The madness was just getting started!For Tessa, this was just an avenue for her to lash out and blow some steam. Natalia was the stupid bitch that had been getting on her nerves, and it was either this moment or never. In between growls, Tessa seized a fistful of Natalia’s hair and dragged her roughly across the floor and gave her four resounding slaps on both cheeks in split seconds.And then she swept Natalia across the floor, leaving her to crash under tables.When Natalia tried to get up and fight back, Tessa jumped at her again, racing her to the ground, both pulling at each other's hair. Screams of dismay and shuffling feet filled the air as people rushed to pull the two apart. Amid the chaos, Pedro tried to pull Tessa away from her yelling at her to get a hold of herself. Both ladies were separated momentarily. Cassy stepped forward with a trembling voice. “Natalia, is she saying the truth?” she asked. Natalia, still reeling and trying to compose herself, shook her head f
TEASER!! TEASER!!! TEASER!!Hey Darlings!It’s Lila Monroe Here! It’s been a while and I thought perhaps why not share a brief Teaser into Part 2 of your favourite book?⸻AUTHOR’S POV.Tessa barely made sense of anything as she lay on a crisp white hospital bed at St Monterrey general hospital, the sterile smell of disinfectant and the soft beeping of machines filling the quiet room. Earlier that day, a mis-step down the staircase had left her bruised and battered, what was she thinking?She had been hazy and a bit dizzy, cranky too . All these feelings she could not explain because her thoughts gave her migraine.Now, hours later, she was awake but still in pain—both physical and mentally, her body was sore. The room was heavily bright with white lights on both side of the wall cascading a bright gleam over the bedside, and outside, rain drizzled steadily against the window.She tried opening her eyes but reacted to a strain of pain pinching in her head, it made her squint at the
ATTENTION: Dearest Reader, Kindly Note that the previous chapter you read is a brief tear into what to expect in Part Two. The story will go on to continue from AUTHOR’S POV Tessa could swear that the devil had possessed her again and she was loving it. It was one of those occasions when she thanked the devil for existing and having the ability to make people do his bidding, she wished she had that much power to get Pedro to do her bidding. The drama at the gathering earlier, the brawl at the parking lot. All that was nothing compared to what she had in store for Don Pedro, hopefully, he is not hypertensive because it’s either she kills him or he dies of hypertension for stopping her from beating the shit out of Natalia. Inside Tessa’s mind swirled in a haze of alcohol and anger, and somewhere along the lines of a casual horniness she was exhibiting. She was tipsy—her thoughts unfiltered and raw—and already tonight had been a bitter reminder of all that had gone wrong. The ca
AUTHOR’S POV Don Pedro stood on in balcony looking over the waterfront, her was burning with desire as flashes of Tessa’s vagina gripping his erect penis washed through his mind. He unbuttoned his damp shirt revealing his chiselled chest as he sipped on a glass of whiskey, gently he peeled it off his skin before tossing it to a corner. He had been there for over thirty minutes staring at nothing per se, just the water rolling into itself and the images in his mind, the only thing that can calm him tonight was the warm wetness and tightness of a woman’s vagina. If he wasn’t trying to be modest, he would have bent Tessa over one of the couches and fuck her till her bowels give out when she begged him to fuck her earlier, but that was his wife, he regarded her nonetheless. In split seconds, something else caught his attention. His eyes were not on the scenic view but on the petite figure that Franco was escorting towards him. She was beautiful, the sight of her made him hard.
