Ellis started bringing me lunch every day. The nice weather was holding, so we got to eat outside on the campus picnic tables. Every day, his meals got a little better. I was almost able to actually enjoy them. Of course, he'd always bring something from a restaurant too, something that I could really eat and enjoy after giving his unpredictable cooking a try. I was surprised Ellis never got frustrated or upset with my reactions to his culinary skills, or lack thereof. At least, he was noticeably getting better with consistency."Okay, what do you think of the filet mignon?" he asked as I carved another tender, juicy slice off the cut of meat. "Well, this is definitely the best meal yet," I admitted. I popped the meat in my mouth and let the juices seep out, over my tongue. It wasn't the best filet I'd ever had, but I was able to appreciate it for what it was. "You didn't buy this and repackage it?" I asked playfully.He seemed slightly offended. "I'm just teasing," I assured him.
"Excuse me?" Ellis growled. He grabbed my arm and gently tugged me from the door. The woman laughed, pulling our attention back. She was tall, slim, and had legs that went on for miles. She had the aesthetics of a supermodel, even though she was clearly closer to Ellis' age than I was. "Of course, you know who I am," she said. "How couldn't you remember, dear?"Dear?! What was going on here? Who was she?Her insistence bothered me and I looked at Ellis, expecting him to jump in with an explanation any time soon. He just shook his head, his hand still firmly around my elbow. "Look, I don't know who you are. Now, will you please get off my property," Ellis demanded, glaring at the woman. I looked back and forth between them. Either he really didn't know who she was or he was desperate to cover up their past. "Now you're just playing hard to get," the woman spat. "It wasn't THAT long ago when we met up so I could see our son on holiday...." She beamed with a smile and batted her eyel
Waves pounded over my head as I dove deeper into the sea. I surfaced and looked around for that purple silk. "Olivia!" I shouted, my voice hardly making a sound over the waves. Taking a deep breath, I dove back under. My fingers caught on something stringy and loose. Hair. I opened my eyes under the water and saw Olivia suspended there. Wrapping my arms around her, I hauled her above the surface. "Come on, breathe!" I demanded, shaking her as I treaded water. Her head flopped to the side; eyes closed. She was unconscious. "Hang on, princess," I muttered. "I'm here."I kicked my legs out, propelling both of us to the shore. My back hit the sand, and I dragged Olivia from the water. I laid her flat on the sand and patted her cheek. She was so pale, her lips discolored. How long had she been under the water?"Come on," I urged, patting her cheek harder. I started CPR, pressing the heels of my hands hard into her chest. One, two, three, four, I pressed and pressed into her. "Come o
"Olivia," Ellis called my name. "I'm here," I assured him. I placed another cool cloth on his forehead. He mumbled something incoherent and tossed and turned in his delirium. I'd been watching over him all night, but his condition hadn't changed."Olivia," he called again. He lifted his hand like he wanted to reach for me. "Ellis," I replied. I grabbed his hand and squeezed. "I'm not leaving you."Just as the sun was rising over the ocean, bathing the room in bright, golden light, Ellis stopped mumbling and calling my name. It was like he finally settled into a peaceful sleep. I pulled the cloth from his head and checked his temperature. His fever was definitely coming down, but he wasn't back to normal yet. As I got a fresh cloth, I heard the doorbell ring. "Who could that be?" I wondered aloud. I put the fresh cloth on Ellis's forehead and I tucked the covers in around him so he was snug and comfortable. I didn't want to leave him, but the doorbell rang again and it didn't see
I swallowed hard, his tone nothing short of being a direct order. I got on my hands and knees, arms still shaking from my intense climax. Ellis got off the bed and searched the floor. He returned with a belt. "Let me see your hands," he ordered clearly and firmly. "Yes Master," I obeyed.I sat back, lifting my arms up obediently. He wrapped the belt around my wrists, securing it in a tight figure eight. Then he looped the strap around the headboard and buckled it in place. I had to support my weight on my knees as my arms were suspended from the leather binding on my wrist. "Much better," Ellis growled. I looked over my shoulder as he removed his clothes. My cheeks burned as he looked at me. He was standing at the end of the bed with a full view of my a*s. I was completely vulnerable and exposed, which was embarrassing and exciting all at the same time. Ellis crawled onto the bed on his knees. I could see his long, hardened shaft jutting straight out from his hips and
When Ellis had first brought me to the beachside estate, things between us had felt strained and awkward. Now, in the car driving back to the city, and reality, the air between us felt lighter. I felt much better about our future.Ellis reached across the seat, taking my hand, and raised his lips to it, kissing the back of it. I blushed and looked at my lap. "You know, while I was sick with the fever, I had the strangest dream," he announced. "Did you?" I asked. I glanced sideways at him and raised an eyebrow. "Yes. I distinctly remember someone promising that if I woke up, they'd be my girlfriend and stop keeping me at a distance," he said confidently."Uh… oh… well, that sounds like an interesting dream," I dismissed, thinking fast. I looked out the car window and slowly pulled my hand from his. Ellis chuckled, brushing my leg quickly before putting both hands back on the steering wheel. I watched out of the corner of my eye, keeping my head angled towards the window.
**Ellis POVI tightened my grip around Carl's fist, narrowing my eyes as he gaped at me. "Close your mouth, you look ridiculous," I snipped. Carl shook his head and pulled away from me. "What are you doing with my girl!?" he snapped. "YOUR girl?" Olivia asked. She stepped up to my side. I grinned, sliding my eyes sideways at her. She had her hands on her hips, glaring at Carl fiercely. "This… is she the reason you cut me off!?" Carl cried, pointing an accusing finger at Olivia. Pushing Carl's hand aside, I stepped between him and Olivia to keep him from pointing at her. "Misrepresenting the Peterson name is why I cut you off. The fact that you did so with Olivia's family was an unfortunate coincidence," I explained smoothly. Carl's hands clenched at his sides, his nostrils flared with each inhale and exhale snorted, and his face was red with rage. "You! My own father! You've stolen what belongs to me!" Carl hissed. I sighed and glanced over my shoulder at O
**Carl POVYeah, go home and wait for my dad to come home and send me halfway around the world. I wasn't about to let that happen!Olivia wouldn't be giving me any money now. She wasn't the only Richardson that I had a history with, though. Bethany would have the same access to that kind of money, but she would be a lot easier to control, as desperate as she was. I hailed a cab and pulled my phone out. Sliding in the back seat, I dialed Bethany's number. "What do you want?" Bethany asked when she answered. That was not the greeting I was hoping for. "Bethany, I've been missing you so much," I greeted, using the most charming tone I possibly could. "You dick! You can't be all over my sister, then call me up. I'm not your side piece and I sure as hell am not your sloppy seconds," Bethany hissed. Hey, she knew the deal when she signed up. When we'd been f*cking around behind Olivia's back all that time, she had no problems with it. Why all of a sudden were her panties