They say the sixteenth birthday party is the most important birthday party of a girl's life. It is joyful and memorable. Mine started joyful everyone was happy, Dad was singing I was dancing with my mom. I felt like a princess that day, in fact, I am a princess. My daddy’s little princess. Everything changed in a blink of an eye and suddenly it became an unexpected memory. It was very memorable such that it left a scar in the corner of my heart.
"Mom, I can’t go. I’m scared." I said sniffling between words."You can do it, you have to." My mom said trying so hard to be brave but I can tell that she is scared. We all are."No, I can’t, I can’t do it, Mom. I can’t leave you." Tears streamed down my face as I wiped them away."You can and you will do it for me, for dad, and yourself." She said as I kept shaking my head disagreeing with her.She pushed me forward and waved her hands dismissively. "Go" She instructed"I can’t, I ca-" My throat felt like it was closing as I spoke each word. I can’t run away like that, I can’t leave them alone."Look at me." She said wiping my tears "You will do it, you are brave just like your father.""Running isn’t bravery." I sniffled between words."You’re not running yo-" She halted mid-sentence once she heard fast footsteps sounding towards us."I need you to listen to me, they are coming and you have to leave before they see you.""I-""You have to." She cut me off quickly wiping my tears and kissing my forehead "I love you, you will always be my little girl."I shook my head in disagreement. I can’t leave Mom alone, they killed Dad already and I’m afraid they will kill her too. She pushed me forward "Go, Delilah, go!"I didn’t want to run away and leave her but the pressure was too much and I quickly ran to the back door wiping my tears at every step I took. I finally got to the door but my actions halted once I heard a gunshot."Mom!" I breathed out. I turned around and I witnessed the most horrific scene in my entire life. It hunted me for every time, every day, every minute, and every second. I watched my mom get shot by a teenager who probably was his first time shooting. I watch him as he shot her not once, not twice but three damn times. There was no remorse on his face.*****I grasp as I jolted awake, hyperventilating. My blouse was covered in a cold sweat, my legs were shaking and my heart was swatting while I look around the room. I took a deep breath covering my face with my hands."It was just a dream, nothing more than a dream," I whisper to myself. Trying to calm down.I thought I was over this dream, but I guess I’m not. It’s been years since I started dreaming of that incident and I can’t seem to take it off my head. I exhale, throwing my head back on the pillow. My heartbeat was settling to its normal level and as I keep taking deep breaths.I instantly stand up from the bed as I recalled that it is my first day of work. Holy shit! I’m going to be late for work. I grabbed my towel, toiletries, and underwear and quickly head to the bathroom to take a quick shower.Once I was done, I wore my office clothes and head out of the room. Today is gonna be a long day. I can feel my palm burning with nervousness. I don’t know if I’m nervously concerned about the dream or the stupid kiss of last night. I feel like ripping my lips and replacing them with a new one. Richie is such a jackass for kissing me.I grabbed an apple from the counter as I walked out of the house. I won’t bother looking for Rebecca because I know she’s not back from the club. She probably oozing in a random guy's room.I got to the office and went directly to Richie’s cabin. I have some things to take care of, I figured since I’m his personal assistant, I will have the chance to get through his work and most importantly get the bloody information I have been needing to sabotage his life.I groan gazing at the scattered desk. "Holy crab!"The desk is such a mess, the files are everywhere, papers are basically all over the desk, and not to mention an empty coffee mug is kept on the table. Who in the hell leaves an office desk like this— or wait, Richie, freaking Maranzano. This is another reason for me to hate him more.As much as hate him I have to make sure everything is perfectly arranged before he arrives. It’s not my job but I can’t help but arrange it. I hate to see a disorganized environment. While arranging, I checked all the papers but to my surprise, they are all clean. Why does he have to be so secretive about this illegal work?That’s not a question that should be answered.Soon, the papers and files are arranged in order and I made a call to get a warm and comfortable coffee. The door creaked open when I was putting the flowers in the mini vase. I think it’s Jessica, she might have brought the coffee."You can keep the coffee on the table," I say without turning around"What do you think you are doing" My actions halted when I heard that voice. It’s Richie. I turned around to face him"Good morning, Sir- I mean, Mr- I mean Richie" I rambled awkwardly.Gosh! This man makes me crazy nervous."Why is my desk looking like that?" He asks with a questioning brow"It was a bit messy so I decided to" I halted mid-sentence noticing how uninterested he looked. I can tell he is not happy that I arranged his desk. I chapped my lips and finished the sentence. "I arranged the papers and files.""Did someone ask you to do that?" He questionedWell excuse me for being nice, I was just trying my best to be a good personal assistant and I know it’s not my responsibility to clean up your damn table but I did it anyways. So, if you don’t like what I did, you should just fuck off."No. I wasn’t asked to do it."He tug his hands into his pocket and began walking toward me. I stepped back at every step he took and as my body leaned on his desk, Richie was standing close to me, he was just a fingertip away from me. I gulped the lump in my throat as he angle his lips until they are a mere inch from mine. He gazes seductively at my eyes and then my lips."Don’t touch my things unless you are asked to." He whispers as his breath fan my face.I nodded awkwardly anticipating his lips to be on mine but they didn’t. Richie, still gazing at my lips, took the file kept behind me before stepping backward. He began walking towards the door and I was just standing there, astonished and rather shocked at how quickly I lost control of myself at his bliss."We still have that meeting." He called out pulling me out of my thoughts.What in the hell just happened