<"Tears are words that need to be written." ~ Paulo Coelho>
|Jadesola|
Sunday, July 4, 2021
WHO FALLS in love with another man in less than a month?! Well, Jadesola, owner of the bankrupt casino, Pepper Dem, takes the lead. It seems like she has gotten over her thieving fiance and is now in a whirlwind romance with multi-billionaire Kian. We wonder why though. It could be his money, his madly dashing looks or his manhood. . .
Chloe: Jade, shit just hit the fan! You're on the news and for the bad kind. Since when did you start dating Kian? Girl, this is bad, very very bad. Also, your mom is threatening to blow off my phone with calls and I cannot hold her off any longer. Pick my calls girl, I'm worried.
As unbelievable as it sounded, this was the text message I'd woken up to, groggy as fuck. She'd called, eight missed calls and when no one picked, unsurprisingly, she'd forwarded the news to me. Needless to say, all the sleep had cleared off, my mouth hanging open once I read what the Chicago Tribune had posted. My impeccable reputation was in tatters, thanks to my boss.
The infuriating thought hit me like a sledgehammer and an ache began pounding in my temple. Hard and furious.
"Fucking hangover," I moaned, clutching my forehead. The gnawing pain threatened to push me back onto the bed, but I clenched my teeth and rolled off. My eyes spun, tummy heaving and I leaned forward, blindly searching for something to hold onto.
"These are the reasons why you shouldn't drink Jadesola," I muttered to myself, promising to never drink freely but I knew I would break that vow. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Just like yesterday.
Still in a daze, I staggered to the bathroom, images of my terrible ordeal at his hands flashing through my mind's eyes.
My unanswered pleas. The unholy gleam in his eyes as he took my mouth. The terrible words. Whore. Black slut.
Disgust ran amok in me. Unable to contain the rolling motions of my stomach, I vomited and everything came splashing back out. Bits and pieces of undigested food littered the toilet seat. An eyesore.
Trails of his cum that clung to my lips, seeping onto the bed. His searching fingers penetrating my vagina. A twisting pain.
Spine arched, I retched again, the sour taste of acidic food bits leaving a bitter aftertaste. This time there was nothing welling forth from my guts. Just dry, heavy gasps of air.
My breakdown. The mantra of sorry's. Falling asleep in his arms. Him changing my clothes.
A dark surge of resentment zapped through me, as I tried to step away from the mess decorating the toilet bowl. How dare he touch me after all he'd done? Shivering fingers formed claws and I began stripping, anger and revulsion churning within my stomach. I didn't want to be clad in anything he'd touched.
As the nightwear pooled on the floor, lights overhead, casting bright rays on her skin, the woman's reflection stared at me. Her dull eyes were sunken, breasts jutting out, with nipples that weren't too sore any longer and the hickey that bloomed purple by the side of her neck. I knew the physical bruises would fade- the aching muscles in her privates, but I wasn't sure of the internal wounds. Not when a splitting headache and a deep emptiness resonated within her soul.
Sliding my eyes across the woman's body again, I didn't recognize her. She was unknown, a mere mockery of the brave person I once stood for. And I hated it. I hated her. The woman in the mirror was alien and she had let that bastard do all that to her.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
