All Chapters of Castaways - Stranded With The Enemy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The touch of his lips against mine causes pure pleasure to course through me immediately, and my head goes blank immediately. For all his gentle and reserved looks, Charles is a seasoned and expert kisser. He takes his time, kissing me slowly and thoroughly, and to my utter shame, I’m helpless to stop him.Instead, I begin to kiss him back, leaning into his touch. I inwardly blame my stupid and haywire hormones for my inability to push him away. I haven’t been with anyone since Charles on the island, and I’ve only shared a sloppy kiss with Jeff, which I instantly regretted.Charles smells and feels so good that I don’t want the kiss to stop, ever, but it does stop. My eyes are still closed and I’m still kissing Charles when he abruptly pulls away and gets up. My eyes fly open immediately to see him standing a short distance away, running his hand through his hair in frustration. My cheeks pinken immediately and I wish the ground will open up and swallow me.“What is it about you, Jess

SAMANTHAIt does not take long for my illness to go away, but now, I’m dead bored and lonely in this house all by myself. Charles has been avoiding me ever since I came to his house, which sucks, to say the least. On some days, he doesn’t even bother to come home and stays away for two to three days at a stretch.He hasn’t said anything about the house he said he would get for me, so I’m hoping that he has realized that it’s in our best interest to live together. However, what’s more important is the fact that I need to get him to like me again as he once did. As I’m thinking these thoughts, I hear the door open, signaling that he’s home, and I quickly get up to go welcome him.“Welcome home,” I say meekly when I get to the living room, where he is loosening the first buttons of his shirt while sipping a glass of cold water. He raises his gaze to meet mine and nods in response to my greeting, but the expression in his eyes is not in the slightest bit pleasant.“How was work today?” I

“Ah, I see you’re not the angel that I thought you were. What are you doing with that thing?” Charlotte asks me, shaking her head slightly, as though in sore disappointment. The smile is still on her face, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, and it gives her beautiful but hardened face a creepy look.“I … I wasn’t going to use it.” I defend myself feebly. Earlier, I had been too tense and focused on getting the knife that I wasn’t too aware of my surroundings. Now, though, I can see my mistake. There’s this huge painting that is in a reflective glass case and is resting on the floor against the wall opposite us, and in it, I can see my reflection and that of Charlotte. Apparently, she had been watching my every move in the glass of the painting.“No? So what were you going to do with it? Peel a potato and cook it to make me feel at home?”“Look, you’re wielding a gun at me. Naturally, I got scared a little that you were going to use it on me. A knife is no match for a gun, though.”“Yeah,

JESSICA The singing and chirping of the birds on the exotic trees in Mrs. James’s garden wake me up before I’m ready to get up from bed, but I don’t mind. I’ve overslept anyway. It is past nine in the morning, and I went to bed around nine-thirty the previous night, so that means that I’ve slept for almost twelve hours straight, something that I hardly do. Staying here with Mrs. James is good for my health and pregnancy. I take a quick shower and head downstairs because I can faintly hear the familiar voices of Sebastian and his wife, Carol, coming from downstairs. They hardly ever come here, not to talk of coming here so early, so I wonder what the problem is. By the time I get downstairs, I don’t need anyone to tell me that something horrible has happened. It is obvious from the dejected and horrified looks on the faces of everyone in the living room that everything is far from fine. Sebastian is there, as is Carol, Mrs. James, Carol’s father, and about five men I don’t know, alo

JESSICAIt started as mild pains late one evening while I was relaxing in the garden with one of the guards trailing me about. The fact that they follow me literally everywhere is getting on my nerves, but there is nothing that I can do about it because obviously, it is for my own good. Besides, I have my baby to think about now too, apart from myself.I glare in irritation at one of the guards, a huge, menacing-looking, and beefy guy with tattoos all over his body. It’s obvious that he sees me glaring at him, but of course, he doesn’t give a flying fuck, not that I can blame him. The man is merely doing his job, after all.“You shouldn’t be so harsh on him. He’s here for your good.” Carol’s soft voice comes from nowhere, and I whirl around to see her standing at the entrance to the garden and smiling at me.“Jeez! How did you move so quietly? You scared the shit out of me.”“Yeah, we’re all jumpy this time around. Do they also have to follow you everywhere? I mean, it’s silly for fou