"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
"Hey, you okay?" Ezra asked while I was leaning on the railings of the yacht, watching the sea waves. It had been two days since Clayton set me free and Ezra and I were now on the way back to Ecstasy Land. I was supposed to be happy knowing that Clayton already let me go, but my conscience was hunting me for everything that he admitted. He hurt me; I hurt him. We were not good to each other and maybe that was a good enough reason to actually end our marriage. Though, we were not divorced yet. The divorce papers were still in process and I was actually nervous that he might cancel our agreement or something. My God, I was thinking about lots of things, feeling like my head was gonna explode sooner or later. "Snow, hey." I flinched when a hand tapped my shoulder. I looked at Ezra and smiled. "Sorry, what did you say?" I asked. He gasped. "What's wrong, my lady? Still worried Clayton is gonna cancel your divorce agreements?" I slightly nodded. I didn't tell Ezra the part where Clay
My lips parted but he quickly sealed it with an oft, warm kiss. He gently bit my lower lip making me moan a little as I tiptoed to even deepen our passionate lips together. He carefully pushed me until my back felt the cold tiles then his kisses went down to my jaw, to my neck, down to my chest. I looked up, when he suck my shoulder, leaving a tattoo of love embroidered on my skin. I gripped his hair when he started eating my womanhood as he kneeled. I looked up with my lips parted and squeezed my eyes close in the enthusiasm and pleasure I was feeling on his warm tongue and soft lips. I bit my lower lip suppressing a loud moan as his quirky tongue felt so good that I could feel my femininity soaking in wetness. "Ah! Hmm... Ezra! Oh!" I gripped his hair tighter as he continued thrusting his tongue faster inside me. "Oh fuck! Oh! Uhm! Ah!" My body curled as the lightning of pleasure travelled through my nerves. My knees trembled, feeling my orgasm was about to arrive. "Oh! Ah! Shit!