The afternoon was a warm one for the redhead, She had returned from her lecture for the day and decided to rest before going to dance for her second boss, Michael.
Lately, Melissa had been working too hard, at times she would go to lecture in the morning, and her ballet practice in the evening. Since she now works for only the two brothers, she gets three days off the week, but when she has to dance, she makes sure she never misses any of her chores.
Her studies were not excluded, she made sure she stays up late to finish her assignments. She wouldn't want to lose her scholarship even if it wasn't a full one, but at least, it helps her out of the cruel street of Oklahoma or Illinois, dealing drugs or having sex at the back of people's windows.
As she lay on the bed, focused on her laptop, getting the answers for her assignment doesn't seem to be much of a problem. She just read it, think a
Williams stood transfixed, watching Karen like a ghost. His fist clenched as he walked close to her, no one noticed, not one person bothered to even stop him when they noticed but it wasn't too late to save someone's life."What did you do?" Williams grabbed her neck "Bitch! ".His eyes were dark, mean, and evil, They had lost all the loveable traits Melissa saw minutes ago. The smirk on his face made him tighten his grip as he hurled her to the wall." I hate to mishandle women," he said through clenched teeth as he stomps around the room, the feet making heavy noise.Melissa stood confused, she doesn't know if she should be worried about Karen's Smirk or Williams squeezing the life out of the blonde." I won't ask you again, Karen" It came out roughly, more like a threat than a sentence.As a wild man would have thought, Williams added something together and noticed something strange, Ka
The ride back to his house should be what everyone excepts, Williams kept bumping on people as he exits the building. A drunk middle-aged man stumbled upon him, waiting for the worst reaction maybe like a punch in his face but Williams ignored it. "Count yourself lucky Old Man" The man look at his strong back frame, a wide smile spread across his face as he brings out a small bottle of alcohol from his pocket and drinks from it. His facial expressions could tell he has a lot going on in his mind. "Ho- holy fuc- craps. When I was your age" He stutters and staggers into the direction of one of the rooms in the flat "I was as hot as you and all the girls back then in high school use to wave their panties for me". His hands fumbles as he attempts to put the key into the keyhole. He brought up the key to his eye level, licked it, and put it back, this time it went all the way in. &
Another boring day at college might be the therapy for all of this recent infatuation. The sociology call was boring, one could tell Melissa had no idea what the topic was as the lecturer summarized the last sub-topic. Many of her classmates stare at her all through the class, they just had their eyes on her. Maybe it's because of the way Williams had been looking at her, he would call her, touch her and sometimes seize her pen like a high school crush. Melissa quickly arranged her book in her locker as she, neatly placing each one of them accordingly to the size. On looking at her watch, she discovered it's few minutes to her ballet practice, and instead of going to her apartment, she should just go practice. She felt like a goddess, an angry goddess when noticed Williams running after her to the changing room. Melissa thinks it would be cool if she spend some time practicing alone till the rest arrives.
