I stagger out of the club with Molly's weight on my shoulders as she's leaning against me and one side, Chloe has her arm wrapped around her."I'll go bring the car around," Tania says before she hurries off."Who is this chica?" Chloe wonders as Molly starts to struggle. "I don't want to be arrested for kidnapping. We said go wild, not this wild."I roll my eyes, "She's a friend." It pains me to say but there's nothing else that can make her feel rest assured.Molly is wiggling in our hand, staggering from the cocaine and saying gibberish. I doubt she even knows where she is nor who I am right now."Fuck! She's lost it. Completely drugged. Who knows what the fuck would have happened if you haven't rescued her."I can guess and I swear I want to get the image of my fucking head. Seeing her in that state still plagues my mind.Molly suddenly throws both arms around me, caressing my face as she breathes on me and slurs in her words, "You look oddly familiar." She giggles, her smile weak

I don't know how long I stayed in the hotel but when my phone rings and I check the time, my stomach grumbles as if scolding me. I've been crying my eyes out on an empty stomach for close to three hours now, mourning her absence all over again like the first time I realised we were over. I swipe the call to answer it, "Hello?" "Good day, Miss. Rebecca. This is-" "I know who it is," I interrupt feeling rather numb as I pick myself up from the floor. "You're downstairs, aren't you?" "Yes." I don't know how he always finds me but I've long suspected he bugged my phone. That's one thing I'll need to do away with as I plan my escape. "Okay, I'll be down in a few. Are you alone?" "Yes," trust Oliver to send his driver to come fetch me while he waits at home like a patient master looking forward to seeing his pet again. I dreaded the moment when we'd be together, alone and I'll have to answer to my behaviour- Goodness! Just thinking about it can make one shrivel in fear. As much as I

We were in a frenzy; from the office, to the hallway then the bedroom- all night long like we were possessed by some unknown force. Angry make-up sex had always felt so good but this time there was a shitty sinking feeling in my heart that just made me cry all night. That didn't stop me from having an orgasm though- nothing could stop that powerful release that shook me and the relaxation that came with it. I fell asleep somewhere in between and sometime during the night, woke up cuddled in his arms-- more like caged as if he didn't want me to slip out even to pee. He sat up waiting for me and when I returned, I was going back to his arms with no questions asked, telling myself it was only because I didn't want to be forced into it. I woke up alone the next day, the curtains pulled back and the morning light almost blinding. I grabbed a T-shirt I could find laying around which is very rare since Oliver is a neat freak and barely leaves anything lying around. I headed downstairs, w

Fuck! I dump my keys on the table, gripping my hair as I look around with panic in my heart. How could I lose something so precious? My only ticket out. I can't bring myself to call Mr. Wright that what? 'Hello, sir, so I lost the cheque, can you write another one?' I have to ask Oliver whether he's seen it but why do I have a feeling he's the one behind this? I couldn't have misplaced it, for fucks sake it was in my car! I put it right there on the seats! I'm pacing the grounds with my thoughts all over Hell's half acre, worrying back and forth as I imagine bringing up the question. 'Did you take my cheque? The one your grandfather wrote to me to leave your ass because he knows about us.' Now there are two ways Oliver can react to this. One, if he didn't take it, he'll be shocked, pissed off and I'm in trouble. Two, if he did take it, well he'll be shocked at my audacity, pissed off and I'm still in so much trouble. It doesn't matter how this goes, I'd still be in trouble. Or wh

TRIGGER WARNING My plans all come to a halt when I'm parked right outside the cemetery for hours. When the fuck are they gonna leave? I peak from where I'm parked, looking at the people hovering around the place. They've been doing that for close to an hour now. Dressed in casual clothes with the intention to fool their prey, the press sure know how to be a fucking pain in the ass. I don't need this right now. Look at them acting like they're here for a loved one when they can easily send me to an early grave. Fuck all of them! Fuck Oliver-- it's all his fault and fuck me too! I never should've brought him here in the first place. It should've just been between family. A car pulls up at the gates and my aunt and uncle step down with their grown up son, Thomas. It's been years since I last laid eyes on them. I guess they knew I wouldn't be able to show my face this year so they decided to stop by for me. We've never had the best of relationships. Archie, my uncle, was my father'