It read... ••[You Owe Me A Murder.]It was from an unknown number and it occurred immediately to Collen that it was definitely something Anderson could do. "You gave him my digits, right?" She asked, with a hard glare, exuding a terrifying chill that made Chris take a step back.He even knew when to thread carefully. The little experience he have gotten while working with Celine has thought him a lot."Listen, it wasn't like I wanted to. He threatened me and I had to." Chris explained.Collen switched off her phone and threw it inside her clutch. She hated the fact that Anderson had a means of reaching out to her. She couldn't block him; not when she was well aware of what he could do."You... owe me a murderer." Collen repeated those five letter words she had read. They kept ringing in her head and would never leave, which was beginning to drive her crazy. She couldn't help but think about what Anderson meant. She owed him no damn murder. And just like she said earlier, the reven
The secret house was her safe haven. She cherished it for all its good and bad. It was her escape place from the world where she constantly reminded herself how much of a howling beast who possessed a malicious soul, she was. Collen exited the bathroom in her red bathing robe. She walked towards the vanity table where she sat down with a sly smile playing on her face. There were candles, perfumes, a dead withered flower and a large mirror sitting on the table. She stretched her hand towards the bottle of scented oil she bought on her way here. For tonight, she planned on making love to him.Slowly, Collen uncocked the bottle cap as she raised her right leg up, placing her heel on the small space left in the chair she was sitting on. She was intentional with the way she applied the oil on her skin, rubbing it deeper and she watched with admiration as her skin glowed.Standing up with satisfaction of what she had and would soon achieve, she removed her red bathing robe and hanged it on
"You'll be fucking death of me." Devon muttered, standing up and moving towards Collen who sat adjacent to him.He leaned down and kissed her softly. He couldn't get enough of her. With every suck, nibble and gentle bite of her lips, it felt like he was just beginning to have a taste. Moving his lips to her neck, Devon peppered kisses down her neck.Collen's soft moans filled the air. She circled her hands across his neck and sighed dreamily. It felt too good to be real. But that was her daily escapade with this hot, fucking rich man beside her.She felt her weight on the air when he lifted her off the chair and placed her on top of the tempered glass table, just beside her plate.The dimly lit room had already set everything in place. She had always fantasized making love to him in a dark room illuminated by nicely scented candles. But she never said a word about to him.Collen broke the kiss, reaching for the plate beside her. She took a spoon of baked rice and sauce and fed it to D
It was a renowned clubhouse in town. Collen could already feel the thrill of being in a place she had long stepped foot in. She had been living a quiet, thoughtful life since she achieved her dream of being a fashion stylist who worked behind the scene for big fashion companies and studios. "This god-damn heels keeps threatening to have my ass kiss the floor." Ayra muttered, pausing to adjust her dress that had no problem."Mike is watching you." Collen retorted, holding back the grin that wanted to break out of her face.She heard Ayra sharply suck in her breathe as the latter quickly looked up to find out that they were no one in the dimly lit hallway that led to the interlinked VIP rooms where the engagement party was taking place in."Fuck you, Col. You're despicable." Ayra glared at her, walking away and leaving her behind."I was only kidding you. Wait up." Collen said, laughing loudly as she increased her pace to meet up with her elder sister who had already disappeared throug