- KILLIAN - This snooping around, I don't like it. I sigh and close the book I'm reading. I'm on the last page yet I put a book mark. My head dart to the side to look at the lady sleeping peacefully at my side. She's being touchy. On a normal day, I wouldn't get judgy about it as every important file about myself is locked safely in my home office but she'd be in my home often. Sometimes on her own and what happens if she chooses to wander around? Explore what shouldn't be touched? I raise my hand up and stretch it over her body. I want to touch her. Check her temperature and maybe give her a water bath but I don't want to wake her. I put my hand down. My home office is always locked but I've caught her there before. Luckily, it was dark. I give too many fucks about this girl to let her know me yet. One thing for sure is, if she does, she'd have to sign a non-disclosure agreement like Kate did. And if she ever utters a word about this to anyone, and I mean anyone, my fist
- KILLIAN - It’s been a week, I couldn’t get access to the video but life goes on. I run a finger down the shelf, looking for the perfect toy. I’m in an adult boutique, one I love going to. Just last night, the thought came to me; how well does Hazel know her body? How well does she know the depths of which her orgasm can take her? She needs to know and I want to reveal it to her. Then the brilliant idea to drop by here came to mind. I’m not ashamed of loving every single thing about pleasure both self gratification and sexual acts. I live for the thrill of it. And I want her to watch me watch her unlock certain levels and kinks she never thought she had. I look at my basket then back at the shelf. I know every single detail of her marvellous pussy and I know the right size to buy. A smirk forms on my face. She’ll be in for a crazy pleasure ride by the time I am done with her. I plan to reconstruct my pleasure room. I’m a sadist, you didn’t think I don’t have a tortu
- ASAMI - The idiot trusts me. I chuckle under my breath, enjoying a glass of wine in my designated private office in the university. It’s surreal how she does but who wouldn’t? I have my ways with breaking people’s wall, but she eased up to me so easily. I take another sip. Poor, poor Hazel actually thinks I like her. My eyes dulls as I stare into empty space. Flash warning, I don’t. Killian’s old woman is watching my every movement like a hawk, yes, I can’t hurt the girl but I can get into her mind. And it won’t be long till those mind games turn into something more. After all, she wants to have ‘lunch’ sometime. She’s dumb, that’s for sure, but she’s just nineteen. I roll my eyes. A very gullible and aggravating nineteen year old. I sigh. Hazel has no idea I know who she’s with. Although I’m acting out based on my own personal feelings, which is amateurish and inappropriate, I will break them. Killian’s engaged. To her best friend in fact and that
- HAZEL - I’m on my period. For goodness’s sakes! Of all the times it could come, it chose now? To-freaking-day?! Really?!! I mean, now I understand why I was overly horny the past week but this just sucks. I can’t have sex. I’ve never had the biggest bummer in my life. ‘I’m outside.’ I text Killian. ‘Coming in a bit. I think it’s high time I gave you a key.’ My heart stops for a second as I read his text . He wants to give me a key to his home? Does this mean complete access to him? Is this a sign that this thing we have between us is productive? I’ve never been happier! I clear my throat. I’m not sure I want to show him my excitement, after all, it could just be in my head. Sighting a huge, sexy, masculine form approach me from outside the gates of this mansion makes my heart stop for a second. Killian is beautiful. Every pose, every smile, every movement, every single walk he takes and things he does makes it even more obvious. He’s beautiful in every angle.
- KILLIAN - A yawn slips out my mouth as I head to my room. I’m exhausted. The moment I get close to the door, an awareness kicks in making me halt. My door is slightly ajar. Someone’s invaded my privacy. I dip my hand behind my back slowly, dipping it inside my black sweatpants to get a hold of my gun in the strap. One can never be too over prepared. I’d very much love to be over prepared than under prepared. Worst case scenario, whoever is in there is just a random thief who thought he or she could make a bank by robbing me. If that’s the case, one way or the other, I’ve got to get the image of me with a gun out of the person’s mind in whatever way possible. I cock my gun and push my door open, pointing my gun out in front of my face immediately. The person that prodded my room closes a book and turns to look at me. “Do you always carry a gun around? I wonder how she doesn’t see it. She’s always touching you.” Asami’s voice immediately makes my mood sour.
- Hazel - It's our anniversary today. Tristan and I are finally celebrating being one year together and he told me he has everything planned. All I need to do is meet him at the hotel. One of the best in the city. It's hard getting a reservation there. One has to apply and wait for months before a space is available. I blushed, walking out of the flower shop with a bouquet. I dipped my head in it and inhaled. The floral scent mix makes me feel even better. That shows how much he cherishes us. I'm still hyped about the whole thing and can't wait to tell Kate about it. I'm sure my phone will be buzzing with messages before I arrive at the hotel. Kate is my childhood friend and best friend. We planned to attend the same campus and follow the list we wrote as kids of how we want our lives planned till I met Tristan. That didn't change anything between us, but we're far apart in different states because now, Tristan and I are in the same university. Bad choice, I know, but how could I
- HAZEL -I got out of my bathroom in a short pink robe and newly styled hair. I did it myself. I obviously spent more time fixing my hair than washing my body and I won't be surprised if I'm late. My eyes scanned my room decorated with scented candles, I can feel the love already. Laying comfortably on my bed is an opened box of clothes, accessories and heels he wants me to wear. Tristan left it with a note. Put this on for me tonight. I'll pick you at nine. - Love Tristan. Just rereading that sent butterflies to my stomach. What's not to love about him? Who wouldn't want to be me at this moment? Just beside the gift box, is my phone. I sat on my bed, grabbing my phone. As expected, it's swarmed with messages and missed calls from Kate. I haven't even left yet and it's ten minutes to nine. I won't rush. It's not lady-like to do so. I'll make him wait. After all, men crave a little bit of delay from their love interest, right? I picked up the jewelry box and walked to my queen s
- KILLIAN -I was going through some folders on my desk when I my phone screen beamed with a notification. My phone is on silent but that dim glow caught my attention and I picked it up while pinching the bridge of my nose. I got a text from an unknown number. A client maybe. Or the vice chancellor. I unlocked my phone and tapped the notification. The person texted me 'hi'. I don't know if whoever it is doesn't know how laughable this is. Getting a text from an unknown number is one thing, no introduction after that text is another. I've been busy sorting out files tirelessly all day, so maybe this could be a good distraction. I responded. Personally, I'm not interested in the least, but I want to know if someone needs to get some work done and why this person was dumb enough to text with his or her actual line. I held my phone in my hand and exhaled, staring at the screen. 'We met at the grill. One of Resa's friends.'I read. That piqued my interest. It's normal for women to fa