Spiked Up 2I would not be compelled to become a snitch. I presumed Jenny did know about her boyfriend's escapades, so why should I become a talking bird? I shuddered, reminded of that proximity that I'd shared with Jeff Sanderson.Jenny urged me to tag along to a party that her boyfriend was attending, but they still hadn't made up. She was meeting up with a new dude, hoping to pique off her boyfriend."I see you allow yourself all these grievances," the familiar voice of Jeff spoke up behind me."Excuse me?" I swerved my head to meet his eyes. He turned around, cocking a brow while sipping an alcoholic pint. His hair was wavy, dressed in a coloured shirt which revealed his perfect abs. "What do you mean by "I allow myself these grievances?" I asked him, ignoring the fact that he had preferably chosen to stalk me with his eyes rather than go over to his girlfriend who was swimming with a new guy in the pool."You didn't tell her about your pet being dead." He said."She doesn't have
My head reared to the surface of the pool, struggling to pull out from the force of the water. My hands flapped frantically as my breath clung desperately for air. My lungs tightened as water sloshed through my nose, mouth, and ears. I was beginning to sink to the lower still darkness of the pool when Jeff Sanderson jumped into the water. I caught a glimpse of him before my eyes snapped shut.And when my eyes were opened, I was spurting water from my mouth, visibly shaken by the dread of what had just occurred."Rihanna, can you hear me?" "Is she awake?""Anna, please wake up."Voices buzzed around me. My head wrenched around, dazed by the eyes that peered down at me. I whimpered, clinging to Jeff who was holding me close."It's okay, Rihanna. I'm right here," Jeff hugged me to himself as I began to cry.I caught a glimpse of Jennifer who had just joined the scene. She pushed past the throng of people, then stopped before us. She was puzzled by the sight of us. "What's going on her
Jeffery Sanderson's POV I was never meant to indulge her yet she subtly intrigued me. It was supposed to be just a mild kiss, but the sight of her in my arms melted me. Was I falling in love? Certainly not! Rihanna had never been much more of a girl to me, but the fact that she subtly took my advice did excite me. As much as I tried, I couldn't shake off her tantalizing body from my head, her sweet lips and jaunty perky breasts. What would a poor boy do in such circumstances? Taking advantage of her would wreck me into pieces, yet it was obvious that she had wanted me. Me? A cassanova? I was forced against my will to make up with Jenny Connor. To make love with her became like a task. Maybe, our relationship was indeed a job to keep face. "Hey, Fine face!" Ryan called out while walking into the locker room from the bathroom. We'd just concluded one of our football practices on the field. I looked up at him from where I sat. "What's up?" "You wouldn't like this but jus
I hissed, sucking in my breath as my body pressed against hers. She still had a startled expression on her face, and her breaths deepened as my fingers flickered across her face, her cheeks and nestled on her lips."What are you doing?" She planted her eyes on mine."Where did you get your courage from?" I smirked, sinking into the pits of her eyes."You should be reminded that this is a toilet," she rasped out, her eyes skating from my eyes to my lips. "Answer me," I brushed my lips lightly on her.She gasped, parting her lips and allowing our hands to interlock above our heads. "If you continue. To...hmm...to do just that, I'm gonna lose myself here," she hummed."I do not mind. You just burst my pebbles and I cannot allow the moment to filter by," my teeth tugged at her lower lip, let go, and repeated the same."Until I do get the most appropriate answer, I won't stop eating you up," I breathed into her mouth.Deciding to have a little fun with her, I shifted my pelvic lower, brus
Rihanna's POV My lungs could barely contain my excitement as I let out a muffled scream, my fists folding in triumphant jerks. Jeffrey Sanderson had finally proposed to me to be his girlfriend. and worked at the coffee shop down the alley, two blocks away from campus. He'd called me asking when I would be off from work, so he could pick me up for our date which was going to be a surprise.I was goofy, thrilled at the prospect of seeing his face once more. Were we going to make love afterward? The thought pierced through me, making my face reddened. I could tell that my face was growing weary of my smiles.After a closing hour, I still hadn't seen Jeffery who had promised to pick me up. Out of glee, I decided to trek down the alley, holding my tote bag to my shoulder. Contemplations swerved my mind, each jumbled over the other. I couldn't tell if I should keep on trekking hoping to catch sight of Jeff's familiar car or I should return to the coffee shop to await him.Something flew to
Rihanna's POV Dictionaries have expounded the pure definitions of love. But it would never be truly explained in my lame words. Jeffery was magical in my eyes, defined in terms of an ethereal being, sweet, and a perfect gentleman. And I on the other hand seemed to have fit into his ethical realm. I was in love with Jeffrey Sanderson.He led me to his secret domain, the rooftop of his father's hospital where I viewed the world yet anew. Stung by the magical yet blurred rays of lights."Remember our first meeting?" He asked behind me. He had me positioned between his legs, nestled comfortably in his cozy presence while my back was to him.I wanted to give a wild bite to his neck while I let his hands explore my body. I wanted to learn and unlearn what enticed him. While I let my hands wander, I would never let go of his sweet suckling tongue. My breathing deepened as my imagination dwindled to a startling pause.I scoffed, pulling the last strings of my morbid thoughts away. "We were e
