for the weak. I fastened the seatbelt over my lap and rested my head against the headrest with a sigh. Nuel slid in beside me without a word. He cranked the ignition and music played softly from the radio. I'd noticed today, during our last few hours together, that Nuel didn't like me. It was nothing he said or anything. I was sure Marshall would have his head removed if he was rude to me. But his face made this shape whenever he looked at or talked to me. Like my presence just annoyed the ever loving shit out of him. I didn't want to be annoying and I didn't want to waste his time. In general, I was used to being as invisible as possible to avoid attention of any kind. So it bothered
Marshall ***** I felt like a kid again. So impressed, infatuated and carefree. There were no strings attached to my awe, no logic or thinking. Just feeling. Feelings, the thing only weak people experienced. The thing that made one vulnerable and exposed. The thing that made one forsake duty and obligation. Feelings always lead to failure which always results in punishment. So how then could I look at her with such naive wonder? How did I not quiver from that familiar burn of self-loathing? From knowing that I had lost control of myself? That I had rendered myself exposed to my enemies? It wasn't that I didn't know better. My father had beaten me enough times for just pausing at the storefront of a toy shop, for glancing too long at a bustling playground. I knew better but I no longer cared. One glance at my stunning angel and my senses abandoned me. She stripped me of all rational logic, reduced me to a state of pure instinct and desire. She was glowing, her fair skin shimmer
Marshall*****My angel waded through the entrance of the golden-bathed foyer. Honey gold light radiated from enormous chandeliers overhead, glowing off the marble that covered the surface of every floor, pillar, stair, and wall. The space was mostly quiet except for the infrequent pitch of a voice from nearby, the ballroom probably."This is gorgeous," she murmured.I looked her over and felt the strongest urge to grab her by the supple swells of her hips. Curling my fingers into fists, I steeled myself from acting on impulse. I was used to being able to touch her, look at her, and speak to her as the sole object of my attention. It physically pained me to refrain from being closer to her.The amber light scattered across her honey-colored hair and painted her fair skin bronze. Her eyes were wide as they soaked our surroundings in."This place was a personal mansion for an oil magnate in the mid-twentieth century," I told her. "Once he died, his family turned it into a venue. They us
Caroline*****If I heard the word "intern" one more time tonight, I was going to climb over the bar and chug an entire bottle of champagne.Okay not really, but I was at my wit's end.The worst part was that everyone was so freaking nice. I'd never had so many new people come up to me and start talking. As silly as it sounded, I felt like a celebrity. Was this how it felt to have so much attention? It would have been flattering except I didn't want to have real conversations with anyone. Because real life meant getting personal, and none of these people could really know me.Me, the high school senior. Me, the girl who shared a bed with their boss. Me, the alleged intern who actually had not learned a single damn thing about accounting.I had to rely on memories from my junior year personal finance class to get me through a few particularly curious employees.The only thing that made it bearable was seeing Marshall in action. He was incredible. His presence filled the room. He domina
Marshall*****"It's under control."My teeth grinded together so hard I thought they'd break off my jaw. "What the fuck do you mean, 'it's under control?'" I snapped."She's safe. I'm with her."I had walked the entirety of the building, raided the women's bathroom, and scoured the premises. My angel wasn't here. I would've found her by now. It didn't miss my notice that Nuel was gone. I knew instantly their disappearances were related.Now that he was confirming that, blood lust filled my vision. I stomped over to the valet and snarled at the same boy who'd touched Caroline just hours prior. I wanted to jam my fist into his throat and rip out his vertebrae."And where the fuck are you?" I growled at Nuel through the phone."You know I'd never willingly defy you, boss," he said. "She's upset. She wanted to get away from you, and I could hardly talk her into getting in the car. I'll bring her back to the mansion when she's done.""Location or I'm going to your house and gutting your w
Caroline*****A pleasant lavender aroma floated around me off the steamy, bubbling surface of the hot pool. This was exactly what I imagined heaven would be like, tranquility and peace. I'd never been so relaxed in my entire life."I wondered where you'd escaped to."My eyelids flashed open, a smile automatically populating my lips. Marshall stood before me in his usual black suit, his dark hair combed back and shiny with gel. His black eyes smoldered down at me."I wasn't sure when you'd be back," I said, "and I discovered this amazing spa."He came to the side of the tiled hot pool and I swam over to greet him. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he told me. "I like to see you relaxed."My insides turned to straight mush. I bit the inside of my cheek to reduce the magnitude of my enormous grin. Last night felt like eons ago. I couldn't believe all that had unfolded.Thinking back at how I'd fled the party, I felt like a fool. I was of course upset by what I'd seen. I still wasn't
Caroline*****I stared down at the blood staining my thighs. From the moment I'd woken up in Marshall's bed, I was just as infuriated as I was before.And now, this.Fuck periods!Gritting my teeth, I balled up my bloody underwear and threw them in the trash. I cleaned up and scrubbed my hands. The sight of blood, even period blood, didn't sit well with me. I took a deep breath and tried to gather my scattered thoughts and feelings. A cramp decided then to strangle my ovaries. Hissing, I clutched at my abdomen and pressed my forehead to the cool tile wall.The sound of the door opening made me jump out of my skin. I turned to see Marshall approaching me with a concerned look. Well, concerned for his usual stoic face."Are you okay?" he asked. His eyes rolled down my body and noticed my legs were now bare.Although the pain in my reproductive organs didn't fade in the slightest, I felt my anger ratcheting up. I didn't normally get so moody on my periods but holy damn, did I want to pu
Marshall*****"Oh my god! This is the best I've ever had."Clenching my jaw, I glanced over at my angel in the passenger seat. She slurped loudly on her frappe as she scrolled through her phone. Her eyes flit up to mine as if sensing my disapproving glare. She flashed me a smile around the straw between her lips."Don't be jealous," she teased.She had no idea. I wanted to punt the green plastic mermaid across the highway. Even though we'd crossed the line several times already, I had to be resolute with her. The time to fuck would come. We were just days away now. My dick hardened just at the thought of her sweet pink pussy, all tight and ready for me."Thanks for driving me in. And for the coffee. I really would have been fine with home brew, though, just so you know.""You wouldn't have had time for home brew coffee. I could hardly get you out the door as it was.""I haven't seen society in days. I want to look presentable.""You looked presentable just as you were.""My hair was