Willow rushes me after my first class. She almost crashes into me, skidding to a halt inches away, and drags me into the bathroom. She checks each of the stalls and then locks the main door.“What the hell, Violet?”I jerk back. “What?”“What. The. Hell. Violet.” She glares at me. “You should give a girl some more warning before you go off script.”I drop my backpack and shrug, helpless and more than a bit confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you going to tell me or just keep scolding me?”“This.” She pulls her phone out and shoves it at me.It’s a blog for the CPU Hawks. All sorts of athletic team write-ups, reports, and coverage of the games… plus notices put out by the publicist. Rebecca Dumont.“We met with the publicist the other day,” I say slowly.I click on the most recent post that went live twenty minutes ago.Didn’t take long for Willow to find it—and then me. I’m not sure what I’m expecting to find. I told Rebecca that the previous article posted in the
“When did you get here, Violet?” Paris asks.I tilt my head. “What?”“When. Did. You. Get. Here?”Greyson snorts. “She’s more welcome than you.”You know… when I want him to stick it to her, he doesn’t. He lets her climb all over him and sit close and flirt and fawn. And when I’d rather be anywhere but here, he tells her to shove it.Lovely.“Grey,” she tries.Oh, hell no. “You did not just call him that.”Her expression darkens. “Why, did you lay claim to that nickname?”I cross my arms. “As a matter of fact, I did.”Jesus. Who would’ve thought I’d be arguing about a nickname… this whole night is a mind-fuck. And in the back of my head, I have Senator Devereux’s secretary reminding me of my agreement with them. The fact that my aquatic therapy costs hundreds of dollars that I don’t have to spare, and they’ve been footing the bill.“You’re nothing special,” Paris snaps at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder.I roll my eyes. I’m sick of her attitude, but I don’t have the energy to
GREYSONViolet, Violet, Violet.I can smell her sweet, floral scent in my room like she rubbed herself along my walls and my sheets. There’s no imprint. No sign of her at all except for the smell. Something I don’t think I could concoct in my imagination.I sit on my bed and inhale again, not wanting to exhale.My father calls me. I consider sending it to voicemail, but the last time I did that, he showed up at my game.Him. At a game.I haven’t seen him witness me play in years, let alone speak to me after the fact. It probably has something to do with our clashing reputations. Can a beloved senator really have a bloodthirsty hockey player for a son?Since our next game is at home, I don’t want to risk that. Coach Roake acted like he walked on water, and I was once again reminded of the complex power my father holds. It goes far beyond his domain of New York.I don’t know if there’s a place his influence can’t reach.“Hey, Dad.”“Greyson,” he greets me. Brisk and businesslike, even t
VIOLET“Time to wake up,” Greyson says in my ear.I open my eyes and blink rapidly, trying to make sense of where we are. Not on the sidewalk anymore, that’s for sure. The air is warm, absent of a breeze. I’m sitting with my arms over my head. I tug, but they don’t move. Something holds firm around my wrists.A rattling to my right draws my attention. He stands at a wall of windows, pulling a chain to open the vertical blinds. We’re in the dance studio, and the lights are off. My eyes catch on myself in the mirror, but it’s hard to reconcile what I’m seeing with the truth.I’m naked to my waist, my wrists tied to the bar just over my head. My skin pricks, goosebumps rising on my flesh. I force my attention away, back to Greyson. He still stands by the large windows, but his attention is now on me. He’s got the blinds open. Moonlight streams in.“What are you doing?” I scoot backward until I’m as upright as I can be. My back bumps into the wall, and I tilt my head back to get a better
“Come on, one dance.” The people around us cheered asking for another dance. I looked at my handsome husband. He was wearing an open-neck silk shirt, tailored slacks, and a well-cut jacket.My handsome man gave me his beautiful charming smile, stretching his hand towards me and then bowing in respect as I took his hand, and again we were in the center of the stage dancing.“They just can’t get enough…” My husband chuckled, and I let out a small giggle while looking at the bunch of people we had invited for dinner before I would start my work again as a married woman.I had been working in a news firm, writing different articles and covering breaking news. That's what I do. I went to Germany for an interview with a high-end man, where I met Theo. Theo worked for a well-known software engineering company. He is an engineer, a well-built, educated, intelligent man.I was not someone easy to please but he had swept me over with his charms. In just two months, he proposed and the other wee
“Hmm…” I moaned in my sleep, something wet and warm circles my c**t, and I am thrown over the edge, I don’t know if it was a dream of mine or reality.“Ahhh…” I moan louder when I feel soft strokes penetrating me and I squirm from the sensation.BLINKI opened my eyes, bewildered, and when I look down I found my dear husband eating my pu**y, such a lavish sight for my eyes.I sat up, detaching him from my hot entrance and he groaned unhappily.“Come back.” He demanded grumpily, sitting up when I suddenly push him down on the bed and sit on his face rubbing my wet c**t on his mouth, “Now, it’s better.”He smirk, sucking on my c**t, while I rubbed my hips in sync with his face, God, How am I going to stay without him for a whole week, those thoughts gave a pang of sadness in my heart, ruining my intense orgasm.****“I’ll be in touch.” Theo kissed my forehead before leaving and I tried not to cry in front of him. “I am going to miss you,” I tell him in a low voice trying my best to not
I heard rustling sounds, keys fidgeting, wailing, crying…With difficulty, I opened my eyes. I am in a room with a few people whom I do not know well but they all work in the News Firm, I have seen them there.My head hurt, I held my head and groaned from the pain, it felt like someone had hit me hard.“Arghh…”“Mommy… Mommy…” I heard a cry, a familiar voice, instantly I looked up and saw George, his face covered with fear and anxiousness. I approached him staggeringly and then blinked my eyes multiple times. Finally, I saw Lily lying on the floor unconscious and Geroge shaking her looking worried.“Lilly… Lily…” I patted Lily’s cheek trying to wake her up. She didn’t move, I tried to look for her pulse and thankfully, I found it, but she is too weak.“W..a..t..e..r…” She murmured and I looked around eagerly, “Water… Does anyone have water? Water… Please?”I yelled but everyone seemed to turn a deaf ear as no one responded to me, just looking at me with tight lips. Are they all ghosts
Slowly, he took predatory steps toward me making my heartbeat accelerate with each of his steps which was bringing him closer to me.I watched him firmly, trying to not show my fear but somehow my trembling body made it unable for me to hide it.Within a few steps, he stood in front of me, his eyes glued on my dress, he kneeled and I took a step back cautiously only to get my back banged into the wall.F**k, no !!I stare down at him, he pulled my dress up not touching my body at all, and then slowly pulled down my stockings, and then my panties, I shivered when the cool air got across my c**t.“Ahh…” I gasped when his palm was placed on my entrance.I looked down at him in fear, wanting to slap his hand away but somehow his aura wasn’t letting me do anything, I was trapped by his dark eyes, or bewitched by his aura, I have no words to explain anything.He stood up, and then showed his phone which had a timer, “Smile…” He whispered in a low dark voice.I gulped down nervously and then