She made for the entrance of the shed but Gaius was smart enough to intercept her. He placed his arms on her shoulders firmly. Gaius said, there was a look of expectations in his eyes as he locked then with hers. “Please, Hanna. I’ll make it up to you.” “ I don’t know. I really need the money from the extra hours.” Gaius threw a sharp glance at his wristwatch and his desperation grew “Come on, please? I’ll owe you one. All you have to do is make your price” He clasped his hand in front of her and silently hoped that she would give in. Hanna chuckled when she heard his plea. One thing that never ceases to amuse her only her coworker was now convincing he could be at work. It was not a new fact that Gaius’ sales skills were powerful enough to convince even the most stubborn customers at the bar to order drinks for themselves. She threw her hands up in the air, feeling more than surrendered “ Alright, fine. But just this once. “Yes!! You’re the best, Hanna. Thank you so much.” Ga

Sly’s smile faltered slightly, but he didn’t deny it. “Yeah, that Hannah.” He was about to turn away and go into his room when he paused in his tracks and looked at Ken with raised brows.“How did you know Hanna’s age?”Ken lifted his left shoulder in an half shrug, “Does that question matter at this point”Sly folded his arms on his chest and glared at him “I demand to know how you found out her age. Have you been seeing her behind my back?” He frowned.Ken raised two hands up in surrender, “Chill out, Bro. You can’t come at me with such accusatory tone. There is literally nothing that would take me to her. I have got better options” Sly ignored the biting sarcasm in Ken’s words and he pressed further, “Then, go on. Answer the damned question” He barked in a surprisingly loud voice at Ken.Ken rose to his feet, his eyes were trained on Sly’s face. “I found her ID card.” He blurted. “I saw it in your jacket as I was doing the laundry”Sly nodded. “Where the hell did you drop it the

He tugged harder on her belt, her body pressing up further against his. He grabbed her hair in his fist and balled it up. He drew her head back and looked at her. She began to cry, to plead.“Please don’t,” She said. “Please.”“Shut up.”He kissed her again and this time, he inserted his tongue in her mouth. By pleading, she had left herself open to this. Again he pulled her head back roughly. “Kiss back,” he said.And I did.When he was satisfied, he stopped and tried to work the latch on Her belt. It was a belt with a strange buckle and he couldn’t figure it out. To have him let go of her, for him to leave her alone, she said, “Let me, I’ll do it.”He watched her.When she was done, he unzipped the jeans she wore.“Now take off your shirt.”She had a cardigan sweater on. She took that off. He reached over to help unbutton her shirt. He fumbled.“I’ll do it,” She said again.She unbuttoned the oxford-cloth shirt and, like the cardigan, She peeled it back from her body. It was like

It was not long before avoiding his work calls and watching the news in fear that he might be wanted by the police. His room was dark and messy, with clothes piled up on the floor and empty bottles scattered around. He didn’t care about anything anymore, not even himself.His thoughts were disturbed, swirling around in his head like a storm. He couldn’t believe what he had done, and he didn’t know how to face the consequences. All he knew was that he was a monster, and that he deserved to be punishedAfter two days of locking himself in his apartment he decided to speak up about what he has done and he visited his family house very early the following morning.One thing that had always in endeared him to this house where he spent most of his childhood was that it reeked of wealth. Sly’s family home was a mansion surrounded by lush green gardens, a swimming pool, and a fleet of luxury cars parked outside. The front door was adorned with a grand entrance, and the marble floors shimmer

As Elise stepped into her room, she closed the door behind her, making sure that her boyfriend Richard’s palm tree-patterned shirt was folded and placed beside her bed. The dim light from the bedside lamp created a peaceful atmosphere that made her feel relaxed. The apartment was small but cozy, with walls decorated with various paintings of the sunset, flowers, and the Eiffel Tower. She walked towards the mirror, and she could see her reflection, appreciating how her olive-toned skin glowed. She was wearing a cream tank top and her hair was tied in a bun.As she began her skincare routine, she applied her favorite cleanser in circular motions, ensuring it was thoroughly massaged into her skin. A faint fragrance of lavender from the lotion she was using soon filled the room. She enjoyed the calmness of the room as the music from the speaker on the shelf played softly in the background.As she continued massaging her face, her phone rang. Elise hesitated, assuming it was probably her