WILLOW
The moment I stepped outside, it started raining, transforming from drizzles to a full-blown storm. Hastily seeking refuge in a nearby subway, I checked my phone and noticed it was 09:45 am. Unbelievably, I had just been fired, but my second job started at 10:00 am. I normally snuck out the cafe to meet up, at least I didn't have to do that anymore.I can find another job, and besides, I never liked that cafe. Waiting for the storm to ease a bit, I braved the cold atmosphere and made my way to my second job.Arriving at Greenwich Village East, I was struck by the peace and quiet, with a variety of houses dotting the landscape, each resident minding their own business.There's a positive vibe here, a sense of being home. It struck me as an ideal place for Dad to find a positive mindset, perhaps even quit his drinking habit and prioritize his health. Last year, I made a decent amount of money thanks to tourists in the City. Volunteering for tours proved successful, even though most guys seemed more interested in staring at me than the actual tour. Nonetheless, I earned enough to clear Dad's debts and with a bit more, I could become one of the first adolescents to buy a house in Greenwich Village – maybe something simple like a cottage.I got to a hill where a huge mansion was built I am the gardener, and by the look of the flowers I was doing a great job for Nana Sloane, that's the name of the old lady I garden for.Her son owns the house so I've heard but I've never seen him, and she always talks about his success.Anyways, I knocked on the door and pressed the bell, incase Nana doesn't hear me again.The door swung open, revealing a robust gentleman in his robes. He shot me a grin, and his gaze lingered on my chest as he licked his lower lip, unapologetically bold."Uh, I'm the gardener," I mumbled shyly, a bit self-conscious under his persistent gaze.Is my outfit really that bad?"Come in. Nana isn't here at the moment; she went shopping with my fiance," he said politely, guiding me towards the couch."Shall I get you anything" he gestures as I shook my head in disapproval."Not even a drink? " he still gestures, maybe he's just trying to be nice like Nana. It wouldn't be bad if he got me something to drink."I would like water or maybe orange juice" I said as he heads to the kitchen to get me my drink."There you go, orange juice. " he hands me my glass as I sigh and play with my glass."Why aren't you drinking? " he asked bringing me back to reality."It's just my other job, I got fired and I'm looking for a job now... " I said taking a sip of my juice as he just watches me drink the whole glass and explain what happened this morning."That guy is a jerk who does he think he is if I wasn't engaged I'll probably want to be with you... " he said as those words made me uncomfortable but I just ignore maybe it's just a misunderstanding."I know, and how will I be able to save up now.. " I yawned feeling sleepy as my eyes grew heavy and the unnecessary yawning didn't stop there, I know I've been sleeping late but I've never been this tired."Are you feeling ok? " he asked with a smile,with the glass still in the grasp of my hands."Maybe we can work an arrangement." He said coming close as my head kept aching."Sir you are too close....." He takes the glass away from me and drops it on the table not too far as he pulls me under him and he takes off his robe.He made his way to my top as I tried struggling."My mother always told me you were beautiful but she didn't tell me you were the full package I would have dumped that flat chested bitch a long time ago" he says, I don't have control over my head again any moment from now he will have his way with me."Sir we can't do this I'm not your lover " I yelped weakly trying to struggle but every matter of energy was depleting from me."I'll be gentle, I promise " he smirked as I tried to scream I felt cold air splash against my chest, he finally made his way to my top.WILLOWMy bare torso exposed, his hands traced down my thigh, attempting to remove my jeans. Frustration echoed in my moans, and despite my silent pleas, he seemed unyielding. I closed my eyes, whispering a desperate prayer as the world around me faded into darkness.I was powerless before him, I was his feeble prey and he was my predator, tears slowly slide down my cheeks in despair he was almost done taking it off until my eyes darted back to the empty glass of orange juice I consumed earlier it was arm's length away from us.I felt myself getting weaker and weaker this was my only chance and I'm not going to let it slide easily, gathering every strength left I struggle to grasps for the glass as the idiot chuckles when I successfully grabbed hold of it."what's that princess?" I smashed the glass directly at the floor as it breaks an old trick my Dad taught me when I was 4.Not much of an old trick and shouldn't be taught to a 4 year old in the first place, guess it came out handy.
