BRYNN.Apparently, Sasha’s father twisted the entire story for his family. Grandmother divorced grandfather, and that’s how Richard’s mother came in. She had a son when she married my grandfather and although Dad was staying with them at the time, he wanted nothing to do with the family. Once he was old enough, he went back to his mom, and he built an empire with her as he grew older. He didn’t need grandfather’s riches, but he left it for him anyway after he passed away. Richard and his mother have been at odds with him since then, and the battles have been happening repeatedly over the years. He defeats Richard, he’d leave, then come back with another strategy to get him. It was an endless circle. Until now.Dad refuses to tell me what he did with him and his family, but I know it’s something that’d never have Richard show his face before him again. Just as he deserves. And I only feel bad for the daughter who took on her father’s lie and thought she was fighting for a good cause.D

BRYNN.The words echo around me, and I watch Felix with an open mouth. I close it to swallow and he’s still leaning against his ropes, his dark eyes not leaving me as he waits for me to move. To heed his words. I must have totally lost touch with reality or maybe it’s just how hard my pussy is throbbing from that look in his eyes, one that promises me how hard he’s going to take me—whichever it is, I remove my hand from my panties and slowly sink to the floor.I’ve never crawled before anyone. And I didn’t think Felix of all people would be the one to make me. A few weeks back, I’d have told him to fuck off. No. No, actually. I’d have hit him twice across his face until the skin turned red for even daring to utter such words to me. And not even as a request, but with his voice dripping with command. But this isn’t weeks ago. This is now. It’s the moment where every word, every glance, every kiss, and every touch from him burns my skin and makes my pussy pulse hard. No one else has ever

FELIX."Hey. Sorry. I didn’t know you are—""No worries. Nothing is happening." I cut in before he can finish and rise to my feet.It’s Ethan. One of the guys has an upcoming match and he must be here for practice.He slips his hands into his front pockets as his gaze switches between me and Brynn, staying longer on her than I like. He smiles as he comes forward. "Hello. I’ve never seen your face around here." I move to stand in front of Brynn, hiding her from that hungry gaze I want to punch off."She’s taken," I say in a breath, glaring down at him and he dares to look over my shoulder, trying to steal a peek. "Didn’t you hear me? Fuck off, dude.""Relax, mate. I was just saying hello to the beautiful lady." He chuckles and I step closer till our chests are almost brushing. "And I say she’s taken. Keep your eyes off before I help you do it.""Wow. I’m not looking for a fight here.""Then leave," I order and he sighs, stealing a glance over my shoulder one more time. I’ve had enough p

FELIX.Brynn isn’t speaking to me.She’s back to ignoring me. This comes as a surprise because I thought we moved past that.I keep thinking of what I did or said wrong. Was it because I asked her on a date—one she didn’t even give me an answer to? But she didn’t seem that displeased with that question.Yet,She hasn’t responded to me in three days.All my texts are left on delivered and all my calls never go through. I thought we were having fun, but seems I was the only one who felt that way.A tired sigh leaves my parted lips and I rub a palm down my face as I stare at the text I sent her three hours ago—the outcome just the same as the numerous ones I’ve sent for the past seventy-two hours. On delivered."What’s going on with you?" I whisper to myself as my fingers punch into the screen.ME: Are you mad at me? Take my call and we can speak about it.ME: I don’t remember doing anything wrong, though. But please. Just answer my texts. Or calls.ME: You didn’t like the hangout? We can

FELIX."You’ve been rotting on that sofa for days now. When are you going to get up?" I groan at my peace being interrupted by Lemuel’s voice. Not that it was that much of a peace with the rage that’s contained in my head."For as long as I need to," I respond without moving from the sofa. My face is turned to it as I lie down so I can’t see Lemuel, but I know he’s moved closer when his voice reaches nearer. "Are you ready to speak to me?""I have nothing to say.""There’s something obviously wrong with you. You haven’t been yourself since you came in soaked in blood five days ago." Lemuel provides. It’s been five days already? Feels like just a few hours ago, since my mind keeps replaying that moment and the actions that followed. "Felix. Please. Talk to me." He says softly and there’s a temporary pause. I almost think he gave up, then his voice comes again. "Is this about Brynn? Did something happen to her?"I don’t think anything else has the power to weigh me down like this. It’s