But sometimes, we do sick and twisted things for the people we love. ~ Skye Warren. ~•~ AMANDA "Mother!" I heard the scream before the door to the suite even opened. Dylan. His face was flushed with rage, and his breathing was difficult as if he'd run a marathon. "What have you done?" The wine glass in my hand and that of Kent's froze midair as we exchanged glances, then back at my son, who stood panting and seething in the doorway. "Dylan," I exclaimed, putting my drink down. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" He didn't respond. Instead, he took another step into the room and slammed a newspaper on the table. "Explain this," He demanded. I looked down, perplexed. Kent reached over and picked up the tabloid, bringing it closer. The front page read—BILLIONAIRE ROBERT CLARKE ARRESTED FOR MURDER. Photos of Robert being escorted out of his office building flanked by police officers were posted beneath the headline. He was handcuffed and looked miserable. Well, serves
ROBERT "I suggest you lay low for a while, Mr. Clarke," Mr. Patrick began as the sleek black car raced out of the station and into traffic. "The situation is delicate. Given your reputation, a lot of people are watching you right now. Watching your every move and anything you do."I was tempted to tell him to fuck it. And fuck them all. I didn't care what they said, how they perceived me, or what they did. The media and everyone else could go fuck themselves with their little white lies because my conscience was clear. I did not kill the man. I was being framed. That's all there was to this. But instead, I sat silently and listened to my lawyer speak. He droned on and on about the charges against me—like I hadn’t heard all of it before—and everything I needed to do to avoid getting into any further trouble. He discussed his plans, the ongoing investigations, and the legalities involved. I didn't pay much attention to the latter part. In fact, at some point, I stopped listening entir
RENEE ‘THIS IS WHAT YOUR VILE, DESPICABLE BOYFRIEND DID! YOU ARE SHARING YOUR HEART WITH A COLD-BLOODED MURDERER WHO GETS HIGH ON THE PUTRID FUMES OF DEATH AND DECAY, AND IT WON'T BE LONG BEFORE YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER BODY BURIED IN HIS YARD. HE IS A SOULLESS BASTARD WHO LEAVES A TRAIL OF DESTRUCTION IN HIS WAKE. HE SHATTERS LIVES & DESTROYS THINGS. HE DESTROYED HIS FAMILY, AND YOU’RE NEXT ON THE LIST. OR DO YOU THINK YOU’RE SPECIAL? YOU’RE NOT. LOVING HIM WILL DRAG YOU INTO THE ABYSS. IT WILL SUCK YOU DRY. IT WILL LEAVE YOU SCARRED, BROKEN, AND EMPTY. SO, GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN. YOU SHOULD RUN BEFORE HE DESTROYS WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR SANITY. RUN BEFORE HIS POISONOUS GRASP ENVELOPES YOU. RUN, RENEE MICHEAL. RUN. OR ELSE YOU WILL PAY IN THE MOST UNIMAGINABLE WAY.’As I said farewell to Nicole and watched her leave the suite with Harry, these words replayed in my mind like an endless echo. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't block or drive it out of my mind because it kept returning
RENEE‘Yes, Dylan, fuck me harder.’‘You like it when I fuck you hard?’ ‘Oh yesssss… Oh yesssss Dylan…’I shut my eyes tightly, a whimper escaping my lips as I tried to block the taunting memories in my head.The memory was clear as day. Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the illicit image of Dylan, my longtime boyfriend of four years, cheating on me with a blonde-haired bimbo in our bed. I’d found him fucking her on the bed we shared for years in our joint apartment. When I arrived home, the first thing I saw when I stepped into the building were clothes flung haphazardly, strewn around in the living room.Following the trail, picking up the bra and panties I’d seen on the way, I kept trying to tell myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then I heard screams and pleasure-filled echoes coming from my room, and I froze.Our room… Instantly, the steady pounding of my heartbeat increased, my chest tightening as a tear found its way down my cheek.Soft
RENEE “Apply the sunscreen all over your body. Don’t leave a part dry. We’re staying at the beach all through the afternoon, and we won’t be back till….” I rolled my eyes, my hands clumsily massaging my skin while I tried to obey my best friend’s orders. Finally, we were in Miami, ready to enjoy ourselves. With Nicole’s persistence and support, I was able to muster my courage and go back to the apartment I shared with my cheating ex-boyfriend to get my stuff. Luckily, he was not at home when I went there, and so I just left him a goodbye note.I didn’t care about the money or refund he owed me since I wasn’t staying all through the rental period and the groceries we’d bought together, I left it all for him. I was turning over a new leaf, just like Nicole suggested, and I was intent on seeing it through. Also, I’d cut all ties with him by erasing his information from my phone and blocking him on all my social media accounts. I knew I had to move on with my life, and slowly I was
RENEEWhat an egotistical prick! This statement left my lips the second he said those words. The thought enveloped me as his deep blue eyes entrapped me while I stared at him unabashedly. ‘I seemed pretty enraptured. Was there anything I’d like to say to him?’ I twisted his questions and thought to myself, was there anything I’d like to say to him? There was so much I’d like to mumble, maybe up close in his ears, my breasts brushing his chest, and my hands grazing the stubble on his chin. He quirked his brows as I took a small step back, embarrassed at being caught staring. I shook my head, trying to discard the illicit thoughts in my head. He placed his right elbow on the nearby counter, a clear indication that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon and that he intended to talk to me. His lips were still stretched in that sneaky smirk that did things to my insides, and I swallowed heavily. Damnit! I couldn’t stop looking at him.When I couldn’t look away, I realized this was the first m
ROBERT “Gently, gently…” I whispered as I held Renee’s hands tightly, brushing her skin now and then as we walked to my hotel suite. It was like a dream. The woman I’d fantasized about last night was in my arms, and every now and then, I kept shooting her a glance, wanting to know if she was real. I’d seen her at the beach party last night when I held a meeting with my business partners. The moment she’d stepped into my line of sight, the wheels in my head had began to turn. For the first time in years, I’d felt an insanely possessive urge to dominate a woman and I vowed within myself that I’d have her before leaving this damned city. Wherever I had to go to find her, whatever length I had to make, I’d do it. As long as it got that strawberry-blonde beauty underneath me. She’d been wearing large tops and long-fitted jeans, but still, I could see her every curve. The red cotton material hung over her large breasts, and even though she was duly covered, I could see the lines of he
RENEE It’d been minutes or maybe an hour since I’d entered this luxurious suite of Robert Clarke, the mysterious hot stranger who had picked me up from the tropical fruit stand earlier, and ever since then, I’ve been a mess in his hands. From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring crude questions, and almost coming undone on his fingers, I was already living a dream. He’d just told me to strip for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing blue eyes. They were rimmed with some kind of conundrum I couldn’t explain. He wanted me to strip for him. I was supposed to be embarrassed, but instead, I felt the exact opposite. If anything, I was hot, wet, and ready to do whatever he told me. Though I’d not admit that to him yet. “I’m still waiting, baby girl.” His deep voice filled the heated air and my already closed thighs clenched more. Remembering how he’d skillfully stroked my clit, like an instrument he knew well, my cheeks flushe