ONLY HIS

Christopher’s POV People do crazy things for love. Things you never thought you could do, not even in a million years, or in any alternate universe. But there I was in the penthouse suite with my fiance wearing only her lacy red lingerie—waiting for me to call the man who bought her for the night. Of course she didn’t know that was the case. And as I looked at her sitting on the bed, an image of pure perfection, I hoped to God, she would never find out my darkest secrets. "What has gotten into you?" Ivyrose asked. I could hear the fear in her tone, but she was smiling. "I told you. This has always been my wildest fantasy, but if you're having second thoughts then let's not do it. I don't want to force you into anything." I told her, sounding as confident as I could. “No. It's okay. I do trust you. Just make sure you know what you're doing with these cuffs and remember where you're going put the keys. And absolutely no weird stuff!” "What weird -" “Nothing goes inside my butt!!!!!

Christopher’s POV "Chris!" Ivyrose bolted upright from our bed. It was still seven in the morning and the sun’s rays peaked through our floor-to-ceiling windows. She was breathing raggedly as she laid back down on her pillow. "Hey. Good morning babe. You had a nightmare didn't you?" I asked her calmly as I got on the bed beside her and put her head on my chest. From the looks of her, I wasn't sure the pills I mixed with the brandy last night worked. Seb had given it to me as a consolation the night I agreed to the deal; telling me it was a new drug product that would cause a few hours of memory gaps and confusion from the time it was consumed. "Oh my god. Did we really go through with it? It was crazy." Ivyrose said, scratching her head. "What was?" I asked, my heart pounding in my ears. Does she remember? "The… you know, the thresome. I’m not sure if it was a dream or not, but I feel so embarrassed." Tears started falling down her face and I rushed to wipe them. "Well, you s

Christopher’s POV I put the empty bottle of wine on the dining table. The effects of its content, already making me a little light headed. I was alone in our house because Ivyrose was waiting for me at Foxworth mansion, taking care of last minute details for her father’s 60th birthday party. The party of the year, the magazines and newspapers called it. I looked at myself in my full length mirror and almost didn’t recognize the man I’ve become. I used to be so simple and poor, yet the man in front of me was wearing a black armani suit. I looked great although it was a little tight around my biceps considering everytime my mind stressed over that night, I went to my gym and punished myself —Forcing extreme pain to push the morbid thoughts out of my head, and forgeting my conscience with too much exhaustion. I also went to see a shrink once or twice a week and it helped a bit to vaguely talk about my secrets. For the past two months, I found a way to say it, disguising it as troubles

Christopher’s POV I could see him staring and smiling at her. What are they talking about? I'm going to kill him. This can't be happening. I wanted to shout for her, but my voice wouldn't come out, and running through the crowd was not an option either as my legs wouldn't dare move; I was paralized in a mixture of panic and rage. Our eyes met, and for a split second his lips formed a sinister smile exactly the way it did that night after he fucked her, and my mind became flooded with morbid thoughts. I imagined him naked kissing Ivy on the neck, taunting me. His hands all over my woman. Closing my eyes, I shook my head to get rid of the gut wrenching thoughts flooding my brain. That night didn’t happen! Stop this! Open your eyes and see that you’re just imagining it. I opened my eyes and cursed out loud when I saw the fucker touched her hand, kissing it before letting go. And as if the heavens were truly punishing me, a group of guests suddenly blocked my view of them. “Fuck my lif

Christopher’s POV “Hey, Rose.” I held her as she swayed to the music with her eyes closed. I took her hand and noticed all the dirt in her fingernails and on the hem of her gown. “Rose!” I said louder, thinking she might not have heard me through the loud music the band was playing. “Are you okay, babe? Where have you been?” I asked her, a knot formed in my gut as she continued to dance. Softly, I shook her shoulders and Ivyrose stopped dancing, and opened her eyes. “What happened? Why have you been crying and why are your hands so dirty?” Her eyes were red and her nose puffy. I sighed as I looked around us. Nobody was paying us any attention. “Come with me, Chris.” she said suddenly, pulling me through the crowd as fast as she could. “Rose, stop! Where are we going?” She made her way toward the greenhouse, her hand still pulling mine. “I wanna show you something special to me.” “Okay, but slow down. Are you okay? You want me to carry you?” I said when I realized she was barefoo