Bianca's POVI lost count of the days I spent in the cell and I was damn sure I lost weight too. Each day in prison was hell, every moment was torture. Diana brought me home cooked meals, my favourite, every single day but I couldn't bring myself to eat much. I only ate little and left the remaining to meet their fate. I was even surprised they let Diana bring me home."If you don't eat, you might die from malnutrition, Ma'am Bianca. You don't want to starve yourself to death, now do you? Remember you need all the strength and more importantly, you need to stay alive. Would you rather your dead body be dragged out of the cell, Ma'am Bianca? You need to stay alive if you wish to clear your name and that will happen soon enough, don't worry. Everything will be alright and you can return to your fun-filled life like nothing ever happened."Diana couldn't stop talking whenever she visited me. She would go and on, taking nonstop. And she said the same time every fucking time. It was always
Bianca's POVMy life was slowly returning to normal since all the charges and accusation laid against me had been dropped. It wasn't easy but I was determined to go back to my happy self, to return to the lively, fun-loving Bianca who was all about living life to the fullest without any regret. I was finally healing from the pain and suffering I went through within the days I spent in that shithole. I was finally free.My career had been saved, in a way. But I knew it was still going to be affected by the stigma of everything. While I was in prison, some projects that I had been set to do had been withdrawn. Even Isabelline had denounced me as the face of Helen and Paris. The romantic comedy I was supposed to star in wasted no time replacing me with some other actress.It was crazy how the industry and the world worked. I hadn't even been pronounced as the killer, I hadn't even gone on trial yet they had already decided that I was responsible for Camden's murder. They had cut me off a
Bianca's POV"Good morning, beautiful," Steve greeted with a wide, toothy grin. He moved closer to me on the bed and gripped one of my boobs which were out bare. He leaned even closer to bring his lips to mine but I tilted my head back, dodging his kiss.And without wasting time, I swatted his hand away from my boob and looked at him dead in the eye. "Get out," I said to him calmly with a blank expression on my face."What?" He asked in utmost bewilderment and shifted backwards slightly."I said get out," I replied with a deep sigh and stood up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around my naked body as I clutched it to my chest.Steve furrowed his brows and stared at me, probably unsure of what to say or how to react. "Did I do something wrong, Bianca?" He asked."Bianca?" I asked him sharply with one of my brows arched. "Are you usually this dense or are you just trying to get on my freaking nerves this morning, Steve?""I don't understand," Steve replied and got up abruptly on his f
Bianca's POVIt was past midnight and I had just returned from a colleague's birthday party. I might have had too much to drink because I was completely out of control. I was so randy, it felt like my insides were on fire. They were burning with so much intensity I couldn't bear it anymore. And I didn't have to, not at all. Not when I had my big boy toys with me.The moment I got home and came out of my car, I grabbed one of my bodyguards, Steve by the collar and he followed quietly like an obedient puppy. It was evident he knew what was going to happen, he knew he was going to get a delicious treat tonight – the most delicious he'd ever had. And I bet he must have anticipated this incredible moment since the first and last time we got down and dirty in a hotel a few weeks ago.I could tell because his eyes darkened with fiery lust and desire and his cock was practically begging to be freed from its wicked confines as it bulged rock-hard against his pants. Boy, that thing was a master
Bianca's POV"Good morning, Miss Davies," Harriet chirped, flashing me her usual lucid smile that revealed her dimples."Good morning, Harriet," I responded, giving her a small smile."I trust you had a wonderful night?" She asked."Yes, I did. What about you?" I asked back. Not like I cared or anything. I just felt the need to be warm and polite to her. She was after all, my personal assistant, my right-hand woman. Harriet was the second person I trusted the most in the whole wide world, after me, of course."I did," she replied beaming and adjusting her floral halter neck ruffle dress. She looked really pretty today like she took her time getting herself all dolled up.Harriet was an attractive lady, a year older than I was. Though not nearly as attractive as I was. She was slender, tall, with a symmetrical face, black kinky hair and beautiful dark skin that glistened. She would make a fine model, I had told her a thousand times but she always shrugged it off. She could be the next
Bianca's POVMr Drew McCartney strode to the red carpet decked in a designer suit. Other than the full beards he wore now and a little weight he'd gained, he hadn't changed much. He still looked as dashing as he always did, like the first time he approached me eight years ago. Though he was in his late forties now, his fashion sense was still as keen as ever.He stood straight, posing with some other celebrity for the camera and I didn't realize I was staring intently at him until he turned and his eyes met mine. I quickly looked away and took more pictures, giving the fiercest runway look that I could.To my surprise, Drew came over to me and with an expressionless face he said, "It wouldn't be too much of a bother to take a photo with the queen of hypnotic beauty now, would it?"I blinked and then shrugged indifferently. "Sure, not at all," I replied, my voice cold.He put an arm around me and pulled me closer while he smiled for the shot. I couldn't bring myself to smile as I felt
Bianca's POVI got out of my bathroom after having a refreshing, cold shower that night with a skimpy towel wrapped around my chest and walked to stand in front of my dresser but I stopped when I saw Steve barge into my bedroom."For fuck's sake, don't you know how to knock?" I yelled. "And what the hell are you doing here at this time? Your working hours are over, mister."Steve didn't utter a word at first. Instead, he strode to me and with his big, strong hands, he gripped my waist before a smirk appeared on his lips. He yanked me forward with such brute might and pressed my body hard against his fairly huge frame."I know, baby. I'm here for my night shift," he whispered in my ear, kissed my ear lobe and grabbed my butt cheeks, giving them a tight squeeze."What sort of madness is this?" I asked, trying to shove him away but it was as pointless as a broken pencil. "Get away from me! Let me go now! “Steve didn't listen. He began raining wet kisses on my ear and my neck, licking my
Bianca's POV"I said suck it, you fucking slut!" Steve growled and flashed the knife at my face as if to say, "I'm not bluffing!"I could sense he wasn't bluffing. The guy was a demented asswipe. It was just my bad luck that I got involved with a scumbag like him.I shut my eyes tight and opened my mouth to take his thick fuck-pipe in. My tongue tentatively grazed over the foreskin of his cock and encircled around the crown. My nostrils were engulfed with his musky, manly scent and I shuddered as he pushed his shaft deep into my mouth.I could not believe this was happening!Steve groaned and grabbed my hair in a coarse manner. I winced and mumbled against his cock but it came out as nothing but a muffled sound. He pumped his meat deeper and more desperately with vicious urgency. I choked and gagged, seemingly running out of breath but he didn't seem to care.He was on a mission to impale me with his pipe and all I did was lay helplessly, accommodating it. A grunt came ripping out of