Guilty のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

And I was back to that shithole that I used to call home before we moved to New York with my dad. The memories flooded my mind and roaming through them I didn't find one just one memory that wasn't filled with pain. Good or bad, my heart ached remembering the pathetic little girl I was. Hanging on everyone's but mine. That's how my mother molded me. I loved her unconditionally for trying to protect me from the world and hated her whole-heartedly for the same reason. And there I was... Crying on the couch of our living in my black dress. I was only a kid and I had no mother. My mother was now laying six feet under the ground. And I cried my eyes out. I cried until the pain from my heart was replaced with an unbearable lack of sleep and a headache which caused me to faint in the middle of the living room. Seeing my childish body lying on the floor, I knew this wasn't real. But how did I get here...I can't remember... I tried opening my eyes to shut those memories away, I tried to h

"Come on Princess, I know you want it" The creep whispered, his lips touching my earlobe. I shivered in his touch, sobbing quietly. I tried to scream, to cry for help. Someone, anyone, please.... he covered my mouth with his hand. I shook my head strongly trying to get out off his grip on my face. He pushed me harder against the wall, my head was spinning as it came in contact with the concrete surface. "Don't make it worse than it has to be" He threatened and released his grip from my mouth, inserting two fingers in it. My heart was in my ears and I could hear her wanting to escape my chest. I could feel his hands on my thighs as he slapped my but-cheeks. I let out another sob, pleading him to stop. And then all I remember was my blood dripping down the floor....I jumped off my bed, sitting on the edge, sweat running down my forehead. My breathing was heavy and my eyes started watering. Hot tears running down my face, my hands clenched into fists. My nails digging deep into my pal

"Miss Alessandro, you have a conference meeting in ten minutes with the legal team of Gucci." Samantha's voice echoed from the telephone machine as I was going through some of my upcoming cases and prioritizing them. "Thank you, Samantha. Tell Gabe to prepare the room and bring me a water" I ordered politely so that I wouldn't sound rude. I preferred to keep good relations with my employees. "Of course, Miss Alessandro" She replied and shortly I saw her walk by my office with Gabe to the conference room. I gathered the tones of papers from desk and put them into their file based on alphabetical line. I had all my clients sorted out like that. It helped me get through the waste of time that is searching things last minute. Placing them back on the selves, I fixed my black pencil skirt and reached for the Gucci folder. It wasn't the first time talking with their team. But from what I understood was that beside the inside team they searched for an outside lawyer to handle their public

*Zayn* I ran behind her car until the exit of the parking but to no result. I couldn't manage to get her to stop. And why would she? I didn't know how to feel only that I was angry at myself. And yet I knew that even if a chance would be given to me to redo it, I would remain the same fucking asshole. I stopped at the entrance of the La Plaza hotel, my heart pounding against my chest and my breathing still rapid from my previous movement. For a moment I just observed the highway in front of me wishing, hoping that I would see her car turning back. Smelling myself I realized I reeked alcohol and that I was almost half-naked as my shirt was barely hanging off my torso. I gathered myself and buttoned it up. Entering the hotel, I looked for Marina. She was working front office at the reception and we were acquaintances. She had helped me over the years with my balls hosting and my party planning when my bar or their hotel was the choice made for the celebrations to take place. And I nee

I didn't expect to see her out of anyone else tonight. The minute she entered the club, I sensed her presence. She turned heads and understandably depending on how she looks. In her diamond dress, she looked like a fallen star, like a goddess, like the goddess of Night. From her hair to her toes she was absolute perfection. Her glossy pouty lips twitching to a shining smile, lit up the room and her swaying hips filled the room with whispers. The delicacy of her moves and the way she enchanted every male in the room, left me speechless. All I could do so lean to a wall hoping my knees wouldn't wobble at her glare. Our eyes met and I witnessed her trying to hide her surprise but then realizing that I was the owner of the club which left her only quite annoyed at my presence. She exhaled sharply at my smirk as her eyes trailed down my body. She examined every bit of me, taking in my features, memorizing them. We played a wicked game with our eyes and no words need to be said to g