Kiara’s POV  “He did what?” Anna’s eyes turned into circular globes at my words.  Collecting my face within my palms, I let out a tearless sob. “Yes.”  “Shit, Kiara,” she exclaimed, “That is one plot twist.”  “Tell me about it.”  “Do you believe him though?”  “Frankly, I don’t know. But he seemed much too sincere for me to completely take it as a joke. Like, the man was close to crying at one point. He seemed rather desperate.”  

I was always aware that I was gifted with a great memory. Growing up, I was decently good at academics, and many times, I credited my memory for it. Additionally, I had also been extremely driven and hardworking, which eventually led to me acquiring my scholarship. Leslie had always been jealous of me for it, not because she was an academic or hungry for opportunities, but because she was purely driven by her everlasting grudge against me. It often vexed her how she could destroy everything I ever had but could never take away my education from me. It’s moments such as those that restored my faith, assuring me that there was still a place in this world for people like me.  Relying on my recollecting abilities, I confidently led myself to Marcus’ house. As I entered the street, memories from the night I had first come to his house flooded my brain. Mostly, I only harbored bitt

I gulped as we submerged ourselves in our explosive chemistry. Within moments, I felt the chill in the air fan against my abdomen, as the coat of fabric protecting it was gently peeled away. As he pulled my shirt away from my head, my hair fell on my chest in curls and tangles, prompting him to examine the pattern they created on the canvas of my skin. I watched as his pupils dilated, his brown eyes now darkening at the view. A black lace bra was concealing my breasts, but its compression had only accentuated its appearance, jutting them out. In this position, they appeared fuller than they were, threatening to spill from the padded cups that held them.  Marcus surely knew the feel of them against his palm, but he never had the chance to see them bare. I watched as his eyes now moved to capture mine, and they were brimming with raw desire.  

I sprang apart from him in surprise, widening my eyes. A groan left Marcus as an annoyed knit formed between his eyebrows.  “Are you expecting someone?” I asked.  “Yes.” he mumbled regretfully as he looked down on my naked upper body. Sighing, his guilty eyes met mine.  “Shit.” I said, my eyes flying to my shredded bra and the shirt that lay crumpled beside it. “What do we do?”  “Go to my bedroom and get dressed.” he said, “I’ll get the door.” Nodding, I quickly got up to my feet to grab my shirt. Hurriedly, I headed to his bedroom and clutched the fabric to my

A thunderous look crossed Marcus’ face as he witnessed the scene unfolding before his eyes. The air around us had come to a haunting silence, my racing pulse being the only sound I could hear. The tension in the room was palpable and his menacing eyes found mine. It was only then that I realized that my entire body was shaking with fear, prepared to brace for the impact that never struck me. Instead, his sudden arrival was what took me aback.    The murderous glare he was harboring for Benson spoke of a silent promise that only I seemed to comprehend. There was no bounds to his anger, and like a lion, he would not rest until he went for his prey. Right now, that was Benson, and he had little chance at escaping his doom. In front of me, Benson stood rooted in his place, surprised to find Marcus in my room. Seeming to have regained his sense, he pulled the belt away from me and let it fall