"What are we gonna play?" I asked Ezra put the bottle on the side table. "A fun game called Never Have I Ever." A smile escapades my lips. "I know that game." "You played that before?" "No. I just heard about it from a friend." I sat properly, leaning my back on the headboard while I was facing him. "Great. Shall we start?" He sounded excited. "We shall." He put alcohol on the shot glass with a smirk on his face. "Go on; you start." I looked up, thinking about something interesting. "Never have I ever drunk-dialled my ex." He laughed. "You know I don't have an ex, only flings." "Ex-flings!" I clarified. Ez just sighed and drank the alcohol. My brows crossed. "You drunk-dialled an ex-fling?" "Yes, but it's nothing important. I remember I called her because she stole something from me. That's all." "What did she steal?" I raised my right brow. He teasingly smirked. "Jealous?" "I'm just asking." I threw a pillow on his face. He laughed. "She stole my yacht so I had to get
"Ah! Snow!" "Uhm..." I gripped the bedsheet as Ezra thrust deep and fast inside me while his head was on my shoulder, burying his face in my neck, moaning in the sweet, nice morning. I hugged my legs around his waist as he goes deeper inside me. "Ah, Ezra! Hmm..." I gripped my hand on his hair as my back curled in the spasm of pleasure. "Oh shit Ezra! Fuck! Don't stop! Yeah! Like that! Ah!" I gripped tighter on his hair as my orgasm exploded. Oh God, the electricity on my body travelled like a good freaking cloud nine. "Ah!" I was still out of breath as he continued savouring my inside. His big, hard cock filled every corner of my femininity. "Ah!" He made one last thrust before pulling his manhood out. He removed the condom and threw it in the trash, then quickly he went back on top of me. "What a lovely morning," he whispered and gave me a short kiss... I chuckled. "Indeed." He laughed and kissed me on my nose before he lay beside me. I moved closer as I wrapped my arm aroun
"Clayton..." I paused, taking all the courage I have. "I'm okay. You can stop bothering me now," I said with my trembling hand, holding the phone in my ear. "What the fuck, Snow?!" His voice could break a glass. "I'm never coming back to you, Clayton. I'm filing a---" "Don't you dare!" "Or what? You're gonna kill me?!" "Stop fucking around! Come back here or I'll come search for you! You're never gonna---" "Fuck you!" I shouted before ending the call. I threw my phone on the bed and I flinched when I saw Ezra just standing beside me. He smiled. "That's my lady." I chuckled as I rolled my eyes. "I don't wanna be manipulated by him ever again." "We will not let that happen." He hugged me and kissed my forehead while I closed my eyes, cause deep inside, I felt my fragile heart getting scared after saying those words to Clay. For the next few days, we spent our time mostly in his cabin. As we got to know each other more, the more I was clinging to him and the more I was getting s
Ezra's POV "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" My mind was going insane as I looked around the hotel. I couldn't find Snow. I couldn't even contact her phone! Goddamnit! I was roaming around, panicking, checking every corner of the fucking hotel. I even checked the restrooms but she wasn't really there. I asked the management to let me see the CCTV footage of this day. We have been looking at the screen for every minute that I was gone in the hotel. I stroked my hair as I clenched my jaw. No, Snow wouldn't leave me. She would never ghost me, not again. "Fuck! That's her! That's Snow!" I pointed at the screen as I stared at the elevator footage carefully. He was with a man! Fuck shit! "They leave the hotel three hours from now, mister," The security informed me. "Fuck!" I almost punched the wall but ended up punching in the air. The annoyance and anger inside me were lingering. I went back to my hotel room and dialled the number of my private investigator. "Good day---" "Mister Irving, can
I lost count of how many days I have been caged in the master's bedroom. Most times, Clayton would leave me with the door locked so I couldn't go out. He would bring me food so I wouldn't need to even go down to the dining area. I guessed it have been weeks or so but thankfully I didn't lose my communication with Ezra as Sasha, my maid and Quinn were helping us. I managed to survive living in the four corners of the room because at least I could still hear Ezra's voice with the burner phone Quinn gave to me last time. On the other hand, Clayton never hit me again. He just became stricter, gets easily angry, and always shouting. He would scream at me from time to time, threaten me, and push me 'till my body drops to the floor. I accepted all of it, cause part of me felt like I deserved it. I cheated on him and even though I'm not in love with him, cheating will always be a sin. I was sorry, but I was still begging him to set me free. He wouldn't listen; he would just walk out before h
I swallowed deeply as the silence almost killed me. Clayton didn't talk for a minute. It was as if we were both drowning in silence until he wrapped his arms around my waist and he rested his face on my shoulder. I froze with my lips parted. I couldn't move like I have been caged in an iceberg. "It hurts, Snow," he whispered. "Every minute of the day you never failed to make me feel how you just married for my money and four families. It's hurting me, Snow. Knowing that I'm nothing to you but just a piece of ba ank that your parents need to survive... Then you cheated on me... Do you know how painful it is to try and still be not enough?" I looked up, calming my burning eyes. "Clayton..." I held his arms, trying to loosen his hug but he just gripped his arms tighter on my body. I sighed. "Clayton, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry but you know in the first place that... that's the only real reason. I did make it clear to you yet you still forced me to tie not with you." "Because I hop
I was roaming around the four corners of the room. My mind wouldn't stop overthinking things and imagining scenarios. Fuck! I stopped when the opened, revealing Clayton. My lips parted as I saw the burner phone in his hand. I walked toward him and slapped his chest so hard, continuously, but seems like I wasn't even hurting him. My hands were the ones that felt tired of punching and slapping his stoned chest. "What did you do o him?!" He clenched his jaw as he threw the phone on the floor and stepped on it repeatedly. "No! Fuck! No!" I kneeled, trying to save the phone but he didn't let go of t until it was totally broken. My tears started falling as I felt like my chest was being choked with pointed bones. I stood and faced him. He was looking bored. I never wanted him to see me crying but I just couldn't stop it. "Your lover didn't reach my expectation, to be honest," he said with a flat face. "What did you do to him?!" He shrugged. "I don't know. What do you think?" "What
I quickly lay on the bed and covered my body with the comforter. I hugged myself tighter, preparing myself if ever Clayton would hurt me again. I didn't understand why he wanted me to stay for the last time this night. I just agreed because it was only my chance and I grabbed it. Maybe he'd hurt me, scream at me, or make me suffer. Do whatever he wants but I'm gonna get out of here by tomorrow. Clayton stood in front of the whole body mirror as he loosened his necktie. He threw it on the laundry basket before he removed his black polo. I looked away. His broad body intimidated me. I felt like he could break my body into pieces with his big hands and masculine body built. "Why is everyone in this house afraid of me?" He chuckled sarcastically before he wore a grey t-shirt and changed his pants into shorts. "Does my facial features intimidate you?" He said while looking at himself in the mirror. I gulped and hugged myself tighter. I still wasn't confident that he wasn't gonna hurt