Kiara's pov:Once we arrived at the kitchen, I met two more women, both had a gray apron in common. "Lizzy, meet Mama Parker and Mama Brown." Florida introduced pointing at the two elderly women, seated together around a circular table located at the center of the room.The two women, who were initially engrossed in their chit chat conversation, walked up to us, their faces plastered with confusion, passing a silent question of who the new face was to Florida."Hi, I'm Elizabeth. You can call me Lizzy, nice to meet you," I smiled at them, extending my hand for a shake."You're so pretty," she giggled, making everyone laugh, "call me Mama Brown, I'm in charge of the kitchen," She accepted my hand, smiling nicely. Mama Brown was black. She had thick eyebrows, a flat, small nose and a round face. Her baggy long gown covered her legs, fitting her fat figure. Her hair was dressed in a perm, she had dim eyes and looked in her late forties."Nice to meet you Lizzy, I am called Mama Parker

Lucas's pov: The room was dark just like I had left it. Carefully finding my way to the bed, I slumped feeling too enervated to shower. Whirling on the bed inorder to balance myself, my hand found a dead end, resting comfortably on a soft flesh. Soft and succulent. Soft, succulent and round. Soft, succulent and round with protuding titts. I squeezed further, my eyes piercing through the darkness as I wanted to confirm when my pillows were this real and fleshy. I heard a slight noise more like a muffled grunt, as a figure moved closer, clinging its arms around my chest. Suddenly, my heart fluttered as thrilling sensations brushed my skin, making my hand freeze at the moment upon realizing I was trapped and that my hand had found her breasts not pillows. She snorted gently with a yawn releasing her warm breath on my face as her hands grasped my shirt tightly. This has to stop, else I won't be able to hold back. My hands searched hurriedly for the table lamp that's normally kep

Kiara's pov: I stayed calm inside the wardrobe, the dark walls choked me as I couldn't breathe properly. I tried peeping from an apertured part but there was nothing, not even his footsteps approaching the wardrobe. A force pulled the wardrobe from outside and because I was leaning, I fell unexpectedly on his shoulders, my two hands gripping his coat. I was there for a moment, breathing heavily while his heavenly scented cologne assaulted my nostrils in a crazy manner. I wanted to stay there, in his arms like nothing else mattered than the both of us. But his harsh tone destroyed my impossible fantasy, pushing me away from his bods. "have you planned to ruin this as well?!" He sneered at me, dusting his clothes thoroughly as though I had infected it with a virus. "I didn't know you were going to open the-" I tried to defend myself. "Just shut up and get lost!" He yelled, pointing at the door. Once he told me that Florida was on her way to my room, I cursed beneath my breath

Kiara's pov:He was just like Eric. The same oppugnant and ferocious nature, except he had these captivating set of eyes.Eyes that said 'yes' when he actually meant 'No'. Always setting a trap and letting you fall to it. I can't watch myself lose the fingers I used to sign the contract.I knew my moments here were like a timing bomb and I did explode the minute I got caught. Was I scared of death? Fuck! I had sentenced myself to death the moment I agreed to this suicidal mission.Through out that morning, I forced my feeble limbs to work nonstop against it's will since I couldn't imagine sacrificing a fucking finger for some heinous ass hole. By the time it was noon, I got my chance to breathe because staying in the kitchen all day deprived me of air. It was finally leisure time but not completely for me though as I still had some salient issues to handle.This was the perfect time to get my things from his room and not be caught since everyone was in the kitchen cleaning up.I hur

Kiara's pov:Just as she was about to step her in, I trapped her foot with the door."Ouch!" She flinched."I'm so sorry, just give me a minute. Step back a little," I apologized, adjusting the door for her to remove her leg. I rested my head on the door, so she wasn't able to see me clearly.She grumbled and pulled her leg out. I shut the door immediately, running over to the bed to get my wig. It wasn't there.It wasn't anywhere."shit! Where are you? come out wigg...I need you…." I murmured needly, my eyes scanning the entire room like a weapon detector. Except I wasn't looking for a weapon but a fucking postiche.Frankly speaking, if I was the wig, I would rather not come out. After all, she had hurled me infuriatingly at the wall last night.After some minutes, I sighted a little ginger colored hair behind the blue silk curtains. Smiling, I picked it up, dusting it carefully as I sauntered towards the framed reflecting surface, forgetting someone was waiting in front of the door