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His Masked Mistress

Chapter 3 Calls

Word Count: 1138    |    Released on: 13/01/2025

he faint sound of her breathing and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. Josh, a man of few words, hovered over her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of sa

ight of its contents unmistakable. Celine's eyes widened slightly as she sat up, her legs still wobbly from th

he whispered, h

plied, his eyes never leaving

his skin from their recent shower. The room smelled faintly of sex and the scent of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and

ay. The money meant a lot to her, but she couldn't help feeling a little used, a little cheap. Bu

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Celine alone with her thoughts and the envelope. She

forgiving illness. Their mother had been taking care of her, but now Celine would have to take over. The weight of responsibility sa

lp but wonder what kind of man Josh was. What kind of life did he lead outside of this s

e for the night. The words were cold, almost dismissive, and she felt a pang of sadness. But she had no time

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ed into his sleek, black car and drove through the quiet streets, his mind racing. Celine was an escape, a way to feel alive amidst the stifling m

loor sent a shiver down his spine as he made his way to the bedroom. Amelia, his wife, lay there, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She turned to loo

slapping against the duvet echoing in the room. "Take i

this. The bruises on her body were a constant reminder of his temper. She felt a tear roll down her cheek as she reached ou

s all he could think about. The music thumped in his ears, the bass vibrating through his bones as he stepped into the dimly lit room. The scent of expensiv

feeling of emptiness that had crept in. He found himself longing for the simplicity of Celine's pain, the

s voice was weak, but she tried to hide her fear.

then the words that would change her world forever

this, was gone. She sank to the floor, the phone slipping from her hand as sobs racked her body. The house

alled, all she got was his voicemail, the sound of his voice taunting her with his indiff

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