Trapped Desire

sitting in the living. Confident. Dominating everything around him. I could feel heat emanating from my body. Am

that glides gently down your throat, intoxicating you. I couldn'

. But the way he sat confidentiality and comfortable, would make you think otherwise. I sat next

er Daiz. A ruthless multi-Billionaire who owns too many companies for one man . And too many women on their knees, begging for his attention an

s sense. And of course Dad owes him money, after all, he ain't the only one he does. I

would he come now

f contact and - . Holy shit! What is that? Is that an amount of money or someo

here a lot of z

f money Charles borr

ground. I glanced at my mom, her face pale . The face that once bought men to their knees, won different beauty competitions and modeled for industries, was now filled with wrinkles. Her smile long gone f

of it ?" He didn't say a word, just nodded. I swallow

ive all that you're owed " . Who am I kidding. There's no way we'll be able to pay off the loan. I could sell my kidney, but that would

oney can't be paid, they would take

uld take everything and anyt

ever owned belonged to my mom. Including the house. Why would

d totally unfazed. I on the

de me suffer for years and now he's

ad and he wasn't a great husband either. We all experienced it. The pain. The trauma. We knew the kind of man he was, or we t

f we did, I doubt it would be able to cover the loan here " That was the tr

e's anything el

se of value that I nee

t is

re. Those hazel could definitely bring any girl to her knees. Good thing I was sitting though. M

ou

ipped a beat. Maybe

Excu

native . You in exchange for the money owed ". My jaws hanged in the air. Is this some kind of prank. How can he spill out

es remain cold. He is serious . My stomach tightened. The laugh returned to my stomach immediately. I suddenly fel

file, would be considered paid