CHAPTER 30: YZMAAs I grasped the gun firmly, I felt Dashiell's hands slip under mine, his hard abs pressing against my elbow. His wrists slowly moved to cradle mine as he guided my hands to stay firm before my eyes. I felt his fingers wrap around my wrists, his thumbs brushing against my pulse as he leaned to whisper in my ear. "Be still," he scolded, his voice low and sexy. "Aim," he rasped, his lips moving away from my ear to fan hot minty breath on my neck. I shifted at the slightest hint of pleasure that he was giving me, and I think he noticed, but he didn't move away. "Go!" He commanded, and I pulled the trigger. I almost leaped for joy when the bullet hit the bullseye, leading Dashiell to fold his arms and scan my excited expression. "Not bad for your third try," he commended. "Thanks, Master," I joked, nudging him with a wide smile. He slapped my hands away, his brows furrowed, "I told you not to call me that." "It's so cool! I'd literally die if anyone called me maste
CHAPTER 31: FOGA PERICOLOSO (DANGEROUS FERVOR)ATTENTION: This chapter contains a dual POV of the main charactersZAHRA'S POV I settled on one of the lounge chairs in my apartment building's balcony, reading issues about celebrity scandals on my tablet. Just then, I heard footsteps coming towards me, stirring me up from where I had my head buried.It was Gotham, dressed in his usual attire, an all black suit with his wavy curled hair."What now? I asked the staff situated outside not to disturb me or allow anyone in," I snapped with a slight hint of distaste."Sorry," he answered, his head bowed slightly.I folded my arms across my chest and shrugged, "It's been three days since Dashiell left for Italy. Any news from him? He hasn't been responding to any of my calls or messages," He shook his head to say no, "He hasn't contacted me too, but I'll try to reach him on your behalf," he paused and continued. "There's someone on the ground floor who wants to buy an apartment on the first
CHAPTER 32: CHECKMATEZAHRA'S POV"Miss Zahra?" I heard Adela call, jolting me out of my deep reverie. "Yeah?" She smiled softly, "I just paid in full. I'll be moving in as soon as the moving company brings my things-" "Hold on." I cut her off from what she was about to say, "You're moving in now?" She forced a smile and placed her palm on my hand, "Yeah? Any problem? I have already paid for the apartment," I shook my head and swallowed thickly, "No…it's…ugh nevermind," I replied and started to leave for my room when I remembered the Bow and Arrow tattoo. I turned to face her with a smile, "I noticed the tattoo on your neck. It's a lovely tattoo, and I was hoping that you could show me where you had yours done. I want to get a tattoo of my a gun and knife," She crossed her legs over each other and smirked, "Oh- I didn't get the tattoo around here. I just moved to Los Angeles from Seattle," "Really?" I asked, sitting back down. "What do you do?" She chuckled and eyed me, "You
CHAPTER 33: KISS ME ZAHRA'S POV I took a deep breath as my wrists wrapped firmly around my Smith and Wesson bodyguard 380 auto pistol, my eyes, fixated on the spherical target which was 27 feet away as I pulled the trigger.Bang! Bang! As I put the gun away, I began to feel awkward as I hadn't heard a compliment or assurance of how I did from Dashiell.I turned to face him to find him staring into space, oblivious of everything that surrounded him.I took slow strides toward him and tugged the hem of his suit, leading him to take notice of me, "What's the matter?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.I noticed how he smoothed his expression and hid the countenance of worry on his face, "Nothing. Are you finished? So I can drop you off at your building. It's 9:13 pm,"I furrowed my eyebrow, "Yes I am finished, but we are not leaving until you tell me what's going on. Is it about Adela? You still have to meet with her at some point. For now, she's hiding at my apartment building,
CHAPTER 34: RED ROOMWarning: This chapter contains mature themes. Please steer clear off this chapter if you don't feel comfortable with reading the smut BDSM scene.ZAHRA'S POV I felt Dashiell take my hand by the time we entered his chateau and I kept mute as he led me across the long hallway separate from the one our rooms were situated. Outside, I could hear the rain pouring heavily, coupled with scary rumble of thunderstorms. We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it.As the door slowly opened, the room began to get lit with red lights, and a single bed which was obviously programmed, surprisingly came out from inside a wall.I sat on the bed, my long hair, sticking to my face as I struggled to search Dashiell's expression for some reason why we were in a room that was almost empty."This room is called the red room," he announced.I quirked my
CHAPTER 35: HURTZAHRA'S POVI stirred up from sleep to find myself in a large room with a dark interior. The room's aura exuded luxury and subtle hints of dominance, and I immediately knew that it belonged to Dashiell. I stood up and realized that I was still wearing my lacy bra and my vagina was bare and exposed to the after-rain chill that soon filled the room."You're up," I heard Dashiell say from behind me. I turned to face him, not shying away from his gaze. "I am..." I drawled and sauntered over to where he stood. "Let's do something special today. I heard you have a stable in your estate, and I want to learn how to ride horses-""I don't have time. I am meeting with a group of investors from Algeria at noon, and Adela is coming this morning. I invited her for a little chat," I scanned his expression and furrowed my eyebrows, "Something tells me that you plan to punish Adela in some type of way. Well, I am not against punishing her, just don't kill her. She's a great asset to
CHAPTER 36: BALDIE BIKER I hadn't gotten halfway to my apartment building when I fell flat on the floor. The street which I had reached was somewhat busy, as it had some open luxurious stores, bars, and restaurants. "Ugh," I groaned as I rolled over to lay on my back while I struggled to retrieve my phone from my bra. "4:17 am," I muttered under my breath and stuffed the phone back in, ignoring the sound of a message notification coming in. I spread my legs apart on the sidewalk, in my head, I envisioned that I was laying on my queen-sized bed at home, and laying on the floor felt comfortable."My head is killing me!" I whined, bringing my palms forth to cradle my head as I rolled on the sidewalk.I heard a group of people coming toward me making noise, it seemed like they just wanted to pass, but I could hear their movement slow down as they saw me. I had my eyes half-closed, but I could see one of the men bend to my level. He was bald, had burns on the side of his head, and wo
CHAPTER 37: LOVE ISN'T WEAK It was 6:15 am when Dashiell pulled over at my apartment building. Due to extreme fatigue and nausea, I rested my head on the car's glass for a split second, before getting ready to leave.Without looking at Dashiell, I began to open the car door, and my breath hitched as I felt his strong hands grasp mine. "Sit," he commanded, his voice low and raspy.I wanted to roll my eyes, slam his head on the steering wheel, and just run off, but I also wanted to hear what he had to say. "I don't care where you were. And, I went to that club on my own freewill," I heard him sigh and shift in his seat to face me. I know he'd be judging how I looked now, because I looked like shit. My red lipstick was smudged all over my face, my body reeked of alcohol, my hair was scattered all over the place, and if I were being honest, I probably looked like Beetlejuice. "You never sit to think how some of your actions could put you in danger," he said.I shook my head and shrugg