After 6 years of a toxic and messy marriage, Duncan has reached his limit with his wife’s wantons. No amount of therapy can ever save their marriage, let alone make him fall in love with the mother of his daughter. On the verge of breaking, he meets a little, wild girl at the strip club, who enlightens everything that has died in him. The little girl is all he could think about and just when he thinks of revisiting the club to see her again, she walks into his class Monday morning, looking like an entirely different human from the wild feral feline she was two nights ago. Intrigue strikes him hard, and all he wants is to get to know her more. Knowing well that what he wants could mean an end to his career, he has to choose whether he throws caution to the wind and go with the flow, or bury his feelings and be miserable forever!
View MoreEpilogue CRYSTAL POVThe sun streamed with a beaming fountain through the windows of the hotel’s room which was transformed into a bridal suite. Tiny particles of dust danced in the air like a flicker of gold, moving with rhythm as though they were telling me something.A promise of a better tomorrow. Although my body ached from every inch of it, I had a permanent smile on my face that the ache in my cheeks was now dull. Everything else didn’t seem to matter, not the swirl of nausea in the pit of my stomach, or my bulging belly that restricted every move. My body was sore, my ankles the size of drums, and I looked like I had swallowed a giant balloon before expanding to its size. I was at 10 months and still going through and hot. I swear Duncan’s baby had no intentions of leaving my belly. I swayed in my position as the stylist continued straightening my curls into a straight bob that would fit perfectly with my headgear.“Is everything okay?” Her eyes found mine in the reflectio
~TWO WEEKS LATER~CRYSTAL POV My stomach dropped on the descent. I was once again brought back to the land of the living as the airplane pierced through the clouds and battled gravity, it’s wings spread outward as it soared through the dense night air. My ears popped with a slight bubble before I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, the cold feel of the band around my finger a warm memory that settled like fog n my chest. Everything seemed to take a small halt as the realization settled with warmness inside of me. I was reminded of my situation and how much it meant the greatest change to me. To my life.“Hey, mama. How are you feeling?” Duncan’s nose was cold against my cheek as he rubbed it gently, his hand tightening mine in a firm grip. Note how he stopped calling me any other name. Unless we were in bed with me screaming my lungs out while he pummeled into me, or when we were in our dungeon with him terrorizing me in all special and tantalizing ways, he never called me anything ex
CRYSTAL POV WIFE.The eyes excited three tones in my brain before it finally clicked into place. I jumped off the bed before staring at the silver band around my finger, my body buzzing with entirely different things. It wasn’t the remnants of the heavy orgasm I just had, it was not the realization that we were displayed front and center of the giant screen hanging above the stage for everyone to see. Heck, it wasn’t even the fact that Duncan just delivered all my wishes and fucked me till my voice grew hoarse. It was the fuckin’ band around my finger. He may have hinted it a few more times that he did want to wife me, but I didn’t expect it to be this soon. “Duncan?” I murmured, feeling something being in my chest the more I stared at the band around my finger. A movement caught my attention, and I finally peeled my gaze off my finger and stared at Duncan who was fixing his leather pants on his waist before scooting closer to the edge of the bed, his feet touching the ground a
NOTE FROM RAREonce again guys, I am having problems with the network so I am uploaded an unfinished chapter. I will try to see if I can proof-read it here and re upload it again. Now this one has a lot of errors since I just typed it and uploaded without checking it.. bear with me for some time please.Love…~~~DUNCAN POV There was no place in the world I would rather be in than the dungeon. Especially on January 1st. Like always, I fit into this place like the last piece of a puzzle. The red shade of sin covering the walls, the unmistakable stench of sex in the air and the screams of subs… it was such a therapeutic thing. I was a Dom, I was born a Dom and I hated myself for have been denying that part of me to rule me for years, while chaining myself down to something I was not cut out for. Yes, romance was part of any healthy relationship. It came naturally to me without the need of forcing it. But that didn’t mean I was anything vanilla. I found about that side of me when
CRYSTAL POV “Cleopatra, aishtaqt lak ya tifl” “What is she saying?” I mouthed to Duncan before he started to walk away, holding the phone from me so Nerfetari would not have a meltdown. The woman was the epitome of chaos, and as much as I loved her son, she really scared me. Duncan’s shoulders shook graciously with silent laughter.“She misses you. She calls you 'child'.” He then stole a small kiss on my forehead and walked back to his desk. I watched him as he dropped graciously into his chair before focusing on the computer in front of him. He plugged a small earpiece into his ear and started barking orders to the other person at the end of the line. If I could get paid to watch Duncan work, then I would have all I ever wanted. Even if it was just a penny. “Hey, Nerfe. It’s good to hear your voice.” I focused my attention on the small device and whom I had to address as the mother of my boyfriend. Some unknown language slurred in the background before she turned her focus to me
