Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
The whole thing was like some twisted movie with mean girls who went too far. It lacked all humility and humanity and had it happened to someone else, I’d be inclined to think it was all made up. I mean, how depraved do you have to be? And to find a whole group of like-minded people to go along with it just seems preposterous.
But I guess seeing it laid out in print all together like that brought home the severity of the situation, and it was hitting me all at once that a group of people I barely knew had come together with the sole purpose of destroying me.
It seems too farfetched, so draconian, and not at all something I would expect in my otherwise nondescript life. I mean, apart from the acting and singing thing, I’m just a regular girl like everyone else. A girl with hopes and dreams, someone who prides herself on being kind to others and living by certain principles that make me a productive part of society.
I never once imagined myself above anyone else and never wanted to be. I’ve always gone out of my way to remain humble so as not to lose myself, so how had I come to this? What did I do to deserve this hate?
I didn’t realize that I was speaking my thoughts out loud to him until he kept apologizing as he held me close. “None of this was your fault; you have no blame here. I’m sorry I opened that door tonight. I didn’t know it would get so out of hand. I was just trying to give my side of the story for once. To erase all the negativity people are trying to throw at you.”
“No-no, you did nothing wrong; I’m just… it’s just hitting me all at once, plus there were some things that I wasn’t aware of before tonight. I also realize that you were as much a victim as I am. After believing one thing for so long only to learn that I had it all wrong is taking some getting used to.”
And at the heart of it is the fact that I just hate being at the end of such malice. Who’s to stop it from happening again? People like Mary Hudson and her ilk never cease to find ways to harm those they hate; I know that very well. It’s one of the reasons I wanted no part of her or her family.
There were rumors swarming around the whole lot of them long before she tried getting her hooks into me. Had I known that denying her the chance to be my business manager would bring about all this hell, I would’ve avoided her like the plague.
Part of me, the part that I guess every human with an ounce of decency tries to subdue, wanted to break free. I wanted my pound of flesh, wanted to hurt those who hurt me and stole five years of my life. I’m not sure how those thoughts led me to what happened next, but before I could get control of my rising anger, I sunk my teeth into his neck.
“Ouch, what the….” He pulled back and looked down at me in surprise. Whatever I was feeling must’ve shown in my eyes because his nostrils flared as if he could smell my heat, and that special light came into his eyes, but when he tried wrapping his arms around me, I attacked him again.
He had the good sense not to resist as I pushed him to his back and bit my way down his neck, tearing his shirt away so I could get to his chest, where I continued my reign of terror. He winced and hissed in pain as I bit into his flesh, just hard enough to cause pain but not break the skin.
Because he didn’t resist and didn’t try to stop me, I felt empowered, so empowered that I kept going until I came to the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. “You’re enjoying this,” I growled at the look in his eyes and nipped him through the rough material before easing the zip down around his growth, keeping my eyes on his until his hard cock sprang free from its confines.
“Oh shit!” His back came off the bed when I took him into my mouth, but it was the feel of his hand gripping my hair roughly that spurred me on. I was never the aggressor, never the one to initiate things because I’ve always been too shy in the bedroom, but maybe that was part of the problems in our past.
I’m not stupid enough to blame myself for what happened to us, but I’m woman enough to accept that maybe there are some things about myself that need to change, starting now.