It's unfortunate that I have to lie to Reagan, and I feel bad about it. But I don't know what else to say to a man who is so forthright and genuine. I'm at a loss for words. I am in a predicament in which I cannot simply say that I do not know something, and the reason for this is that I am not even the genuine Claudette. Even if I told him the truth, he wouldn't have any reason to believe me. On top of that, it's not like I can just tell him everything there is to know about that. Even though Reagan seems to be the kind of person that anyone could easily put their trust in, I'm not sure that I can bring myself to tell him the whole truth. Even if he were the most reliable person in the entire world, I can't risk my mission for revenge by letting anything or anyone jeopardize it at this point. It would be irresponsible of me to do so.It's not a problem at all. I'm sorry to be the one to bring up that question at this time. I totally forgot that you were still dealing with the after
There came an odd silence from the three of us shortly after I read the contents of the invitation. I had to check between Reagan and Klen once again just to make sure they didn’t even bother making even a single word to react.“What’s with this silence?” I instantly ask since I really can’t understand where they are probably coming from.After a short while of silent treatment from them, it was actually Reagan who took the initiative to answer me back. And he said, “I can’t help but suddenly wonder why the Alforques wanted to hold a party out of the blue.”“Why? Aren’t parties supposed to be something the Alforques are commonly fond of doing?” I inquired. Somehow this conversation is becoming more useful to me, especially since I am gaining new information not just about the Alforques but somehow, possibly even that creep who resembles so much of my ex-fiance, Matteo.“It’s not that they’re not permitted to do so, but apparently, it’s unusual that the Alforques would hold something
A day after Reagan visited me to check my condition and at the same time, provide me details about the progress of his investigation regarding Julius Silverstone’s death, which I later find out as something that Julius had also instructed Reagan, here I am now making some contemplations on my next move from this.Of course, I haven’t forgotten that there is an upcoming party at the Alforques Manor which I am invited to attend. At first, it really is a mystery for me. Just like what both Reagan and Klen presumed, I, too, believe it to be a little suspicious why they are hosting a party all of a sudden.I don’t particularly recall any occasion around October that requires them to celebrate for. As far as I can remember, the Alforques aren’t the type to randomly hold a party if it isn’t something they could brag about from the rest of other clans that belong to their pact.As a matter of fact, even my engagement party with Matteo took a little while to prepare because they wanted to make
Because they were not able to kill Julius Silverstone's daughter in the car accident, there is no question that danger is lurking around the next corner, ready to ambush me. It could be at any time in the near future."All I ask for is a little bit of privacy while I go through the stores and pick out my clotheson my own,” I still insisted. Then, all of a sudden, Taylor gives me a reassuring smile to show that she cares about the predicament I'm in. Sadly, it's not exactly what I needed right now. If I were to tell her that, it would just make my mood even worse than it already is, and I don't want that to happen.On top of that, Taylor is not entirely to blame for what happened, so I decided against commenting further on the matter.I continued to be patient until the saleswoman returned with a stack of garments that were hung on a rolling garment rack. "I apologize for the inconvenience, Ms. Silverstone. There are quite a few VIPs and other notable people stopping by our stores t
My eyes widened in shock as a big and rough hand immediately covered my mouth and prevented me from asking for rescue. I could feel that this is a man given by the rough texture of his palm against my lips.I can also sense that he is taller than me by the way he pressed by back against his body. My height is almost at the level of his chest. I feel so inferior to this man, whoever he is. And it scares me more since we’re in a completely dark room. At this point, it just scares me to think of what could he possibly be capable of doing with me while it is just the two of us and he got me completely on hold.In my current situation, I can’t even make any movement to free myself. It is as if my entire body has been stoned by his mere presence. I have no idea how he managed to do it, but this isn’t good.I am at a complete disadvantage over here. And it scares the hell out me now that I can feel his other free hand slowly making a move. It is particularly his finger which I can sense is
This is insanely mad.Even though I am being sexually assaulted at this very moment, my body is not cooperating with my wishes to move. It is very comparable to what took place in the manor when I was in the same numb state. I have no way of being able to control myself, and the thing that makes it even worse is the fact that my body is slowly enjoying the sensation that it is experiencing.It makes me sick to my stomach to be able to recall what that creep did to me right at this moment when the very same situation is taking place at this very moment. At this point, the one thing that I cannot say for certain is whether or not I will be able to escape from this situation once more just like I did in the manor.I wish I could believe that I have some control over the man who has me restrained against the wall, but it appears that such thoughts may be futile at this point. I felt his tongue licking the back of my neck as his mouth remained pressed against me.Wait, what?!I've experien
My reflexes made me fight back when it became me who wanted to dominate his tongue in response to his earlier action. I don't know if it was because of my ego that I decided to stop letting anyone try to defeat me anymore, which is what made me want to prove to him that I'm a better kisser.However, that move only made the situation worse, knowing what I did seemed to have roused him to an even greater degree. In the pauses between our rough kisses, I heard him let out a deep breath, and I know for a fact that this is a sign that he is ready to take things to the next level in terms of what is happening between us right now. My hunch was confirmed when his hands moved swiftly to pull my dress down, exposing my bosoms. The pleasure of his earlier actions has left them sore, and now they are being harassed lustfully within the creep's mouth.Instantly, I felt the heat of his mouth on my nipples as he tried to suck them. Before I felt his mouth warm them up, I could feel them hardening,
That night, I couldn't even find my way to sleep. It's so hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that something as terrible as that happened to me earlier when I was at the store.What seems to be much worse now is the fact that I can't even find the courage to speak of it to anyone, not even to Taylor, who seems to be someone who can be trusted. I know that she can be trusted for it since Claudette seemed to have trusted her that much. However, that is Claudette. My situation is very different from Claudette's because, unlike Claudette, I did not grow up being cared for by Taylor. In fact, I have only just recently come to know her to actually have the guts to speak to her about how someone had just molested me earlier at the shop.Earlier at the shop—just a moment after that creep left me—I instantly had to wipe the moist between my legs with my own handkerchief, since I could already hear Taylor knocking from the outside. I did not want her to find out that I had been haras