TRISTAN I arrived at my casino; it wasn't bustling at the moment, but later, strippers and gamblers would dance the night away. Why?Despite my casino earning the title of the wealthiest in New York—a notable achievement—I despise parties; they're not my style, especially when I'm the host. However, Hailey suggested throwing one, and I had to comply because she's my P.A and most importantly she's my sister don't mind the dirty talking I had with her with Jaxon's phone, both her and her boyfriend are fucked in the head.Hailey, perfectly timed, appeared dressed in a seductive red devil dress, strategically holding some files over her chest to conceal her cleavage."Your files, the budget for the party, and a profile on Willow Davis..." At the mention of that, I swiftly raced towards her, swiped the files, and began scanning through the profiles.She scoffed getting my attention but I ignored flicking through the pages."Tristan is in love." She cooed at me like a five year old."You ar
TRISTAN I cleared the files about Willow, removing them from my desk. The smile I had earlier transformed into a frown as I picked up the call."So, how's the casino holding up, Tristan..." I gritted my teeth, struggling to keep from yelling over the phone. If he weren't the senator or my brother, the thought of arranging a reunion with Dad, six feet under, might have crossed my mind."Doing just fine without you ever since you left." I smirked proudly. He swore the casino couldn't run without him, yet here it is, one of the most successful ones in New York."Too bad it could have been bigger with my brains and tactics. That casino would be better than what it is now. I'm not surprised you and Hailey dragged the family's casino into the dust. Dad would be so disappointed," he mocked with a sheepish gag."Typical. I should expect something like this from you, always finding ways to bring people down. Since you have nothing important to discuss, I'll presume to end this conversation.""B
WILLOWI marched into the living room, as expected, finding my dad dressed up but sitting down to adjust his radio. I walked up to him and faced him, but he treated like I wasn't even visible. All he cared about was his damn radio.I snatched the radio away from him, and he looked at me as if I had lost my mind."My radio, please," he finally spoke to me after four long years of pretending he was dumb, fooling me. I felt stupid."Oh, this..." I gestured, moving it closer to him. He shot me a wide smile, and that was it. With all my strength, I smashed it to pieces, throwing it across the room. He stood up, his eyes growing wide in disbelief and shock."Have you gone mad?!" he yelled at the top of his voice, adding petrol to the fire."So, those are your first words to me? Now you talk to me because of a dumb radio? Today, I found out that your disorder never even existed. I was about 16, struggling in high school, and the doctor said you had no signs or symptoms. You were only facing d
TRISTAN The party unfolded well, with numerous renowned proprietors and business owners approaching me. Some indulged in drinks, while others, like the strippers—among them, my sister—graced the dance floor. Hailey engaged in a lap dance with Jaxon, who seemed immersed in his own lascivious thoughts. Meanwhile, a section of the crowd was engrossed in gambling. The festivities took an abrupt turn when a commotion erupted from the gamblers' side.What now?As I drew closer an old man was arguing with some other gamblers."What's the commotion here" I asked trying to sort it out."This maniac strolled up, demanding his money back despite clearly losing the bet," one of them explained amidst a chorus of uproar from the others."Is this true??" I said bringing out my gun and pointing it directly at the back of the bastard's head as he threw his hand up the air in defeat."What's your name?" I asked as he slowly turned to face me and recognized him instantly he's Willow's father I dropped t
TRISTAN Sweet is defeat when you actually win. I grinned at the thought. It only took a drink to get that annoying brat on board, all thanks to her bastard of a father. My grin grew wider; now I have Willow all to myself, and the shock on her face when she learns about it is predictably priceless.I rose from my seat and rang for the casino's bouncer. Three strongly built men swiftly made their way to my office."You called, sir?" the leader came forward."Yes, dispose of him," I gestured, signaling them to take the old man. They grabbed him by his arms, ready to escort him out."Please, I lost my wife to death, and none of my relatives keep contact with me anymore. I just can't lose my daughter," he pleaded. My grin slowly vanished, and my face twisted in disgust as I signaled for another shot of gin, which was promptly delivered. A nod directed the bouncers to wait. I approached the old man, lightly brushing his collar, and collided my head with his, leaving him confused and shaky.
WILLOWWaiting in the subway for an hour, Allison, who volunteered to pick me up, arrived with a bag of chips. We hopped on a train to the other side of town, now rebranded as Good Luck Alley from its former name, Greenwood Alley – a change that intrigued me given its previous reputation."Hey Allison, can I ask you a question?" I inquired."Shoot." she nodded, handing me some chips"Why do they call this place goodluck alley?" I asked she slowly nods her head sideways."You don't wanna know" she says"Oh come on, I wanna know please" I whimpered like a five year old."They call it Good Luck Alley because, well, good luck trying to get out alive," Allison replied, sending a shiver down my spine."And we are walking." I panicked while she snorts laugh like a pig at my discomfort."I'm joking, relax. This place doesn't get worse than it already is by midnight, and it's only nine, so we're safe for now," Allison reassured, the last part delivered with a mischievous attempt to spook me."I
THIRD PERSON POVWillow sat down blindfolded and tied up having no clue of where she was, making use of her other senses she tries to make out where she is."Hello" she yells as loud as she could but only hearing her echos."Hello sweetheart" She gulps at the familiar voice."It can't be," she quivered in her thoughts. Shaky and sweaty, she prayed fervently that her worst nightmare wasn't becoming a harsh reality.Her blindfold slowly unmasked revealing the handsome devil of a man before her, Tristan."How comical" just her luck that she's seeing the handsome devil once again."How comical indeed, miss me? " He winked at her as she Blush a Little forgetting about her unfortunate state."You've got the guts to be comical when you have me hostage. I swear, when my father hears about this," she threatened, but he laughed, dismissing her empty words. He walked up to her, squatting down a little, and smiled as he looked right into her eyes—something he couldn't help but find captivating, as