The room seems to be like an office setting with a bed at the corner. Surprisingly, most of his properties were expensive, they looked more expensive than the room itself. Three computers were neatly arranged on a brown table in another corner of the room. Funny enough, it seems far from where she had been dancing. Michael stood in the middle of the room, shirtless. His hands folded behind him and his signature smile was on his face as he watch Melissa dance tiredly. "You don't have to do this, Melissa," Michael said the same phase for the fifth time. As usual, Melissa would look at him, sigh, and continue dancing. If it wasn't that she need the money and she had missed his first dance, she would have begged him to dance another day. "Melissa, you have stressed yourself so much today" Michael walk to her, he pulled her
"What are you talking about?" Melissa asked confusion written all over her face as Michael ignore her and walks to the bed at the corner. "Come here" Melissa's eyes grow wide like they would pop out any moment soon. She moved back pressing herself against the door as she broke down, crying bitterly. "Michael this is not you doing this" she tried to convince him. "Do you think I am a psychic or what?" Michael lay with his back flat on the bed, both hands tucked below his head as he smile "You know I am not drunk". Melissa didn't bother answering, she just watches around the room if she could see anywhere he had left the key. It didn't take long before she saw it, placed alone on the bed stand that he was on. How could he have locked the door and kept the key that far and she never noticed?&nbs
Everything else happen to like it was in a movie. Melissa heard the door burst open as four men in a Black suit walked in, they grabbed Michael away from Melissa and waited for the last person, who seems to be hiding his face from her. The four men look huge, their visible skin was covered with tattoos from their wrist to neck. The black suits looked like it was too tight and was strangling them. But still, they looked void, not peaceful, not angry, no emotions at all as they stood at their various spots. Two of the men in black were still holding Michael who had a disgusting smirk on his face while the remaining two stood behind the last man, holding black stuffed objects. The last man seems angry as she was yelling before he got close, he removed his watch, rings, and necklaces. One of the remaining two quickly collected them from
The place was dark and stuffy, the only way air could penetrate is the small square at the ceiling, not bigger than a laptop. That only space seems to be the only source of light and a person would hardly see the face of the next person. It was also silent, dead silent that all that could be heard is the slow humming of a weird song coming from the darkest edge of the cell-like room. The noise of chains and unlocking was heard, disturbing the peace of the lonely jailbird. Well, not for much, the song stopped for a few seconds and continued after a while. "Hello, Brother," The prisoner said from the corner cell, sounds of dangling chains filled the room then stopped "What will you tell father?" "Hit the light" Was the order that came from the second voice and immediately, the room was given light, Williams the second v
The night is cold and the sky is full of bright stars, they looked like silver birds shining in the darkness. The evening breeze seems rough as it looks like it would rain. Williams stood on the balcony, overlooking the activities going on in the compound. Few men in black stood like a statue at the entrance, each standing in the dark with their hands across their backs. In the middle, more men and few women including Rosie were spotted, doing different things but still seems to be alert about the surrounding region. Some were standing like wooden images, some seated, but not talking to each other, some just staring at the void, while the rest looked like they were under spell, just glued to a spot, staring at the entrance. A lady walked in with a bucket of champagne and a cup. She was dressed in a plain light blue dress, her short blue-dyed hair was neatly combed and she had a sweet smile plastered
Melissa couldn't wait to be told she would be in dept if she wait any longer. Since she refused Williams proposal, narrowly escape Michael's second death, she had been evading her friends and Williams. The fear alone that Michael might come for her made her keep her location hidden. For the past three weeks, she had been doing things the way she wants. Just like how she feels, in due time, Michael will get her back and she will never be free again. The way she watched him kill Luciano and Rosie made her fear for her life but she still want to leave her life the way she might be able to tell her children she did try her best to enjoy. Since lectures stopped days ago all she had to do is work to save up for rents. She always made sure to keep her phone off and dance for an unknown club every night. She gets to pay for different hotels to pass the night and send the remai
Williams couldn't believe his eyes, although it wasn't a huge television in front of him but he doesn't want to believe that. At least not now, not ever. "She might just be overwhelmed" he shrugged. Chasing her would be of no use so he called, asking his men not to let her out. He grabbed the bottle of tequila and rushed down the elevator. On reaching the last floor flat, he couldn't find her, he asked about her but they said they didn't see her run out. "Search the whole building" He yelled to his guards "Check the elevator, she might be trapped" They nodded and split, looking for Melissa. Williams kept making angry noises, he would yell and cuss, shouting at everyone that comes near him. He received a weird glance from customers and workers but he didn't care, he wants Melissa back and she must accept his proposal. "Sir" A female worke
