..."We're here," he said and parked the car. He opened the door and stepped out. He unlocked mine, yanked off my seat belt and hauled me out.I didn't fight him even as he dragged me in. He stopped in front of his door, unlocked it with his key card and pushed me inside. Asshole. I could have landed on my knees if I didn't have some stamina, and then my child could have been hurt. God knows I almost lashed out before I breathed, trying to keep my anger at bay. I studied the interior of the simple but massive house, my eyes looking for another exit way since he'd already locked the one we came in with. He took just one step closer to me. I didn't cower as I kept eye contact to know what he was thinking of doing. Would he tell me to strip naked or dance around the whole building, nude? Is that the kind of sick fetish he had? I couldn't put that beneath him. However, he surprised me, entirely. "It's been a long day. I'll show you the way to your room," he said and told me to follo

...Spike.He watched her slip away again right before his eyes. He was egregious and disappointed by her sly yet innocent way of making a fool out of him. When would he ever learn his lessons? He was partially, No fully at fault too.If he hadn't been stupid enough to build his house in a deserted place, he could have easily hailed a cab and had her followed. He scratched his hair frustratingly, pummelling his fists on the brick wall. He stopped at seeing his knuckles bleed. He was most especially furious with himself."Shit that bitch can't stop being amazing. I'll fucking catch her again and trust me... When I do, she'll regret running away from me." He said as some sort of console mantra to calm himself and put himself in order.He went to the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of rum and a glass of ice. He sat down and poured the drink into the glass, swirling it with his fingers before bringing it to his lips. He took a large gulp and went for his phone, dialling Cassino's nu

...Spike.After he'd tracked down the location of his car, he wasted no time in driving to the place. He scoffed. "Switzerland Hotel. Wow! The bitch really got the guts to lounge in a Hotel after running away with my car. After making me stay up all night thinking. Just wait till I get my hands on you." He mumbled to himself, parking his car in the parking lot. He switched off the engine and highlighted it. He gazed at the duplex hotel standing before him before walking inside.All roads led him here. She has to be here."You're welcome to our hotel. Are you searching for someone, sir?" Alison asked politely.Spike gave her a long stare raking his hands through his short hair before he answered. "Yes. There's a black Range Rover parked outside of this hotel building. The number plate is RR61 SVR. I'm looking for the lady that drove in with it," he said in haste. His eyes were gazing through the hotel doors as he longed to see her."Oh, no! I'm sorry to say this but the lady left ea

... I loved being in light shoes or sandals since I had a child to back. High heels were never my thing. I tried making up an excuse as I saw the look on his face but he needed none. He handed Miguel back to me as he entered the store without another word.He went to the dummy and picked out all the lady clothing he came across, shoving it in the shopping cart as he went to the next store. He selected the latest brands of female undies and different designs of high heels and shoved them on the cart. I walked up to him, stopping as I lowered down and brought most of the heels out. It wasn't like I needed any of it."What's ya doing?" He asked."Nothing," I said softly. "They aren't my size." I lied."Alright, then... So go pick your size, lady," He said, authoritatively. I nodded, not wanting to drag it on with him as I did as he said, selecting only but a few. "This will do," I said, shoving them inside the cart and waiting for his instruction.He said nothing else, satisfied wit

...ZUIDERKERK.We arrived not less than an hour later, climbing out of the car and walking majestically into the big Zuiderkerk Catholic church. Since it wasn't mass hours the building was almost empty if not for the photographist sitting in one of the pews. The church wasn't beautified with flowers or ribbons of any sort. I shouldn't have had high thoughts about it since I knew it all wasn't real but I still did.How would it feel to have a real husband? I already have a lovely, bouncing baby boy. Only a man was remaining. I couldn't help but let my mind travel. I waved it off, staring at the altar which was filled up with lit candles at every corner. A large gateau cake and an expensive wine completed the façade.My footsteps echoed on the hard concrete floor as I walked towards the altar, Lorenzo keeping up with me.His buddies after exchanging pleasantries with the photographer took a seat at one of the pews. Lincoln settled the tiny baby in between his legs as he held his peti