"Look at me, Ellie!" His call in a roguish voice freezes my groans, and his coercive thrusting abruptly stops, causing me to jerk.I peel my eyes open to meet his frosty, menacing ones.We are in the nth round of steaming hot violent sex, and I should be sobbing. It was the sixth round when I last checked, which was approximately an hour ago. He is acting like a frenzied beast, and I am incapable of stopping him. I am powerless beneath him. The only thing remaining is him tying me to this bed and shoving his cock up to my core. "Damian, please!" I strain with my labored breathing and the discomfort of my soreness down there. I feel like my walls have broken already.I'm fully aware that when I erroneously howled that idiot's name, I bruised his ego. I hurt him. I get it, but if castigating me was all he needed to stroke his ego, shouldn't he be satisfied by now? This is too much."I want you to keep your eyes on my face as I fuck that bastard's name out of your brain and don't," he p

I'm spending my penultimate last day at Damian's place, and all I can say is that I have had the most incredible time. He is an empathetic true gent, a terrific cook who I would not mind sticking around wist to continue receiving free cooking lessons from, and a snazzy weirdo knight that any lady would want to go out with, which is what I am doing right now. He is a polished knight in shining armour - amazing in everything. Nevertheless, I must leave his home and start all over. We'll still stay in touch, primarily because I'll be living a few blocks away from him and also, because I don't want to lose the only companion I have in this new city. A friend indeed. He has earned that emblem in that one week I have spent with him.Since my house is ready thanks to all the support he gave me, including moving my stuff there, I made the decision to treat him tonight - a show of gratitude. I adore his cooking and the tranquility of his home, but today I did something different. I took him ou

I am trembling as I wait for the unknown receiver on the other end. My eardrums are beginning to itch from all these hundreds of calls I have made.Goodness!"Good evening! This is Sonia from La Classic Hotels. How may I help you?" Finally, they picked?I calm myself down and steady my breathing."Hello. My name is Ellie Marrie. I am calling about the marketing job vacancy in your hotel. Is the slot still open?" I ask anxiously."Yes, miss. The applications close tomorrow at six in the morning so you still have time to email your resume." She replies."Okay. Miss. I'll send it immediately." I mumble joyously."Alright. Just submit to the email on the website and I will add you to the list of interviewees once I have received your submission. The interview is set for Wednesday. Please don't forget to attach a letter of recommendation from your previous employer. Good luck!"I bang the phone furiously on the table. I mean, come on! Why the hell do they

"You are really something, Ellie. I mean, for you to defy your father like that, girl, you've got balls!" Grace says.After that atrocious time-wasting interview and bumping into her at the gate, I wanted to scream at her to leave me alone. I was in no mood for any chats, especially with some high school dummy whom we never git close to, but surprisingly, we ended up in my house instead. I told her about my plight, and she is stupefied to learn that I am jobless and impoverished. Her narrative is also incredibly depressing, perhaps even more so than mine. Her only brother took over the family business after her parents died in a car accident, and he refused to spare her even a cent. He seems to be one of those stingy, stereotypical Africans who thinks women shouldn't inherit anything. Stupid, right? He should be taught a lesson for torturing his only sibling this way. They weren't so rich, but she shouldn't be doing this either. Just like me, she was also not any lucky with the inter

"I would be lying if I say I don't idolize this automobile, beautiful, but I just can't afford it for now." I'm conversing with yet another buyer, and I'm worried things are not going well. Aside from that, I abhor his nonchalant attitude toward me. Anyway, I am prepared to put up with his unpleasant dickheadedness for the purpose for which I am doing this. Maybe we can come to an understanding as I am in desperate need and I have a feeling that my Porsche has his interest? That is, if he can stop devouring me with his owl-like eyes!"I'm giving it at a throw-away cost you know?" I push my luck and he grins, gawking into my eyes way too stern for my preference."Why, though? Does it have any problems?" He asks."No. It's in perfect condition and the parts are still new and original. You can have it checked, I don't mind." I say boldly. My cars have always been serviced every single month. I can vouch that they don't have any dents on them."How much?" He qu