Agatha had spent the entire night waiting for Prince Rick to finish his shower and join her in bed, but the prince had been in there for a couple of hours. All she could hear was the sound of water dripping from the shower, drop by drop, repeatedly. Agatha was even naked, waiting for her husband to take her with passion and desire, but that wasn't going to happen.Inside the bathroom, Prince Rick was leaning against the wall, watching the water fall from the showerhead, wishing time would pass faster so Agatha would fall asleep, thus avoiding the need to make love to her.After a couple of hours, Prince Rick finally decided to come out of the bathroom, and that made Agatha happy. She quickly arranged herself provocatively on the bed, looking at him with desire.However, Prince Rick just wanted to lie down and sleep. He was mentally exhausted, and his sexual desire was non-existent.Agatha quickly noticed that the prince's hair was completely dry, and he was wearing the same clothes h
"That's exactly what we need," exclaimed the prince excitedly as he looked at the paper signed by Curtis and stamped by Joseph Stanton."Yes. It's exactly what you asked for. Now I want you out of my mansion immediately," Curtis ordered, pointing to the door."How dare you think you can throw Agatha out of her house like a dog?" demanded Beth, baring her claws to defend her daughter."Shut up!" Curtis shouted at Beth, making the entire place tremble and causing everyone to fall silent immediately. "Shut your damn mouth. This is my mansion, and I can do whatever I please. You should be grateful I'm letting you stay here with us."Curtis had lost the simplicity and humility that defined him. That day, he was not the same submissive and smiling boy everyone knew. Agatha's decision had turned him into a grumpy ogre capable of saying such things."This is my children's house. The true heirs to the Stanton fortune. You're just a swindler and an opportunist," Beth had no intention of staying
A couple of days had passed since Curtis had given Agatha her emancipation. During this time, Prince Rick insisted on keeping her in a very low-quality hotel. It was a seedy place where the city's prostitutes went to work.There, in room number 43, Miss Stanton was confined. It was a small room with deteriorated walls, dirty sheets, and cockroaches running all over the place. There was also an old TV that projected a blurry image that couldn't be made out.It was in this place that Agatha waited for her husband for hours. Prince Rick would leave for the whole day, leaving her alone until he finally deigned to return.Of course, Agatha had insisted that they both leave such a dreadful place, but the prince adamantly refused. He would not allow Agatha to spend a single penny of that inheritance. His greed had driven him to want absolutely everything for himself.Agatha was lying on that old bed, utterly bored, staring at the ceiling when suddenly the door to the room opened, and Prince
Curtis silently looked through the window of his room while holding Joseph's cane in his hands.Behind Curtis was a background he was completely unaware of. Kim dressed quietly, picking up her clothes one by one from the floor of the room.Once she was fully dressed again, she stood waiting in silence for a few minutes. Perhaps she hoped Curtis would show her some affection or care, but Curtis continued to ignore her presence while looking out that window.It was then that Kim Ballmer decided to leave the room quickly without saying a word, unable to believe that her sexual desires had once again led her to Curtis Stanton's bed. A place she had vowed never to return to.The sound of the door closing behind Curtis told him that Kim had left.Curtis sighed deeply and decided to get a drink. A glass of wine, as he loved. Remembering his good friends Joseph Stanton and Lucius Garner, and thinking about the future of the Stanton family.Annie was quietly returning home after a long and exh
Once again, the entire day had passed without Prince Rick returning to the hotel room with Agatha. She had spent the whole day there, waiting for him to come back with some food, but that moment never came. It was just her and her loneliness against the world, hugging her own legs to endure the growling of her stomach.She took out her cell phone and decided to call her husband. Agatha hated invading Rick's privacy and alone time, but this was different. It had been an entire day without eating, waiting for his return within those old, worn-out walls.Agatha felt a slight panic when she realized her husband's number, Prince Rick, didn't work. Her call went directly to a phone operator. It was as if that phone number simply didn't exist.Rick had blocked her number and removed her from all social networks and communication methods."It can't be... It can't be..." Agatha whispered in desperation, trying to reach her husband in every possible way.However, it was useless. Rick had disapp
Beth was sitting quietly in the back seat of one of Charles Ballmer's limousines. He had personally ordered that she be taken to the Stanton mansion.She felt like a true diva, exhibiting that notable superiority complex she always had. She took her makeup out of her bag and began to touch up her face while flirting with the driver using her eyes.It was then that she finally looked at her cell phone. When she turned on the screen, she saw 32 missed calls from Agatha. Agatha had been trying to reach Beth all night until she finally gave up.Beth called her back immediately. Surely something very bad had happened. Agatha was not the type of person to call for just anything.At that exact moment, Agatha heard a knock on her room door. Someone was trying to get in. The handle was moving, as if someone were trying to open the door."Rick!" Agatha exclaimed immediately.She was relieved and instantly thought it was her husband who had decided to come back after all. Maybe he had misplaced
Annie finished putting her clothes back on after having sex with Ander for the first time. She expected something a bit more passionate. Maybe more kisses, perhaps a bit more hugging and caressing on that red couch where it had all happened, but Ander was only worried about his venue and the customers. He used the remote control to turn the purple light back on so that everyone would stop having sex on his dance floor.“Come on, you will do as I say,” Ander whispered as he looked through that window.“Ander… are you okay?” Annie asked, finishing adjusting her dress.“Yes, yes. It’s nothing,” Ander snapped out of his thoughts and back to reality, shaking his head a little.“You haven’t said anything about what just happened between us,” Annie commented with some embarrassment and couldn’t help but blush.“Oh, yes, yes… of course,” Ander rubbed his face with his right hand while his mind was elsewhere. “It was fine,” he said, placing his arms akimbo.“What?! That’s all you’re going to s
Charles Ballmer peeked under the VIP area table and found Ander trembling like a coward while hiding behind Annie."Boo!" mocked Charles Ballmer with a smile."Mr. Ballmer, I'm so glad you're here," exclaimed Ander excitedly as he emerged from under the table."I suppose you're..." Charles began, helping Annie out from under the table."She's my girlfriend. Her name is Annie," Ander said, then he sighed with relief. He was glad the armed man had left without harming them.Charles Ballmer looked at Annie for a moment and then smiled kindly."I thought you asked for escorts to protect you from anything," Charles asked."I wanted to order the escorts to kill him, but I didn't get the chance," Ander lied, not wanting to seem like a coward."Yes, of course," Charles said, not believing a word."I want to go home now," demanded a very frightened Annie."Take her home, Ander," said Charles Ballmer, smiling disturbingly as he looked at Annie."Yes, just give me a moment.""I understand you've