She tried to shake herself free from the sweet sensation coursing through her body He parted her legs and gently nudged in between, tapping her thighs and motioning her to spread her legs wider for him. Then he entered her. It seemed as though there was an obstruction in her wind pipe that had her gasping for air with every sharp, deep stroke. She let out a guttural moaning, yelping at the introduction of new strokes.“Daddy you’re so big”, she cried weakly as she tried to stabilise his thrust with her hands but he slapped her hands off.It felt as though she had triggered him because after he slapped her hands out of the way he began to unleash hard, rough, uneven, kind of strokes that sent her flailing up and down. Her vagina stretched, his dick spreading through the wetness of her inside as he continued to fuck her without mercy. Just how he wanted it. Just the right vibe he envisioned when he told Franco to get him a plaything. It seemed as though he was inclined to try somet
Tessa’s POV It took just that cold shower to get me back to my senses and to be delivered from whatever demon possessed me after taking a gulp of whatever Pedro stacked in the bar. I could swear I had done a couple of things but my mind was too slow to recall, it seemed as though I was experiencing a reboot. God forbid, I touch an alcohol bottle in future. Whatever happened had happened, and I dont regret doing what I did from the bits and parts of whatever remember doing - beating the hell out of that bitch. After Pedro left me in the bathroom, it took me a few minutes before I managed to drag myself up the floor to the door handle, I weakly opened and let myself out. But then the noise from the balcony attracted my curiosity, from where I was by the window, I could see Pedro fucking another woman and as long as it was not Natalia, I found myself not giving a fuck. I was a bit irritated, which I am yet to understand why, but I sure know I did not give a fuck. I turne
This man has got to be insane, dear lord. My head throbbed—the air had gotten thinner and I found myself struggling to take in more air. I really did not recall most of the things I said to him earlier but I know I had made a fool of myself, and now he had every intention of rubbing it in. “Why so tense, querida?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing. I exhaled sharply. “I wonder why. Perhaps if you back off a little bit, I won’t be.” Pedro smiled a silly kind of smile, his gaze dragging over me like a slow burn. “Nice dress,” he murmured, looking down at my hands. “You have not even seen it on me yet” I muffled. I didn’t acknowledge the comment, I felt it was backhanded. It was the first piece of clothing I had grabbed from the closet—a simple black dress with thin straps—and I wasn’t about to let him turn it into something else or make it seem like I intended to wear it for his satisfaction or to please him. I would have appreciated it if he kept his compliments to himsel
It was midday by the time they finally stepped out of the arrival gates, the surrounding outside wet, as it had rained earlier. Inside was cold The airport was busy with travellers moving here and there, airport staff and patrols roaming around, and the air smelt of jet fuel. Tessa barely noticed any of this, she just wanted to get home and get some sleep too. She was exhausted. Six hours of delay, followed by a long-haul flight, had drained every ounce of patience from her body. Her back ached, her feet throbbed in her heels, and the bright sun glaring down on the tarmac only made her crankier.She could count how many times she blanked out or assumed her brain had stopped working. It was difficult to keep her eyes open for a few minutes because her eyes were burning so much. Pedro, on the other hand, looked completely unaffected. Not a single wrinkle on his brown shirt, not a trace of exhaustion in his sharp stares or the way he shot glances at any lady he found attractive. He w
AUTHORS POVThe café was buzzing that warm Thursday afternoon, if not for anything but for the fact that Tessa loved the positive atmosphere the environment afforded her; she didn't want to go back to the office or back to the Lorenzo mansion. The clatter of cutlery and soft murmur of voice chatters weaving into a comforting background noise were the only things that reminded her that she wasn't in her comfort zone. Tessa sat at the table by the window with Camila and Jamie, a half-eaten sandwich limp in her hand. The sun outside painted the streets golden, but inside her head, it was cloudy and grey.Jamie leaned across the table, flashing his boyish grin. "Thanks again for the food the other night, Tessa. That food was something else. You didn’t have to, but I'm grateful."Tessa stared through him as if he wasn’t there, her gaze locked somewhere beyond the walls of the café. She didn't blink, didn’t smile, didn’t even twitch.Jamie frowned slightly, exchanging a quick look with Cami
AUTHORS POV The house was unusually quiet when Tessa returned from the shopping mall. She was tempted to kick off her shoes by the door, except for the fact that she was not in the comfort of the room she shared with Pedro. She sighed as the scent of grilled meat and garlic hit her nose, straying from the dining. Her body ached, and all she really wanted was a hot bath and to be left alone. But the silence in the air felt heavy—like something was waiting. She walked into the dining area and found Don Pedro seated at the head of the long glass table. The only sound in the room came from the clinking of his fork against the china plate. The light above him made his presence look even more imposing than usual. He looked up at her, chewing slowly, watching her. “You’re late,” he said flatly, setting his cutlery down. “Join me for dinner.” Tessa forced a polite smile. “I’m not hungry. It’s been a long day. I’d rather go upstairs and rest.” Pedro’s jaw twitched as though he wanted to s
