LOGINFor a moment, all I could do was stare at her.“Jail?” I repeated. “Mitch is in jail?”Sarah blinked.“Oh wow. You really don’t know anything.”My stomach tightened.“Sarah, are you freaking serious? What happened? Why is he in jail?”She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.“I only know what Jake told me. Apparently, the girl Mitch got pregnant told him about the pregnancy, and he beat her up. Things got ugly. The girl’s parents got involved, and the police were called.”The girl?Could it be Gabi?“What about the girl in question? Do you know her name?”“I don’t know all the details about the girlfriend.” She shrugged. “But Jake said Mitch completely lost it. He left scars on her, and with the evidence the family has provided, he won’t be getting an easy trial in court.”I stared at her.That didn’t sound like the Mitch I knew.Cruel? Yes.Selfish? Absolutely.But violent?Not usually.I mean, he only laid his hands on me after years of marriage.“Why would he do that? She
After walking for some time, I found a small outdoor café just down the street and collapsed into a wrought-iron chair. The rich aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. If I didn’t find somewhere safe to live soon, men like him would keep circling me like prey. How was I supposed to secure an apartment when he had already declared the entire city his territory? I wanted to believe he was bluffing, but I’d rather be too careful than live to regret it. There was only one place I could think of. Mitch. I wasn’t sure I could ever feel comfortable with him again after everything that had happened—or if he would even take me back. But right now, I had no choice but to try until I found something else. Going back to Julia’s place wasn’t an option. Not after what happened last night. Even if I had to return there tonight, I was determined not to spend another night under that roof. My phone suddenly rang. I pulled it from my purse, alr
My eyes widened the instant I heard his voice.*How is this even possible?*Andres...“Lena… I’ve been expecting your call.”His words slithered through the phone like smoke. My hands tightened around the device until my knuckles turned white.A cold wave of fear and disbelief crashed over me.“Lena?” He chuckled softly, the smile audible in his voice. “Why have you suddenly gone mute? I’ve been hoping you’d reach out. Nice place, isn’t it? You can have it for free. Stay as long as you want. You don’t have to worry about rent.” His tone darkened with possessive pride. “This city is mine, Lena. Any apartment you find… I’ll make sure it’s yours. No charge.”My stomach twisted violently.I hung up without a word.My heart slammed against my ribs, each brutal beat echoing in my ears like a war drum. *What the hell was that? Has he been stalking me?* That was the only explanation.The walls of the apartment suddenly felt like they were closing in, ready to trap me inside. *Why can’t I
LENA'S POV The next day, I got myself a new phone and SIM card. Julia had advised me to choose one from her neighborhood, but I didn't want to be anywhere near her home after her husband's weird move last night. By late afternoon, I was exhausted, but I finally connected with Mr. Hargrove. He sounded confident on the phone, promising something that might actually work for me. It was almost evening when we pulled up at the place. The house in front of me was nothing my budget could afford. However, I followed him in. We got into the elevator and stopped at the 7th floor. The moment Mr. Hargrove unlocked the door to Unit 812 and swung it open, I froze right there in the entryway. My breath caught in my throat. Floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the open-concept living space with soft evening light, making everything glow. The wide-plank luxury vinyl floors gleamed under recessed smart lighting that seemed to adjust itself as we moved. Quartz countertops, matte cabinets, brushed
TARZAN’S POVA sharp knock cut through the silence of the suite.I was slumped on the floor, wrecked. I hadn’t slept at all. The pain I’d felt the night before had been so vicious I’d genuinely believed it would kill me.“Come in,” I rasped.The door opened cautiously.Diana entered first, followed by the hotel manager, the director of operations, head of security and finance director.The moment they stepped inside, they froze.The suite was in ruins. Empty bottles littered the floor and a heap of burnt cigars beside me. The curtains were half-drawn, trapping the room in a gloomy half-light even though the afternoon sun blazed outside.Diana rushed forward and dropped to her knees beside me.“Boss, are you okay? Should I call the doctor?”I must've looked sick from all the crying I did last night.I lifted my eyes slowly.“It’s not your job to worry about my well-being,” I said quietly. “I called you here for something more important.”She stood and stepped back, her face tight with
“Julia has always been skinny.” He chuckled lightly. “I wish she’d add some flesh. Men like women with a little meat on their bones, you know.”Heat crawled up my neck.“As an African man,” he added casually, “I’ve always appreciated chubby women. They’re the best.” He paused, his gaze drifting over me. “Can you encourage her to put on some weight? Hitting bones can be very off-putting. Especially the sagging skin… Your skin are tight and plump. Your tanned skin is nice too. Are you by any chance mixed?”“I… I don’t know.”I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, as if I could shield my body from his stare.*Is he drunk?*How could he speak like this to a stranger? Insulting his own wife’s body while she slept upstairs?Before he could say anything else, I cut in. “I… I really need to use the bathroom, do you mind giving me some privacy?” I mumbled.He seemed to notice my discomfort at last and gave a small nod. “That’s all right. I’ll leave.”"Thank you".He headed for the door, the
He was silent. Not a single word. Just the faint sound of his breathing on the other end of the line. Why is he acting deaf to my request? I thought, frustration tightening in my chest. "Tarzan?" He didn't say a word. I frowned, the crease between my brows deepening. “I know you heard me
"Nothing... Just stressed. Long day." I sighed into the phone. "Tell me about yours—how was work? Distract me from all this bullshit." I pressed the phone tighter against my ear. Gabi glanced back at me again, frowning, then started riding me with renewed purpose—long, deep strokes that made h
MITCH POVMy phone buzzed on the bed, the screen lighting up with Lena’s name. Finally. She called just as I expected. I smirked and glanced down at Gabi. Her tight little body was straddling me in reverse cowgirl, that firm ass bouncing rhythmically as she rode my cock with wet, eager slaps.
Getting back home no longer felt like coming home. How am I supposed to look Mitch in the eyes and pretend nothing happened?The question clawed at my chest as I stood outside the front door. *What am I even doing with my life?*Suddenly, a sharp vibration buzzed against my thigh. I froze, gla







