WILLOW
My 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.I weakly point the broken glass at him, as he slowly backs away with a faint smile, with every strength left in my body I slowly backed him to a wall threatening to slit his throat open.Just a minute ago ago he was on me undressing me as I weakly let him do to me as he pleased but now I'm furious and probably that drown the drug a little."what's going on here" my eyes wide in shock, nana Sloane made herself visible with a lady probably in her late thirties I'm probably guessing is the dickhead's fiance as they slowly made their way to us."who are you and why are you trying to kill my fiance" The woman flares up while nana was shock beyond words as she drops her shopping bag and ran towards her son."Caden, are you okay?" she inquired, tilting her head to inspect for wounds. The son of a bastard shot me a wicked smile, and we both sensed his intentions as he gently pushed Nana aside, making his way toward me. A resounding slap echoed in the room."Caden..." Nana gasped, deeply shocked, her eyes widened. I kept my gaze on the cold floor, unable to meet anyone's eyes."Don't 'Caden' me, Mother. This slut wouldn't have attempted to rape me, even though I did't want to do anything with her. I told her I'm already engaged to Cora, but she didn't care and decided she would stab me if I didn't give in to her requests. This is all your fault, what were you thinking when you hired her? So, you hired a rapist?" Nana Sloane couldn't hold her tears any longer. She couldn't believe I could do this again, I've been insulted and surely I'm going to get fired.With all the drama going around I forgot I'm half naked with only my bra and my panties my cheeks glow red in embarrassment as I felt cold air dance with my skin.The so called Cora picked up my clothes with her eyes red in anger and her face grimaced in disgust as she spat at me"Get out of my house you cheap excuse for woman you should be ashamed of hitting on another woman's fiance, next time you harass my husband to be, I'll gladly file a report against you, to be clear now I repeat get the fuck out of my house" she wasn't even letting me change into my clothes, I pick up my clothes with my purse and phone tightly clunged to me.I glared at Caden who again licked his lower lip getting a nice view of my backside, I pray he goes blind.The so called Cora head to the door waiting for me to leave she pulls the door wide open but Nana Sloane swiftly rushed to slam the door closed she eyes me in disgust, maybe to give me her own share of disappointment."Change into your clothes first. You may be selfish and heartless, but I'm not. I can't let you walk out and bring shame to the person who raised you. Go to the kitchen, change, and take the exit. Never show your face at my home again," she said with a tone of disgust and hate. I nodded in agreement. She shouldered past me and went upstairs. Cora followed but shot me one last glare as I headed to the kitchen to change into my clothes.Unaware that tears had streamed down my face throughout, I gently wiped them away one last time, inhaling the last breath of Greenwich Village. This job was the sole reason I cherished this place—the people, the view. Unlike my first job, I loved this one because of Nana, who's truly the best. It's a shame she has a son as foolish as him. I can't help but feel sorry for Cora, his fiance, believing in her playboy, or professionally, a Casanova, over me. I don't blame her; he has her wrapped around his finger, and sadly, Nana too.I take one last look at the place I can't believe I'm getting fired again today from my second job it has to be a record for a newyorker or enter the GUINESS BOOK OF RECORDS, nah who am I kidding I've seen worse maybe today is not just my day.I slowly made my way to the exit unit I heard a loud clap I slowly turned to see the bastard wearing a wicked smile he moved close to, me we were so close I had to hold back a vomit."You aren't afraid of death are you ?" I hissed in addition glared directly at him."Not even in hell. Too bad, you know, we could have been a power couple." He intentionally leaned in, aiming to steal a kiss, but my delicate palm swiftly found its way to his right cheek. I firmly clasped it before I could deliver a resounding slap."You disgust me." I said prancing towards the exit."I understand you're upset, but if it helps, the offer still stands. I'm being generous here; most girls would jump at this opportunity." His statement made my stomach lurch, and the urge to vomit was undeniable."go suck on your own cock you goddamn son of a bastard, a dogs dick has more sperm than yours." I said as I watched his reaction, he was insulted that will make him think twice before talking dirty to me."don't worry we'll meet again maybe that time you would have already change your mind." he grinned trying to hide the fact that he's embarrassed I could see a hint of red flush across his cheek.I twirled to face him, and he greeted me with a seductive grin. Drawing close, we were on the verge of a kiss; our breaths mingled, lips inches apart, curving into lustful smiles."So, it's a yes then..." He grinned in victory. I leaned in, whispered against his ear, and breathed, "Not a chance."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
WILLOW"I get to have you as my bride"The words reverberated in my ears, and my breath hitched. This had to be a nightmare, a twisted dream I couldn't escape. Yet, the strong, piercing scent of Tristan's cologne confirmed it was a horrifying reality. Tristan withdrew from my side, studying my reaction as he locked eyes with me. Shocked beyond words, I refused to display any emotion. I looked away, denying him any clue about my feelings. I wouldn't meet his gaze; I wouldn't let him see my vulnerability. Pretending as if his heavy breath hadn't brushed against my skin, I shifted my focus down to his torso.His warm breath against my skin intensified, nearly undoing me. Slowly, I averted my eyes from his torso, locking onto his gaze. Initially oblivious, Tristan's eyes eventually met mine. Once our eyes connected, it felt sinful to look away from his deep blue eyes, as profound as the sea. I found myself ensnared in a trance, immobile, worries dissipating like mist in a safe haven. Anoth