AUTHORS POVTessa’s heels tapped softly against the tiled floor of the shopping mall as she made her way down the brightly lit aisle. She wasn’t dressed to be noticed—plain jeans, a white shirt, her hair tucked into a low bun—but somehow, she still felt exposed. Maybe it was the shelves lined with menstrual pads in front of her, or maybe it was the heavy cloud of stress that had followed her from the office. If there was a way she could discard Pedro's bodyguards outside the mall, she would have. But she couldn't.She sighed and picked up a familiar purple pack, scanning the back with little interest. It was one of those errands that needed to be done—quietly, quickly, and without thinking. She had no energy to waste. Her head throbbed from a day filled with tense emails and awkward silences with Pedro. All she wanted was to buy her toiletries and get home.Just as she reached for another item, a voice cut through the air behind her.“Tessa.”Her whole body tensed. She didn’t even ne
AUTHOR’S POV The corridor was quiet, save for the soft click of Regina’s heels on the floor as she walked to her room. Spending time with Pablo wasn’t a bad idea after-all. it was all she needed to stay sane and somehow he worked his magic on her and she was all smile. As she reached her door and turned the handle and went in, she sensed something was wrong—but it was too late. Franco was already in the room. Before she could process the shock, he slammed the door shut behind her and pushed her roughly against it. His lips crashed into hers with a hunger that made her stomach turn. She tried to push but he held her to the door, kissing her forcefully. Ravaging her lips with reckless abandon. In split seconds, he was holding her against the door with one hand while his other free hands was ravaging under her skirt in search of her panties. His forceful grasp were so strong, Regina found it hard to breath. She shoved him hard. “What the hell, Franco!” He stared at her, ch
AUTHORS POV Pablo arrived at the front steps of the Lorenzo estate just as the night encroached, it was just past 8pm. The floodgate lights bathed everything under it with bright light, giving the evening a cold, bright feeling, at least for Regina. As soon as Regina stepped out to meet him, he smiled. “I came as soon as you called,” Pablo said softly, his voice carrying a quiet concern. Regina looked at him, a little stunned that he had actually come. “I didn’t think you would,” she admitted, her voice uncertain, laced with doubt. He stepped closer, careful, gentle. “Regina, I can’t ignore you. Not for anything.” She blinked, a slow breath escaping her. There was a stillness in the air, as if the whole world paused for this moment. “Thank you,” she whispered, then motioned towards the path by the garden. “Do you mind going for a walk?” “Of course not,” he replied, his hand lightly brushing hers as they started walking side by side down the gravel path. For a few minutes, they
AUTHOR’S POVTessa didn’t want to be there.At the damn restaurant even though it was silent with minimal designs, dressed in soft candlelight and gold, with empty chairs and untouched tables that made it feel more like a theatre than a place to eat. It did not appeal to Tessa, all she wanted to do was get some sleep and maybe wake up later at night to help Camila with the pitch like she had planned in her head.Tessa looked around in disbelief. The place was completely empty—except for her and Pedro.Pedro sat across from her, wearing a smug look, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. “I booked the whole place,” he said casually like he could hear the questions in her mind, like he was announcing a weather forecast. “Just so we could have a private moment. No distractions. No one watching.”Tessa look around, unimpressed. In her mind, she muttered, Wasteful. Completely unnecessary. Her expression stayed calm, but her eyes were shooting daggers around.“You didn’t need to do th
“Knock, knock.”Pedro’s voice echoed in the stillness. Tessa didn’t answer, not immediately. She stared at her computer screen, half-pretending to finish up a report that had long since ceased to be her focus. She wondered why he hadn’t left yet. Was he going to just stand there? Was he expecting her to acknowledge him first? She wasn’t sure what it was that kept her there in her chair—but she was certain she did not feeling like going back home, she probably would have gone to Jamie’s but he told her he had a guest coming over to fuck him, Jamie was raw like that.The door swung open with a soft whistlelike sound.Pedro stood in the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the doorjamb. He had a wry smile on one side of his face, but there was also a mild annoyance in his eyes. “Everyone’s gone, Tessa. What are you still doing here? Planning on spending the night on that desk?”Tessa didn’t look up at him immediately. Instead, she glanced at the clock on her desk. It was gettin
AUTHOR’S POV Now, the day was over and night’s drawing near. The office was slowly beginning to get quiet, the busy sound of the air conditioner was the only sound left in the room by the time the last couple of staff members left the lounge. Most of the team had trickled out already, leaving behind their cold coffee cups and half-written notes on desks. There was this joy that seemed to engulf them after work closure. Perhaps they had happy homes to return to after a long day at work, and Tessa would stare out of the window behind her desk, the uniform way the various cars pull out of the parking lot, disappearing into the streets only to return the next day. She did not have a happy home to return to. So it was okay for her to envy them. In those quiet moments, she hated herself for how painful and bitter she’d become; at least she had not developed into an angry red witch, but she was not far from becoming a witch with how often darkness seemed to engulf her. She used to be
Regina forced herself to wear a warm smile, wiping away her tears repeatedly. “No, I’m fine,” she replied, her voice was flat and she hoped she was convincing enough. “I just… don’t feel well.”Dame Rossa’s stare softened slightly, but her voice remained stern as she continued, “before I say what I want to say, I would like to be honest with you, from where I stand, you dont look fine, and it’s definitely man problems”Regina tried to deny, but Dame Rossa motioned her to be quiet in the most calm manner.“I am not here to kick you while you are already down, You know, Regina… I didn’t just come back to Monterrey because I missed the weather or the old house or even the metropolis itself. No. I came back for something deeper. I came back because I made a promise to myself—and to your father, God rest his soul.Your father… he meant everything to me. He wasn’t just my brother—he was my best friend. And he loved you more than life. You were his precious baby girl. And when he died… I fe