I peeked by my side when a man suddenly threw up on the trash can beside me. The awful stench and noise were evident, and I couldn't help but back away while holding the bride off my nose, acting as if I was scratching it when I was not. When he was done, he gradually looked up then our eyes locked for a minute. He roamed his eyes down to my body then he sniggered. "Well, what a fine lady you are-" before he could wrap up his commendation towards me, someone blocked him. I heard his voice protesting, but Ethan kicked him from behind then he fell off the trash can, his face landing on his puke. I winced, feeling disgusted for him. Ethan wrapped his arms around my waist and guided me away from the man. "Here," he told me, offering the juice because I said I was thirsty earlier. I accepted it, then said my gratitudes. He watched me drink the juice while I felt his hand tautening around my waist. I looked at him and saw him looking around the zo

I  swept the dust particles on the floor, ensuring that not even a single dirt would leave. I kneeled, peeking below the couch, looking for any object that was left behind. I grinned when I noticed the floor was spotless. It seems like my work here is done. I was about to go up when I felt a strong pair of hands wrapped around my waist, and something was poking at my butt hole. I gasped, unable to control my breath, then glanced behind me, only to see Ethan sniggering devilishly. He wiggled his eyebrows. "It's too early, wife. We can continue later on our bed-" I slapped his hands away, making him grunt in pain. He bit on his knuckles when I stood up. My eyes are shooting daggers. If looks could kill, he would be dead now on his spot. Well, not that I want that to happen. It's just that he had me all night. Isn't that enough to fulfill him? God, even the thing between my thighs wanted to get rid of me. "Aw! What was

Someone knocked on the door while I was occupied folding Ethan's garments. I looked at Ethan, who turned off the television and then went to the door to unlock it. I look sideways to his spot, surveying who will be our visitor for today. "Hello, Ajax!" I froze on my spot when I heard that familiar high-pitched tone. I stopped what I was doing then stood up, over-looking where their area. I crossed the distance from the door to see Criselda holding a container in her palm, motioning it to Ethan to take it. I was about to chime in when I abruptly stopped in my tracks, holding on for something to see. "We were concerned because you haven't gotten out of the room for almost a week now. So, I'm here to bring something for you to eat for lunch." she gave him her sweetest smile. Her nose wrinkled, her eyes blazed so dazzlingly, and her shoulders were shaking narrowly in an appealing way. I anticipated for E

"What are the cops doing here?" Criselda asked in incredulity beside me, wanting to find an answer. I shrugged my shoulder as we took a step close to the setting. My heartbeat was thumping clamorously, and my palms became sweaty. Some of the officers were leaning on the divider. Their hands are on over their pockets while glancing their authoritative eyes on the whole apartment.I suddenly grabbed Criselda's arms, making her look my way. Her brows creased, almost doing a straight line."What's wrong?" I heard her ask, but my body froze in fear when I noticed the officers' familiarity before us."Good day, gentlemen. It's a surprise to see you around here. Please, state your concern." the Landlord said calmly, but I could discern the apprehension in her voice.I trailed behind Criselda, making sure none of the cops would look our way. Many people were chirping into the scene. Curiosity is killing them. I heard whispers and complaints about why there are a lot of cops here."Do not worr

I was lost in my own introspections. I feel like a pall floating into the atmosphere, unhurriedly pacing. I took my time to move ahead, but it was deliberate and steady. Even the turtle can run faster than me. I closed my eyes, letting out a tremendous sigh. I don't know how many hours we have been here. It's suffocating. Even if I wanted to get out, we couldn't."Let's get out of this place."I peeked down behind me, watching him gather his pieces of equipment. I felt a fur on my lap, so I glanced at Bobby, wiggling his tail at me, curious to know what was going on. I couldn't let out a smile as something knife-liked plugged through my heart, weighing down my sentiments. I feel something thwarting my throat, so I have tribulation in breathing. Whatever I do to get these train of thoughts out of my brain, it keeps coming back."Natasha? What are you still doing there? You know we can't stay here anymore." his baritone-voiced echoed throughout the room. Bobby barked, then ran up to him