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Her Man, My Man

Her Man, My Man

Author: WriterStar
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Chapter 1 The Widow Maker

Word Count: 1322    |    Released on: 20/09/2024

her chest and felt her heart beating like a drumline. At any other time she would have been wailing because of the sudden noise that had brought her back to reality, disgu

ess of unknown hands tracing her skin while her wrists hanged above her head, blindfolded of course. To have her body tremble from the vibrating clicks against her walls. Now, the mere thought of having all that with a

r body to soft silk mattress. As she settled in, she

o straight to the kitchen... scrap that, I want the kitchen to come straight to me in bed and all I'll have to do is the streneos task of ri

thick lashes that added to her alluring pear-shaped figure. She reached for her iPad, and her gaze fell upon the fir

d on the way to the cold bathroom floor. As she eased herself, her gaze fell on her iPa

became her junior assistant, Madison had been cleverly searching for ways to get rid of her, Rita had unintentionally became an im

her curves, and grabbed her leather jacket. As she made her way to the agency, the journey seemed to stretch on indefinitely, its usual distance magnified by the fact that she had to walk all the way. Her decision to exhaust her f

't do anyth

he office, a jumbled stack of boxes stood like a testament to Madison fragmented identity, topped with mannequin heads adorned with an assortment of wigs, each one a repre

as she stepped into Madison office. Behind her desk, the queen sat, wearing her brown coat which she onl

the smirk and direct eye contact scream I've got you now.

this was coming, but hearing out l

derstand your cu

rly nice smile, Rita

t and Rita's heart sank "My daughter Emily is getting married

on, scared to be mocked at. "I'm sorry, Madison" she

iving her a cynical advise.

two failed weddings

sulting statement but her unfurnished studio ap

with Emily and help her avoid making the same mistakes yo

ita, it's sting fueled by the prese

I can't do it",

raging frown. "Rita I'm asking you as a f

k her hea

blow, she uttered a curt "Very well. Emily will consider it bad luck anyway." With that, she turned away, her gaze shifting to a nearby cabinet as

to slide it across the desk like she

oughts. Why is this woman still her role model

was laced with disdain as she addressed Rita, her tone imp

as she stepped closer to Madison, who leaned ag

d, making Rita's skin crawl. The silence between them grew increasingly uncomfortable, until Madison finally

"The folder?" But Madison's response was an intimidatin

e me repeat

son's gaze continued to hold Rita capt

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