Oliver's POV I married a wildcat, literally. She always wanted my crown, in the heat and the cold. Different positions and different styles. She wanted it whenever. I knew what I had married and at a point, I never needed to look outside.Claire was enough for me. But soon, she was losing the heat, giving one lame excuse over another. So I needed to slice up our love life by starting over again."What's up with you, Claire? You've not even tried smiling for once," my brows furrowed as I looked at her. We were both seated at a lounge, demarcated by an oval table between us. "I told you that I had work to do, now, I'm forced against my will to be here." She rolled her emerald's eyes. "What do you mean you're forced against your will? And Claire, how am I supposed to spice things up if you agree to do this and say something else entirely? Why do you make me look like a fool?" My voice was becoming slightly irritable as well as I was pissed."So, you're shouting now! Maybe, I should s
Wildcat Claire's POV I've always had a taste for spectacular dicks. Afterward, I decided to settle down with Oliver, who presumably was in love with me. He didn't know anything about my past which was a good thing. I did love Oliver for what he could provide me. He was the sort of gentleman who swallowed all my excesses despite our tacky arguments. I believed he loved me just the way I was. But, someone was beginning to penetrate my well-being, he was younger than I was. I was thirty eight, he was twenty nine. Oliver being the oldest was forty two. I tried to quench the throbbing taste of him, but it was never enough. Every fiber of me trembled whenever he was close. At the first break of dawn, I was out from home, racing to my car while relishing in the thought of meeting him in my office. He was the son of my boss. Charles Martin was his name. Charles worked as a waiter for the Harte's lounge while his father controlled the company. I didn't understand why Charles cho
I wished I could spin back the hands of time while we still made love and we bid the worries of the world away from us.Bad things were meant to happen to bad people - maybe karma was finally rewarding them for the atrocities of the past - but it shouldn't be happening to Alexandro, a man I had hopelessly and completely fallen in love with.Alexandro had to leave me wearing his briefs, stride to the door when he heard Ramsey's call."Boss, there's trouble," there was fear evident in Ramsey's eyes.On hearing that, I jumped out of the bed instantly - hoping I would be brisk enough to wear in my disguise."Trouble?" Alexandro's bugging eyes shifted, trying to take a peek behind Ramsey. But what followed next was an explicit shocker. Someone shot Ramsey from behind. The bullet whisked through Ramsey's neck, while blood spluttered unto Alexandro's face.Ramsey fell against Alexandro - fading out gradually as he held the part of his affected neck.Alexandro looked up and met the face of
I let out an involuntary moan as he glided himself inside of me."I've known you were a woman since the very first day you took the poison drink, lying in my bed while being attended by my doctor," his eyes locked with mine.I should be pushing him off at this confession, I should be! But why was my body saying the exact opposite. He kissed me again - intensely like he had been wanting to do that for a long time."I fuck... king hate you," I gasped in between as he gradually thrusted into me."Do you?" He smirked, holding me securely as our bodies meshed in heat and sweet lovemaking."How do you think you've lasted till this very moment, what about the swimming pool, the very presence of you in my office, the fake chest....," he trailed on, slamming into me without giving me a break in between.What? He gave me the fake chest, how?I was just too dumb not to have realized that the present had been from him.My hand touched the walls behind me as my body began to shake, I was cumming
I didn't hesitate.I pulled off my long sleeved Tee top, then my fake chest came into view. Everyone had their eyes glued on my body, I definitely didn't look like a woman. The colour of the fake chest was the exact colour of my skin.Whoever had sneaked in the fake chest wasn't Maurice, I concluded. It was someone amongst Alexandro's men who certainly knew what was going on."Do you intend I unbuckle my trousers as well?" I must have sounded thoroughly mad.Where had my audacity spilled from? Alexandro cocked a brow for a spilt second. Many of the men in the room were aware of how Alexandro found a fancy towards me, and so many thought I was keying into that."No, that would be all," Alexandro cleared his throat, turning to face both Damain and Marcus."Which one of you brought such claims to me?" "I did," Damian stretched his lips widely.Alexandro dug his hand to the back of his trousers, pulled out a pistol and directed the gun at Damain. The sound of the barrel silenced Damain
I was a little too late to press the button beneath the desk. Quickly, I crouched down beneath the desk, heard Bruno walk into Alexandro's office while muttering something to himself."No one is in here," someone was saying to him from the open door.Maybe, that could be Ramsey but this particular voice sounded different, deep and heavy with a southern accent. It could be any other person amidst Alexandro's men, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking. I held my breath, praying no one moved close to the fall-front desk where I was hiding."I could have sworn that they were both here. He was right here with Suarez... You should have stabbed Suarez when you had the chance instead, that dude just gets on my nerves, I needed him out of the way..," Bruno put in.My hands curled into balls of fury. I finally got half of my answers, Bruno was talking to the person who had actually tried to kill me. And who could that killer be?And Bruno could possibly be the reason why Alexandro had been shot.
