I wake up the following morning filled with confusion when I search for my water bottle on my bedside table and I'm unable to locate neither the water bottle nor table itself which is usually on the right side of my bed.With a huff, I grab my phone from beneath my pillow to check for the time. On seeing it's just 4:01 a.m., I turn on my flashlight to figure out what's going on. The first odd thing I see is the white wall paints on the wall, that's when the events of yesterday come rushing back in like a whirlwind, and I realize that I'm not at my apartment.I look at the diamond wedding ring on my finger, which should normally be a symbol of love towards my partner. With a sigh, I find the bedside table at the left and roll over to that side of the bed to drink water and go back to bed. ♧♧♧When I'm up later in the morning, it's to a breath of stale air fanning over my face.What the…With a jerk, I'm up in an instant, sitting upright to co

I felt like I was in some type of James Bond movie when I escaped the guards Ivan assigned to me. I just told them I needed to get something important from my apartment this morning. When they dropped me off and I saw they weren't planning on entering the building with me, I took my opportunity and walked straight to the emergency exit. It was too easy.Hopefully, I don't get in so much trouble with Ivan or put my guards in trouble as well. I see an ice cream truck parked on the other side of the street, so I walk away from the park to the sidewalk so I can cross the street.It happens so fast. One second, I'm crossing. The next, I'm looking left to know where the screeching noise is coming from. Two black SUV's come to a sudden stop right in front of me, and no matter how firm my foothold is on the ground, I'm still pulled into the back of the first car.I don't have time to take in my surroundings when the car pulls away from the park. The man who dragged me into the car covers my

I knew it was a good idea to lock the door last night. Even as morning rolls in, I can't let go of the thought. Ivan almost caught me masturbating!I decided to make a change by writing in the romance genre rather than the thriller genre I'm used to. Andrea said it was a good idea and that I should give it a try, but no one told me how difficult it would be to write the sex scenes since I haven't exactly had sex before.I considered asking my friends, but then that would be wierd so… you know… I thought to try it out myself, but I just couldn't get it right, which was a bit embarrassing. I was starting to feel something when Ivan knocked and twisted the door handle to let himself in. Without a doubt, that would've been embarrassing and awkward as hell.When he left and I tried getting back into it, it just didn't feel as right as I thought it would, so I gave up.By 7 a.m., I'm dressed in blue jeans and a cream sweater when I leave my room for breakfast. I see Ivan seated at his usu

It's way past breakfast time now, and I'm in my bed fighting for my life. It really sucks. Breakfast is mostly the only time I get to see Ivan throughout the entire day because he gets back really late at night when I'm asleep. Last night was the first time he ever got back that early. I decided to use the pool when everywhere got quiet; the gardeners had retired for the day, and the few guards outside had moved to the other side of the house. It was something that I'd wanted to do for a while, and yesterday just seemed like the perfect time for it. I didn't get into the pool since I and water aren't exactly friends. But I did have a good time soaking in and enjoying the fresh air of the night.Until I felt that familiar - not so discomforting - prickle that happens when Ivan looks at me. I turned to see him looking at me, those eyes boring into my soul. He was dressed so casually in black and white like he was ready to retire for the night. I looked away as quickly as I could so

It's like I'm enveloped in the scent of Ivan's aftershave and masculine perfume. I can't stop smiling, so I snuggle deeply into the covers. All of a sudden, my eyes flutter open as the events of last night start flooding into my memories. Dancing on Ivan.Humping against Ivan.Kissing Ivan.I abruptly sit up and immediately wish I hadn't done that as my head feels like it was hit against a wall. I rest my head on my hand for a second before looking around me. I'm lying on Ivan's bed. He isn't here, though, and that's the only reason why I haven't wished for the ground to just open up and swallow me. Fuck, I drank a little more than I'd usually drink last night when I was out with my friends. My thoughts aren't clear so I don't even remember me leaving the club last night.How did I end up in that situation with him? God, I hope he doesn't hate me. Throwing myself at him like a whore.But then again, I'm his wife and not a whore.I look at the bedside table to see a pill and a bott