CRYSTAL POV I was mad.Don’t know if it were the hormones in action, but I was mad that he left me alone to tug the kids into bed. It was super irrational of me, but I still couldn’t fight the buzz that chaffed steadily in my veins at the idea of him out there. Who knows how many women looked at him? “Come here.” He said as he stepped under the steamy rain pouring from the big shower area. I stood my ground, a good foot from where he was, and shook my head, my arms folded on my chest to show my utmost defiance. I wouldn’t touch him until he cleaned up. And he wasn’t going to touch me either. “Crystal?” He made it sound like a question, but damn him for always being heady on my senses that even the hormones shied away in an instant. But then again, I don’t think there would be any woman in this world who would ignore that command. The impulse to listen and obey made me want to burst into ugly tears. It was maddening.My feet started moving against my will, and before I knew it,
DUNCAN POVWhiskey settled like a memory of warmth in my stomach as I sat on the barstool, sandwiched between my two friends. The atmosphere was serene, reflecting everything that was cruising at a slow pace inside of me. My breathing was calm, the beating of my heart easy and unhurried. The air was laced with a hard whiff of liquor and was pleasant on my senses and my lungs.Add a melody of soft jazz playing in the background and the chatter of the people sitting not far from us.It was so calm, like the quiet before the storm.Except, there was no storm lurking in the distance. It was almost unreal.Apollo had been on a business trip across the country but when he heard that I was going to have a baby, the man dropped everything and came spilling here like diarrhea.I guess I should have explained that the baby wasn't due for the next 5 or 6 months.But still, I was glad I was able to have him ease down even a little bit. We were still cruising through the holidays and there he was
CRYSTAL POVChristmas with Duncan was phenomenal. Even 'phenomenal' didn't begin to describe it. I have searched my soul and every nook and crook of my being for the perfect word to describe it, but I came out with none. I remember watching him and settling with my heart and soul that this man; he was the one I would die with. There was nobody else in this world other than him. Duncan was the real epitome of a family guy, and gratitude was all I felt the entire time I watched him playing with my siblings and his daughter, knowing well that that man was mine. I really must have been in the great books in my past to meet someone like him in this life.Even now, with my hand nuzzled in his as we maneuvered through traffic, nerves wreaking havoc in my chest, I gravitated to the peace and quiet I found in his hold. My nerve endings sparked like rain on a live wire, uneasiness soaring into my system at a frantic speed that caused a slight buzz. My stomach failed to catch up with me as
DUNCAN POVThe rise of the Christmas sun started with a crisp.I woke before dawn broke and started doing what normal ‘dads’ would do on Christmas morning; lavish the Christmas tree with presents and have the elf saving Christmas from the hands of the Grinch. Although Burkie told me flat and square that those things didn’t exist, and that they were for kids; I still had to do them for the sake of his siblings. Little darlings were convinced that he was lying and that all fairy tales are real. Who was I to burst their little bubble?Burkie on the other hand was a totally different case.He was such a genius and a brilliant chunk of energy, and he was so clever for his energy. He always managed to surprise Crystal and I every single day. I knew I made a good choice taking him to Cambridge. There was no telling what that little mind was capable of, but I knew it was something great. Who knows, maybe we were nurturing Albert Einstein.However, his little big brains didn't go hand in h
CRYSTAL POVSo, I have a theory.Hating something always feels like disturbingly being infatuated with it. It can be anything; be it a person, a certain type of tree, a breed of dog, or even some kind of food. Whenever you see them, or simply think about them, your stomach will start twisting and flipping, your appetite goes in cahoots with your body, your sleep is shredded and your heart beats heavily nearly jumping out of the cage of your ribs and clothes. The sparks of adrenalin make your skin sweaty, your pupils dilate and your body is barely in control of everything that you are feeling. In my terms, that thing over there is called a Negative Law of Attraction.As I said, it’s just a theory, and who knows, maybe it’s just me. But I swear I get hives every time I see something slash someone I hate. It just happens. Now let’s get to the point. "Amethyst? You should get ready. Good. You are already dressed."A deep sigh. Where was I?This place, this little cradle where I spent mo...
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