He tasted of smoke, weed, and coke.And the way his hungry, ravaging mouth sought the contours of my mouth had me clinging to him.The more I tried to pull free from the kiss - the more his ravaging mouth punished me for such betrayal.My head was slowly spinning - like I was gradually on something high. I knew the implications of being kissed by a heavy weed taker.Yet, his tongue would forcefully plunge into my mouth curling and sucking what was left of me.His hands tore my jacket apart - this wasn't good. I needed to stop being kissed before he discovered that I was a woman.My hands which had tried to push him off felt something sticky from his side - he wrenched his mouth from me, groaning as my hands traced the sticky substance.Blood.I gasped. "You're hurt," I said, looking into his eyes. "I should get Bruno," I added."No, no, no. Not Bruno," he forced the words through clenched teeth, rolling away from me while holding onto his side.Blood sluiced between his splayed finger
My eyes widened as I felt the rope tighten around my neck. I frantically scrambled for the knife I'd also retrieved from behind my mirror and stuck it into the side pocket of my trousers. My fingers closed around it just in time despite the shooting pain coursing around my neckline. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to slice through the rope, feeling it give way beneath me.I plummeted to the floor, my bones cracking upon impact. A searing pain shot through my wrist as I struggled to catch my breath. Gritting my teeth, I assessed the damage – hoping to the heavens that it wasn't a broken wrist.Ignoring the agony, I hauled myself to my feet whilst shaking my wrist to fix the sprain, my eyes scanned the room as I entered the mansion through the front door.No signs of my attacker. Who could that possibly be?The door was still open, and I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of Ramsey's jacket disappearing around the corner.Determined to confront him, I set off in pursuit, my slightl
Jacqueline's pov Bruno!My head snapped to the entrance. Ramsey must have told him something about what had happened at the warehouse, and Bruno wanted to report to Alexandro.Alexandro wrenched his head to Bruno who was walking towards us. My cheeks blossomed to the color of a rose as Bruno's eyes jammed into mine, and I turned my head sideways to hide my embarrassment."What is it?" Alexandro's voice was heavy with disdain for the abrupt interruption."There is a call..," Bruno intoned."Is it important?"Alexandro hadn't pulled himself free from our embrace, his rod was firmly hard and I was certain if it weren't for Bruno, Alexandro wouldn't have been done with me."It's Dante," Bruno put in.Alexandro's hands captured my waist and placed me on the marble floor while my legs dipped into the water, and with a lazy smile on his face, he started floating away. My heart was thumping wildly, and I was trying not to look nervous.I could still feel Bruno's gaze lingering on me even as
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked through the corridors and memories drifted into me.Marcus and I had met when I needed a place to stay, I was processing my admission into the agency four years ago in Detroit.My best friend, Lori who I didn't know was secretly fighting cancer had introduced me to Marcus. Marcus was sweet at the time we'd met, and since we lived as roommates in his house - we gradually fell in love.But Marcus had secrets, he knew about my dream about being a secret agent and he taunted and mocked me occasionally for it. Unbeknownst to me, he was hiding the fact that he was a chief leader of a gangster group in Downtown. When I discovered it, I threatened to expose him and he laughed me off and beat me to a pulp.That was a day I would never forget. I managed to escape that night back to Lori's apartment, only to discover by her landlady that Lori had passed on two weeks back. I have never remained the same ever since then.The LED par lights ill
Jacqueline's pov The drive Downtown had been silent, and I was grateful for it. Ramsey was careful to pull out the bags of cash and we started towards the warehouse.Two figures stood on the drive way by the warehouse, they wore dark shades from their appearances."Jacqueline?" My body froze. Even with my disguise, I was still recognizable.Ramsey snapped his eyes towards me and back at the middleman who had called my name. He was spiked-haired amongst the three men with a heavy beard.It was unethical to have our suppliers know us by our names. I jerked my head up to meet the familiar eyes of my once ex-boyfriend and my heart began to race.Memories of how we broke up four years back broke through me. I hadn't been Marcus whenever I usually accompanied Bruno Downtown, why then was Marcus' face popping out of nowhere?But I had to feign not recognizing him instead, "Are the supplies in stock?" I asked the men in front of me.One of them unzipped the two hefty bags in front of us, ki