LOGINDesdemonaI swallowed the lump in my throat, smoothed down my skirt, and pushed past Kevin.The air in the bedroom felt different now,heavier, warmer, and carrying the faint scent of sex and sweat. On the bed, Aaron was still tied in that ridiculous starfish position. His chest was heaving softly, his cheeks flushed deeply. "If you laugh, I will find a way to kill you while tied to this bed," he muttered, his voice low."I’m not laughing," I said, though my voice pitched higher than usual. I walked over, stopping at a distance from the bed, and folded my arms tightly across my chest. "I’m traumatized. There’s a difference. Now, we had a deal."The doctor let out a long, shaky breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "The acquaintance," I prompted, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Who put my name on those abortion papers?""I don't know who forged the papers," he said honestly."Hey," Kevin’s voice warned from the doorway. He hadn't entered the room, leaning against the frame
DesdemonaI stood there, utterly paralyzed, as Kevin moved on the bed.The doctor’s eyes widened, the smug grin faltering for a split second before coming back. “If we had started here we'd be done by now.""Kevin, stop! You cannot be serious right now!" I hissed, grabbing his bare shoulder. His skin was warm, his muscles tense."He has the name, Desdemona," Kevin said, speaking calmly. He didn't look back at me. "And you need it. We don't have time to play good cop, bad cop, and clearly, traditional torture isn't going to work on a guy who is currently getting off on being abducted.""I am right here," the doctor chimed in, leaning his head back against the pillows. "And please, continue. The bickering is an excellent appetizer.""Shut up!" I snapped at the bed, before turning my full, panicked fury back to Kevin. "There are lines, Kevin! Lines we don't cross! You can't just... use your body for…this!"I shriek, waving my hands."Its a good chance for me to get off as wel.. It's been
DesemonaI had to act fast.The result of that panic was contacting David, begging him to use his connections, and kidnapping someone.Now, I was tearing down the road toward Kevin’s place, silently cursing the decision to hold the man hostage at his place. He could have chosen any other place but no,his house was his first decision.In my bedroom, his text read just as I threw the car into park.Great. Not only did he have him in his house but he had to use his own bedroom.The sharp click of my heels echoed against the floorboards as I sprinted down the hallway. I didn’t bother knocking."What the fuck, Kevin?" I barked, bursting into his bedroom."You really need to make a habit of greeting me properly," Kevin replied, completely unbothered.On the bed lay the doctor, tied up in a starfish position."You are absolutely terrible at this," I hissed, gesturing wildly at the bed. "Why on earth would you tie him up there? And in that position?"Kevin shrugged. Exhausted, I dropped into a
MyraThe drive to the hospital was pure torture. Every muscle in my body was locked tight, and my chest felt so constricted I was seconds away from a panic attack. Josh had forcefully taken the wheel after I drifted lanes and nearly sideswiped a sedan.“What if he’s already there?” I asked, my voice so shaky that the words barely formed.“Calm down, Myra,” Josh said, keeping his eyes on the road but reaching over to squeeze my knee. “We’ll figure things out once we see the situation at hand. Just breathe.”I nodded, and shut my eyes tightly.The moment Josh pulled the car into park at the hospital entrance, I flung the door open and rushed inside to the front desk.“Hello, I’m here to see Doctor Aaron,” I gasped out, gripping the edge of the high counter.The receptionist looked up, her expression filled with irritation. “Do you have an appointment?”“Yes, we do,” Josh stepped in, his voice firm.The woman’s eyes darted from Josh’s face to mine, then back again, studying us. “He’s not
MyraI sat in my car three blocks away from Desdemona’s office building, my hands gripped so tightly around the steering wheel that my knuckles were white. My laptop sat open on the passenger seat, showing the courier’s delivery confirmation timestamp: Delivered to recipient.My chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid breaths. My body buzzed from the excitement and curiosity in me.I reached for my phone, my thumb hovering over Ettiene’s contact info, but I forced myself to drop it back into the cup holder. Calling him now could raise questions. It would leave a trail. I had to play the bystander. I had to wait for the blast radius of the bomb I dropped to reach me naturally.Then, my phone screen lit up. Not a call. A text from a contact inside Desdemona’s company.'Trouble' the text read and a smile carved its way across my face.It worked. I pulled out into the midday traffic, humming quietly to myself. My phone buzzed and I immediately picked up.“Where are you?”“What do you want
DesdemonaMy next words died on my lips.I turned to him, my eyes wide, my chest constricting, my breathing becoing hitched. The anger that had been bubbling up inside me, the urge to scream at him for ruining my presentation, for humiliating me in front of the people who held my career in their hands completely evaporated. Slowly, my gaze dropped from his bloodshot, furious eyes to the crumpled manila folder resting on the polished mahogany table. "Open it," he repeated, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.My fingers trembled as I reached out.I pulled the folder toward me, the cardboard scraping against the wood with a sound that felt entirely too loud.I flipped the cover back.My eyes scrambled across the page, trying to make sense of everything. Patient Name: Desdemona Vance.Procedure: Termination of Pregnancy.I stopped breathing. The financial charts on the projector screen behind me blurred into a smear of useless color. I stared at the paper, my mind spinning.Yes I ha
DesdemonaThe door swings open and heavy footsteps stomps into my office. His anger radiates from his body to mine causing the release of my happy hormones.If I continue like this then I'll have him right where I want him."What is this?" He exclaims flaring his arms all over the room.I pause, watchin
Desdemona"What happened?" I asked Mike but my eyes were entirely focused on Molly. "She was running a fever. I gave her some meds and she was doing okay till she collapsed."The doctor finished with whatever he was doing and turned to me."Doctor?""She's fine." She nudges my arm and guides me to the o
MyraNo one was picking up. Not my father. Not my mom. I had taken time out of my day to visit our place,our own building but they had not let me in.I am infuriated as I pace up and down in our living room. I dial Ettiene's and get sent straight to voicemail.My heart is twisting and the more I think
EttieneNo fucking way.Mm Mm. No way in hell. No way back to earth.She is not the owner of this company,she cannot be. I mean,she can,women can do things but…this?! Nope.I am not going to get help from her.Father received his phone while he was in the middle of a hearty conversation. His laughter fil







