AmyJace enters my apartment with a huge grin on his face. His text from last night has been keeping me very impatient for his arrival. I am compelled to steal a glance at the clock on the wall. It is exactly nine. He is right on time, and that makes me even more anxious about what he could be up to."You are on time," I say as I close the door with fumbling fingers."For what I have in mind, I couldn't waste any second delaying," he narrows his eyes at me. My muscles tense in excitement. He engulfs me in his arms and presses me to the door."Are you going to give me a sneak peek about what it is about?" I inquire from him. He chuckles lightly and his face goes dead seriously."Not at all. There is no telling," he replies and his lips lift into a coy smile."Hmmm. I am very curious what brings you to my apartment so on time this morning," I search his eyes for clues but there is nothing but the hot lustful look in them. He inches his head ne

AmyI feel so lightheaded after spending the entire day with these amazing ladies in Jace's kitchen. They are such good company that they make me feel at home and loved. Maybe I do belong here. Should I move in with Jace? I shake the thought off my mind. I can't believe I am even giving it a thought. It is way too early for that. I remember mom's words 'Time does not matter as long as you are with the right person'. Is Jace my right person? Should I just follow my heart and do whatever it demands?We have prepared very many dishes of food and drink. Sophia and Alexa asked Jace to invite everyone over for dinner so that the food can be eaten and not put to waste. He refused to go out and make door to door invitation until I bribed him with a kiss. Ellen has already joined us in the kitchen and abundant hugs and smiles are being shared amongst everyone. This is my happy place. I don't want to live, ever. I help set the table and carry food to the dinning roo

AmyJace offers to give me a tour around their house after breakfast. They own a pretty big chunk of land, and most of it is covered by woods. I just wonder why anyone would want to be surrounded by a forest. Maybe it could be the love for nature or the need to be away from the noisy town. It must have cost them a fortune."Are your parents the ones who bought this land?" I inquire from Jace who is walking beside me."No. I bought it," he replies."It must have cost you a pretty sum," I say."It did," he says with a small smile. I wonder how much more Jace owns. He must be very wealthy. Where does he get all this money? Perhaps he inherited it from his parents."What do you do for a living?" I can't stop myself from asking this time. He looks thoughtful for a moment."I used to be an artist," he replies with a coy smile, which is immediately replaced by a thoughtful expression. That is in past tense."And then what happened?" I

AmyMy body aches everywhere and my eyelids are heavy. I can't even open them and bring myself to see anything. I can hear footsteps, probably people are walking past me or ...with me? Wait a minute? Where am? A sound of a car door closing comes from behind me. Was I in a car? Driving with who?A faint memory of a huge bald man pushing his way into my apartment appears in my mind and immediately open my eyes. The first thing I see is a bushy stubble beard and a long dirty blond hair. Who is this man? Arms are wrapped around my body, like I am being carried. Get off me! I want to scream but I can't bring my mouth to open. I can't lift my hands to push him away and neither can I kick my legs. I feel numb. What happened to me?Green evil eyes meet mine."She is awake," he announces, and I look around to see who he could be talking to."She is?" a stronger voice that I recognize sounds from behind him. I look behind and see the bald hulk w

AmyThe room that I have been locked up in is so strange. It has no windows, I think it is in the middle of the house. It is so freaking cold and the bed in the centre of the small room has no bedspreads. I know I am in no position to judge a small room because my bedroom is no bigger, but I feel suffocated in here.The men who brought me in here just dumped me on the bed and walked out. There never gave me a warning to not make any sounds. Maybe because they knew it was useless.When I heard them lock the door on their way out, I hurriedly got off the bed and tried opening the door. They had to make sure I didn't escape. I hit the door and screamed for someone to help me but it was all in vain. I gave up after some good time of shouting and hitting the door. I think the room is sound proof so nobody even heard me.Now my throat feels sore and my hands are paining because of hitting them on the door too hard. I sit leaning against the door and facing the