CAMILLA~•~"Cam! Camilla!" She continued to call after me, while I stomped out of the restaurant. But, I could not hear her, the only sounds I could hear were the sounds of my forced chuckles, and the sound of my heart breaking. I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, but the tears would not stop flowing. I lost my mother because of him, and now, he has taken my sister away from me. Whenever I saw him, some kind of loss always seemed to follow.I was tired, so tired of everything that had to do with him.Freddie's house was a ten minutes walk from the restaurant, but I was not sure I could walk without falling to the ground. I boarded a taxi and stuck my eyes outside the window, so I would not drive past his house. His car was in his driveway when I alighted from the taxi. I had never been more happy to see that car in my life. I took wobbly steps towards his door and knocked on it once. I waited for three minutes, but there was no reply. I sniffed back my tears and knocked a

IVAN~•~ I was up, bright and early the next morning. What? You thought the boss would have all the time in the world to sleep right? Well, I never did. I always saw my father rise early like he was the fucking janitor. And when I asked why, one day, he told me; "Son, if you want to successfully run a company, run it from the roots. Don't stand on top of a six story building, or on top of a horse higher than your ego. Come down to the ground. That way, you can see things at the top, and at the bottom." To be honest, no truer words had ever been spoken. I did my daily routine workout for an hour, made myself a quick breakfast of toasted bread and lemon tea - even though Antonio was in the kitchen, staring right back at me. I did not want him to bother himself with my breakfast, I was already running out of time. I knew Tina would still be asleep, so I didn't bother going to her room. I hurried back to mine and took a refreshing and relaxing shower. While trying to forget the fact

AUTHOR ~•~ She stormed into the study with her phone in her hands. She pressed the speaker on her right ear while she frowned, her right foot tapping the marble floor continuously. It was obvious she was angry, very angry. Her husband never seemed to miss out on a chance to humiliate her and Sarah Holloway was not sure how long she could tolerate him. "Tranquilla, non ti preoccupare. It's okay, do not worry about it." The voice at the other end of the phone tried to assure her, but Sarah was far from assured. "No way, Papa. No way! You needed to see what he did to me at the office today. He embarrassed me, in front of his whore papa! His fucking whore!" Sarah scoffed and placed her sweaty palm on her head. "Well, you are right about that. She did sleep with him while you were gone. But, it was only once." Sarah scoffed and settled into her husband's luxurious furniture. She crossed her legs as she leaned into the sofa. "Thank you, dad. I feel a lot better." The reply was sarca

CAMILLA ~•~ I couldn't sleep that night or the nights after that. His invitation continued to replay in my head. The way he held onto my legs, the way he sought comfort and support in the most subtle of ways. It had me wondering why Sarah had left in the first place. Yes, I must admit the man had been a complete douchebag when we first met. He was obnoxious, irritating, and believed that everyone had to do everything his way because he was synonymous with God, law, and order. He did annoy the living daylight out of me and I never believed that living under his roof, with him, could turn out to be one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Knowing that someone needed me, knowing that I was important to someone and they needed me, was the best feeling I could bring myself to feel. Mister Ivan said the party was on a Sunday night, so we had to fly into Napa on a Saturday evening. It would only be a one-hour flight, at most an hour and thirty minutes. So, I packed up a few c

AUTHOR ~•~ Ivan Holloway turned sharply towards her. His eyes widened as he looked down at her small frame. "Fuck it." He gnarled. With one swift move, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers. Fire and ice, that was what he felt when his lips tangled with hers for what appeared to be the third time.He kissed and sucked on her lower lip, but it occasionally. Every time Camilla moaned against his lips, Ivan felt a new wave of madness sprout up from his belly. He had kissed women, a whole lot of them. But none had ever consumed him as she did, no woman's lips had ever left him aching for more, praying for more. Their hands were on each other. Camilla's lean fingers dug into his blonde hair, making a mess of the gelled strands. He lowered himself, his kisses traveled from her lips, down to her left ear. He lingered there, kissed, licked, and sucked the lobe of her ear. Camilla felt her skin burn with delight underneath his touch. She moaned, with every stroke his fi