"Your name... it used to be Marie Quinn, didn't it?" Evelyn utters, her voice a chilling whisper that pierces through the air like a knife.Time stands still as her revelation sinks in, the words hanging in the air. The blood in my veins runs cold, icy tendrils of fear snaking their way through my body.How did she know that!?She sees my reaction, and a sinister smile appears on her lips as she continues to glare at me. I swallow, doing my best to calm my racing heart. "How did you know that?" I ask, my voice clipped."Remember Zachary Donovan? That bastard was my husband. You were the whore he kept." She states, and my heart skips multiple beats. Although I'm terrified, I do my best not to allow it to seep to the surface. Steeling my expression, I cock my head to the side, pretending to be lost in thought but every nerve in my body is on high alert."Oh, that guy. He talked about you a lot while having sex with me," I say."What I also know is that you killed him," she throws at me,

Sitting in my office, hands on my chin, I can't stop my thoughts from wandering. The last two days have been hell. Somehow, Jessica has gone from coming out of her shell to completely closing herself off, and I don't know what's wrong. I've tried asking, but it doesn't seem to get anywhere with her."Not like she would tell me anyway," I mutter to myself, a mirthless laugh escaping my lips. I can't help but think about the night before. Emma coming to wake me up, tears streaming down her face as she relays the news to me."Jessie is screaming," she cries, pointing up the stairs. "I've tried to wake her up, but she's not budging. I don't know what else to do!"The panic surging through me as I rush up the stairs, despite my calm expression. I find her twisting on the bed, eyes closed, body sweating, and tears streaming out of her eyes. She is in agony. I try to wake her up, but every time I touch her, she won't stop muttering, her body wound tight."Please," she whispers, her voice lade

The contract is drafted and signed, and I begin to work as Zachary Donovan's escort. It isn't bad at first; all I need to do is follow him to a couple of private parties and act as his private dancer for the night. But soon, it begins to get worse. Somehow, I go from being an exclusive dancer to being his mistress, a position I loathe with all of my being but can barely do anything about because of the money it offers. If only he had kept it at that.One day, I follow him to one of his private parties and meet a couple of men there, with me being the only lady in the room. The sinister looks on their faces tell me I'll be doing something more than just dancing, and when I turn to Zachary, he confirms it."I'll be sharing you with all these men tonight,"he declares, his voice devoid of remorse, his face an emotionless mask."I can't do this; it isn't in the contract," I try to refuse, but he grips me by my arms, squeezing them tight. Fear crawls up my spine at the act. Leaning closer t

It's morning already, and after getting dressed for work, I notice Jessica stirring awake. Pausing slightly, I glance at her before walking towards her, watching as she rubs the sleep away from her eyes. She sees me and stills, a soft smile gracing her lips."Good morning," she whispers, curling into herself."Good morning to you too. How are you feeling?" I ask, and she shrugs."Listless," she mutters, and I let out a small chuckle."Always admired your honesty," I say, adjusting my glasses. She shrugs, running a hand through her hair."I have nothing to hide... Anymore," she adds the last bit rather quietly, a blush staining her cheeks. "Already dressed for work?""Yeah.""I should probably get out of here," she mumbles to herself before stepping out of the bed, picking up the blanket, and folding it carefully. "Should I keep this here?" She asks once she's done, glancing at me."If you want to," I tell her, gesturing to the entire room. She purses her lips before placing it on the

One hand wraps around my waist, and he presses me against his rock-hard body, crashing his lips onto mine. A gasp escapes my lips as I eagerly kiss him back, craving more intimate contact. It's intense, unlike any kisses I've experienced before, causing my brain to melt and my insides to scorch, my desire pooling between my legs. I hold onto his neck, digging my fingers into his skin, kissing him passionately.Our bodies pressed tightly together, Devon carries me to the bed while keeping our lips locked. I moan as his fingers brush past my breasts, already hard and sensitive. He senses my pleasure and cups his hands around them, sending waves of pleasure through me. He runs his fingers under my breasts, feeling them through the fabric, and I moan, arching my back against his touch, wanting more.A deep groan escapes his lips, his body glistening with sweat. He begins to pull up the straps of my nightgown, but I take over, pulling it down to my waist and climbing on top of him. This sur