I’m coming up on my 2000th lap and yet the rage burning through me refuses to dissipate. I swim to the edge of the plunge pool and lay my arms on the side. I watch the fountain that runs along the edge of the pool, cascade over the side hypnotically while a storm whirls around me, darkening the skies as the palm trees on my estate fight to stay rooted to the earth. Another bolt of lightning rips through the sky in a violent fury as Gabriella’s words echo hauntingly in my mind. Just like me, she was betrayed. Deceived by someone she let into her heart and her home. It enrages me to admit it, but at least Oshmin never fucking gloated about what he did, and though I’ll never say it out loud, he was an unwitting participant in Apaki’s deception. But that… that VILE, insignificant excuse for a human just stood in that hallway bragging about her sins. She threw them at Gabriella intending to wound her. A brief glimpse into her mind revealed enough of her depravity to me, and if it weren’t

I take a final sip from my water bottle before I slip it into my duffle bag as I step off the elevator onto my floor. My muscles are aching from the hours of rehearsal I did today at the Glitter Hole but it’s nothing a nice, hot shower can’t fix. I’m performing this weekend, and as Derrick mentioned yesterday, I love having backup dancers. I just love having a group of people working together to create an amazing performance and having us all in sync with one another. As I turn the corner and walk towards my loft, I trip over a large cardboard box sitting right in the middle of the hallway and have to quickly brace myself against the wall to stop me from landing on the floor. “I am so sorry!” exclaims a panicked Welsh accent. I look up as a young woman comes rushing over to check on me. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I should have moved that.” I steady myself and give her a reassuring smile, “No harm done,” I say as I notice the hallways lined with boxes, “Are you moving into the bui

My laugh is cut off as a shudder ripples through my body when the air around us suddenly feels as though it’s filled with static electricity. I know that feeling. Hasn’t taken me long to understand exactly what that feeling is and where it’s coming from. I drop my arms, placing my weight back on my feet and doing my best to ignore the pressure that returns to them, as I whip myself around to look for Jartre. I don’t have to look far. The moment I turn around, standing just three feet in front of me is the 7’9 God himself. Instinctively my face breaks into a bright smile, but that smile immediately vanishes when I see the look on his face. His nostrils are flared, his jaw is clenched, and his fists are balled up so tight I can see the white of his knuckles, but that’s not what has me gulping. It’s the haunted – almost pained – look in his eyes, that has my heart feeling like it’s been clenched too tight. I take a slow step towards him as if attempting to stop a wild animal from fleei

I lead her past one of the curved staircases, turn to the left, and lead her into the grand kitchen, watching the way her steps falter as she takes in the size. Gabriella regains her footing and steps forward, her high heels clicking and echoing against the white marble floor. The entire kitchen is pure white with a grand chandelier hanging from an ornamental ceiling. Gabriella runs her fingers along the sandstone countertop of the massive prep table in the centre of the room while glancing down at the built-in wine fridge. The countertop is flanked by several bench chairs, while the right of the kitchen is lined with drawers and cabinets and all the usual kitchen fixtures. There is also a long six-seater kitchen table at the far end of the room against the windows, with smaller chandeliers hanging down the length of the table. “You really like white huh?” she comments. “It’s my signature colour,” I say casually. “It’s the most opulent kitchen I’ve ever seen,” she says in awe. I h

Well, I can’t be mad at the man. He said he made no promises, and he was true to his word because the bastard made me pass out again. Correction, he made me pass out several times throughout the night. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to find a God has an insane sexual appetite, but I didn’t think Gods were cunnilingus machines. This other-worldly being ate my pussy like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet gifted to a man on death row. He worked his fingers and tongue in ways that no sex toy could ever compete with. The man even dry humps to the point of fucking multiples, and as amazing as that is, I’m annoyed. I know, I know. You’re going to say, ‘Ella, what the fuck is your problem?’ and believe me, I have no problem with his skills. I think I came more times last night than I have in my whole life, and I can tell you my entire body is suffering for it. My pussy is swollen, my clit is swollen and sensitive as fuck and every muscle in my body feels like I had a straight week of rehe