DENVERI’m almost clenching the phone in my hands as soon as she breaks down in tears.I regret taking the call, but I needed to know what she was so scared of all of a sudden.I needed to know why she wasn’t taking the call. It was about her parents, and it was a failed research project, but there is more to it. She is probably not saying it; her tremors prove that there is more, but I can’t bring her to point it out to me.She looks terrible after the call ends, as if she should disappear off the surface of the earth. The more I stare at her, the more she wants to bury herself.She has been keeping them from me, and they are the reason she has been having nightmares and inner tremors.“You are looking for your parents. Why didn’t you say it all these while?” I clench my fists, not at all mad at her. I’m mad at the state she’s in now, as if she’s seeing a ghost right in front of her.“What would you have done? I don’t tell anyone; I keep it to myself because nobody cares to know. Ben

ANASTASIASomeone should catch me because I’m about to fall to my death. My heel twisted as the bone in my knees went dead.My legs are wobbling as I see her. It’s not the first time I've seen her; it’s probably the third time. She is the kickass woman with a lot of fans on social media; she’s the ultimate stylish woman with an undying love for fashion.She appears classy and elegant in her tailored beige dress and her black high heels. Her brown hair is gathered in a neat twist, and her light eyes are set in a serene fashion.She is like an idol to most young females, apparently because of her lifestyle, and maybe because she is the wife of a billionaire as well. But that’s not the issue now. What is she doing here?I hold the wall for support, and that’s when she looks at me. That is when she notices me, and that is when he also takes his eyes off his computer and pierce into mine.“My goodness, are you okay?” She jumps out of the couch and runs to hold me by my arms, literally tryi

DENVER“ Fuck!!” I put her gently aside and ran to get the first-aid box. Her hand is bleeding, and every fleshy part of her palm is bleeding.She uses the same hands she uses to play the guitar, and I see her blood all over the strings too. Fuck, she played till her hand began to bleed.Her palm is terribly sore, and I want to fucking punch myself for it. Why will she hurt herself because of me?Anastasia doesn’t joke with these hands; she loves to play the guitar, and now she’s ruined it. If she has access to her brain, she would recall that she can’t do without playing the guitar; it’s her medicine, and if she doesn’t play it for a day, she will likely fall sick.I curse under my breath as I bring out the kits and hop into the bed beside her. I press on the cotton on her palm, and I know it burns because her forehead folds up in pain as well as her lashes fluttering in panic.“Shh, just for a while. It’s only going to burn for a while.” I blow in some air from my mouth, and she fuc

ANASTASIA“Come with me to the court.” That’s what he said as soon as he walked out of the bathroom.And my lazy ass still remains in bed, yawning the fuck out because last night was hectic with the whole sexual activity.“To the court? And why?” I frown as soon as my eyes are clearly open and I can stare at the wetness of his skin. The way the water drops from his masculine arm down to his six abs.I tear my eyes off his chest because he mustn't notice how I’m staring at him. It might not go well; he will probably give me another round, and my pussy can’t take it now. He fucked me so fucking hard last night that I need a few hours to recover from it.“Yes, I have a case to handle for my client, and you are coming with me. It’s part of your intern training, so you know how it’s done by the best attorneys.” He takes out a sharp black suit from his closet, and I drop out of bed right away to help him dress up.“Oh, that’s crazy. Are you sure you can handle the case if I’m present in the