Mia is herePamela's p.o.vI returned to my desk after I had taken the files and Charles didn't suspect a thing. This torture was almost over.After work ended, Charles informed me of all he knew about Liam's murder which wasn't much because according to him, the people who dropped the box in front of my apartment had not been identified but he had people scope the entire building and found no threats.I made the decision to go back to my apartment and I told Charles about it on our way home. He tensed once I mentioned it but he covered it up with a smile.I had to leave so I could easily go to Royal's apartment and give him the designs which I would transfer to a flash drive then get rid of all evidence from my phone.I was also uncomfortable being around Charles all day while I was about to do something so terrible to him and I hoped a little distance would make me stop thinking about confessing everything to him."Sure, the driver will take you," He said. I smiled at him and stretc

Pamela's p.o.vI didn't know how I always ended up with psychopaths. Were they really my type or I just had bad taste?It felt like hours had passed before Royal walked back into the room with a tray of food in hand."You're still up, good" He said as he placed the food on the table. He was in sweatpants and a hoodie, fully clothed as he should be."What did you expect? That I'd be passed out like sleeping beauty, you've caged me like a fucking prisoner!" I yelled, pulling against the cuffs."I've been gone an hour, Pamela," He said. Well, it felt like more."Relax, I'm taking them off now" He announced as he approached me."Do not tell me to "relax", Royal you can't just pin me down like this!" I yelled and he smirked."I didn't ask you to invade my thoughts, body and soul but you did anyways so I'd say we're getting even although I know we never will because you love that asshole" He said and I scrunched my face."Charles is not the asshole, he might as well be the only sane man I k

Pamela's P.O.VDid I just kill Royal?Okay I was being dramatic, I didn't even hit him that hard. Maybe I did but he would survive. He had to, I wouldn't get away with killing Royal Markinson. I checked for a pulse to be sure I hadn't just ended Royal's life before I got off him and quickly dressed up. I tried to ignore my shaky hands and racing heart as I gathered my belongings then grabbed the house keys then I searched for my phone and found it in the bedside drawer. I took the last glance at Royal's pretty face before I ran out of the house and ubered to my apartment.I couldn't stay there though, not when this place belonged to Royal so I began to pack all of my belongings to say goodbye to this place for now.I examined myself in the mirror and touched up my hair and makeup so I wasn't showing up at Charles' apartment looking like a fucking lunatic before I left.When I got to Charles' house, I was let through because his workers knew me well and they informed him of my arrival

Pamela's p.o.vThe following day, Charles gave me his credit card and took me shopping."Let's see it then, baby" I heard Charles' voice from inside the dressing room and I rolled my eyes as I walked out in a short black gown.We'd been or rather I'd been trying out clothes for the past twenty minutes and I hadn't found one that I liked."What do you think?" I asked, giving him a full spin. He was sitting on one of the lounge chairs and sipping his martini.Charles sat up from his position on the chair and took off his black shades, he looked so sexy in them I wanted to pull him in the dressing room."You look sexy" He said as he rose to his feet and walked up to me then tilted my jaw up whilst his dark eyes lingered on my cleavages.I shut my eyes as he caressed my cheek with the side of his hand then trailed his hand down through my neck to stop right above my cleavages.I gasped and grabbed his hand gently. "Stop! We're in public" I scolded. The sales lady was literally standing a

Charles' p.o.v"It is so beautiful" Pamela said as she looked around slowly, taking in the room.The room had a bar, a strip pole, a chaise lounge, and some paintings which I requested."Is this like your own room or something?" Pamela asked as I walked to the bar. The excitement was evident in her voice."Kind of" I said."Cool" She said and I smirked. I liked that she was impressed.I sipped my martini and watched as she walked to the pole gripped it, running her hand up and down. I imagined that it was my cock and I got even more swollen."What are you doing?" I asked huskily as I leaned against the bar and Pamela looked at me. Her cheeks reddened under my gaze and she looked away."I didn't know there were strippers here," She said.Like I said, it was a huge club. You'd have to request their services if you wanted them."There are," I said and she nodded."So you have had girls in here?" She asked."I wouldn't have requested a room otherwise" I said and she frowned.I chuckled. S