Tatum POVMarta is the sweetest teenager I have ever met, that girl can make everyone smile with how caring and smart she is. I see a little of myself in her; I used to be like that, but unfortunately, some people got a hold of my innocence and kindness and destroyed it. I hope she can fight that off; I hope she can find someone who will treasure the way she is, someone who will lie down roses on the floor for her to walk on, someone who will treat her like a Queen.I can see movement in our direction and when I look it’s him, It’s Fred walking towards us, the way he walks with one hand in his pocket and the other on his side, the way his eyes scan my body makes me want to disappear into a hole and never come out. I look directly into his eyes and I can’t help but remember his eyes locked on mine while he was with his head between my legs. I stiffen as I bite my lower lip, closing my legs tighter together as I can feel the wetness.After some s

Fred POV“Seven hundred thousand!” I hear someone in the back shout. I can’t really see who it is as the lights pointing toward the stage are kind of blinding me. I smile with my hands inside my pockets as they are starting to sweat. Put me in the middle of a rink with thousands of people watching me and I feel like no one is there, I feel normal, no pressure, but here, there’s only a couple hundred people and I feel like I am naked, exposed. I hate this feeling.“Seven hundred and fifty thousand,” I hear another woman shout. The value keeps going up and up to fifty thousand. I keep smiling, pretending this is perfectly okay. To be auctioned like a doll, like a prize.“One million,” I hear the hostess say, and I frown. When did it get to that amount? I look at her, smiling. “One million going once, one million going twice,” and without hesitation, I face her.“Two million dollars,” I

Tatum POV I open my eyes to find Fred still asleep naked next to me on his bed. I can’t help but smile as his protective arm rests over my stomach. Fred has been great the last few days. I haven’t left his apartment, and he has refused to leave me alone. I know I have to leave today. He has practice and I have to go home to Grace. I can’t stay away from her like this. Obviously, Mara knows what happened, and she is okay to look after Grace, but she is my daughter and I need her hug to help me heal. I need her to be with me; I need her to help me go back to being the woman I was, not a victim. I am a fighter, and I will never allow myself to see myself any differently. What happened to me was not my fault, and was not a reflection of anything I did, it was all on him; he made the decision to force himself on me. I can feel the tears threatening to spill but I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to force myself to stop. I feel Fred moving. His arm disappears and I open my eyes to see

Fred POV Leaving Tatum was the hardest thing I had to do in my life, especially after what she went through. I still can’t believe Thunder did that. I never really thought he was my friend, but I saw him as a half-decent guy. Julien called me today as the girl from my case was being interrogated again today. Apparently, her lies keep surfacing and things are getting bad for her. A witness came through with some footage from the party, and there it’s visible that I was pushing her away from me, and that I was way too intoxicated. Julien is trying to spin things around. He is going to go after her for sexual harassment to me. He says he has enough evidence now that she lied and manipulated a situation, not to mention what Thunder said in front of three witnesses. Tatum is really a very strong woman, not everyone would be able to move on the way she has, I know that she hasn’t really faced the world yet, but the way she behaved in the hospital while they collected the evidence from he

Tatum POVThunder’s touch on my arm makes me want to puke. My entire body freezes, remembering the way he pressed himself against me and how he tried to fuck me. I close my eyes momentarily as he runs a finger down my cheek.“So pretty, such a shame you’re with that guy,” he whispers against my ear. His breath rubbed the naked skin of my neck, making my entire body shiver in discontent. “You’re too much for him. Maybe he will learn to share,” he says before he pulls away and I blink several times before I move away from the door and he opens it, stepping inside. Immediately, I hold on tight to my things and walk as fast as my legs allow me to the opposite side of the stadium towards my small office.Once inside, I lock the door, resting my back against the wooden door with the small glass window on the top. I drop my things on the floor as the tears start to roll down my cheeks and my knees lose their strength and I fall