At the back of the state, Melissa still couldn't take her mind of Michael as she sat with other dancers, waiting to be judged.She ignored the strange stare from other dancers like she has a plague or virus. "What happened out there?" Jake asked worried as he offered her a chill bottle of water "You look like you were about to faint" Melissa swallowed hard, she looked at Jake in silence as the suspense grew. Her gaze locked him his and she maintain it, trying to think about something else to talk about. "Did you can Michael?" She asked before she could stop herself. Jake froze, he stared at her like she had lost it and he pitied her. He took the bottled water she was holding and keep it on the floor. "You see this bottle" he pointed at it "Can I ask if you know the name of the person that filled it?" M
Melissa cried all through, getting to put a lot of makeup on her face made her look less of a lost drunk girl. About thirty minutes to their dance, Jake her partner decided to take their intro routine with her. "We are dancing FADED by Alen walker, not Salsa!" Jake said in surprise as Melissa missed the step again "You are not yourself, Melissa" Jake whispered as Melissa danced to him. According to the dance, they spilled and walked towards each other slowly on their toes. "Don't tell me you are nervous!" Jake seem pissed, he tried to hold Melissa but she stepped on him "Ouch!" "So sorry" Melissa stopped. Melissa kept breathing hard as she looked at his face, her shoulders dropped. She moved a tiny bit of stray hair behind her and sniffed. "What's wrong Melissa!" Jake seems worried, he rushed to her and hugged her "It's okay
Time waits for no man! Melissa found it difficult to sleep as all she could think about is how she would dance with Jared she didn't see all of the day. It had been days, three complete days that she had to lie to him about going to work while she had to dance and had marathon sex with Williams. Funny enough, she was supposed to see Williams that evening but couldn't get herself to. They had literally had sex five times since yesterday and she couldn't have it anymore. She lost her mind whenever she is with him. Memories of how they made love flashed back and she couldn't help but blush and become horny again. She rolled off the bed and walked to the kitchen to grab a can of beer. "You can't just keep ignoring me like this, Melissa " Karen complained. Melissa knew Karen had been around lately but she also had been try
"Let your body free, Melissa," Williams said for the fourth time. Dancing had been going fine until she began to act more rigid than she is supposed to be. He stopped her and asked her to take deep breaths. "You know how to make yourself free?" He asked and she shook her head, his brows flinched then he decided to overlook "Then how do you concentrate" "I just imagine I am in the ocean and can only survive if I dance like a piece of paper," Melissa said immediately. Although, that wasn't what Williams had expected he did make him smile. he asked her to get to the basic principles of ballet and stand on her toes which she did. "Now close your eyes " he whispered as he went behind her "I will teach you another way" Just as he said, she closed her eyes, waiting for the next Instructions. "To be light as a feather and have the strengt
Leah sat still, watching her surrounding like she was Alice trapped in wonderland. She brought out her phone and began to take pictures of the place. The place looks like a small ballet hall, just like the one Melissa train in almost every day. Williams had brought it for Melissa to practice in and get to know her friends more. He knows that if he can get Melissa to trust him again that the rest girls won't be a problem except Molly, who kept finding fault in all he does. Leah could not believe Melissa had been taking dance lessons from Williams in order to win the best ballet dancer for Loyola college this year. It's almost twenty minutes late from the time they all talked about and no one had arrived except for Leah who seems to be getting bored and angry. "Remind me what I am doing here again" she yelled, she looked around, shrugged, and grinned "Oh poor Leah, you are here to watch Melis
Melissa couldn't contain her surprise and anger. Even if she wanted to go after Williams that had left about two minutes ago, she should at least obey his rules that asked her to stay there till he get back. "Michael is gone?" She repeated. For the first few seconds, she didn't get the statement well or understand what the person meant. She slapped her hand over her forehead so hard that she might get it red. Although she still has a strong hatred for Michael deep down, she never wished for him to die too soon. "Poor Williams" she gasped. Ignoring Williams's simple warning of not leaving the room, she walked out the door hoping to meet Williams maybe in grief over the death of his brother. "Thanks" she whispered to the maid the opened the last iron door for her. "Call me Rose" the girl smiled. "Like Rosie?" Melissa wig
Melissa woke up on hearing her alarm sing for the third time, something she never likes for a bit. She rolled off the bed and walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water only to find Karen passed out on the couch. "Karen" she whispered. At first, she had wanted to rush to her, pull her hair and slam her against the floor but something stronger than anger kept her from moving. Mere looking at Karen, you could tell she is as good as useless. Her make-up seems too much, her clothes barely covered her body, her pants were still on her ankle, and her hair was rough. She must have had sex on that couch. She decided to ignore her and do whatever she need to execute. About aA few minutes later, she walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee and toasted bread. Wrong combination but her taste for weird food seems to expand each day. She quickly took a quick b