to me? What was I doing? Was I just wanted him to kiss me? Oh lord, I need help."Get the rest of the files and meet me in the conference room." With that, he walks out of the cabin.I nodded and instantly grabbed the files and head out of the cabin. Throughout the meeting, my mind was dancing to one thing. How I lost myself in his bliss. This shouldn’t be happening, this isn’t what I was hoping for. I have to talk to Rebecca about this.Once the meeting was done, I head out of the office and got into the elevator. I dialed Rebecca’s number and she picked up on the second ring."Hey babydoll, how is your first day with Mr handsome." She says through the phoneDamn she’s right, he is handsome and it’s freaking me out. "It’s horrible, I hate fucking hate this day." I groan"Why?""I will tell you why, Richie is acting very seductive around me, and I so fucking hate it." I groan"Oh wow, I love what I’m hearing. Tell me more.""Are you fucking kidding me!""Oh please, quit whining, I’m pretty sure he’s driving you crazy.""No he’s not, that guy is a fucking womanizer and I didn’t come here to let him have me, I came on a mission and I-" I halted mid-sentence once the elevator door opened and I saw Richie standing in front of me."I will call you back," I muttered taking the phone away from my ear.Did he hear what I said? Oh my God, he did.His silence was killing me and as he makes slow steps toward me, like a lion preparing to attack its prey, I keep taking steps backward. He keeps walking closer to me and the next step I took, makes my back hit the wall."Rachel." His warm breath fans across my face sending chills down my spine. "We are having an office dinner party tonight and I want you to be my date."I am about to speak but before I could, his phone starts to ring and he stepped backward. "I will pick you up by eight." With that, he walks away to answer the call.It is night already which means a few minutes before the office dinner party. If it wasn’t for Rebecca and her dumb little influencing mouth, I wouldn’t have been getting ready. Goddamn! Richie didn’t even ask me to be his date, it was like a saying because he didn’t bother to hear my opinion on that.Rebecca has spent almost an hour painting my face all in the name of makeup and I’m fucking exhausted from that. "Goddamn! Becca, how long is it gonna take?" I say, groaning in annoyance "Just a few touches and we will be done." She responds I swear she has been saying that for the past thirty minutes. She applied a red lipstick on my lip and closed the tub before handing me a small mirror to look at myself. As I gaze at my reflection, the thoughts of my horrible sixteenth birthday party flashed through my eyes. That was the last time I had makeup done. I instantly dropped the mirror on the table trying so hard not to react."You don’t like the makeup?" Rebecca asks I gulped the lump
My eyes went wide as I kept to where I was sitting. I didn’t move an inch or say a word. My mind was blasting with questions. Questions like; what the hell Richie is doing? Why the heck is he doing this? Is this all part of a Mafia plan? What could they possibly want with me? When he said Rachel Green, was he referring to me? All these questions poured into my brain like a tidal wave.Richie and I don’t even know each other- well I know everything about him and I’m certainly sure that he knows nothing about me. With all my research I can tell that Richie isn’t the marriage kind of guy so why did he propose to me?I think I’m going to freak out. This is bad, this is very bad. I want to stop Richie but I don’t know how? Whenever I’m shocked, I lose myself just the way I’m losing myself right now. I feel like I’m paralyzed. My eyes were still locked on Richie’s eyes, he smiled at me and put the ring on my finger. "You make me feel complete." He whispers to me and then presses his lips on
I feel like today is going to be a great day for me. I always wanted to ruin or hurt Richie’s life either physically or emotionally and I think smashing a rejection in his face will be a small win for me. I have planned on how I will reject Richie, I am not going to do it in private, I will do it in public so everyone will know that Richie Maranzano is not every woman’s dream. Oh lord! This is going to be interesting, I can’t wait to do that. I have finished dressing up for work and was admiring myself as I apply red lipstick. "Rachel," Rebecca says walking into my room "Why are you up so early," I say looking at her through the mirror"We need to talk." "You broke up with your boyfriend didn’t you?" I asked turning back to look at her. I won’t be surprised if she did. "Not yet and it’s not even about me, it’s about you." She pointed at me "Those my lips look good?" I pout closing the lid of the lipstick."Oh wow! Is that red or nude?" She asks suddenly interested in what I’m say
"Is that what you want?" Rebecca asks through the phone as we're on a video call.A few minutes after I accepted Richie’s proposal, my phone starts to blast with calls, most were unknown numbers so I didn’t pick them up. The only call I picked up was Rebecca’s. She was beyond surprised and I am too. I didn’t expect to accept Richie’s proposal but here I am with a ring on my finger. "I don’t know, I was so confused at that moment and when I saw that evidence all I can think about is exposing Richie. And the only way I could think of is getting engaged with him." I say"I just feel like I will be able to get information and so many things about him now that I’m his fiancé." I continue "Well, you’re right on that but are you really sure about this? I just don’t want you to regret what you did.""I don’t know if I’m sure but even if I’m not sure about this, there is no going back. I have the ring on my finger and I did say yes.""That’s true. Anyways congratulations Richie Maranzino’s fi
"I want you to move in with me," Richie says "What? Why will I move with you?" I ask"Because I want you to." "Well, that’s not enough," I say. I can’t stand Richie, I hate him. If I move in with him, my life will be much worse than it already is. Acting like I don’t hate Richie and pretending everything is fine between Richie and me is killing me and if I move in with him, I might lose the little patience I have in me to tolerate him. Although this seems two ways sided, If I move in with him, it will be a great opportunity for me to get all the information I need about him and it will make it easier for me to ruin him. I don’t even think it will reach up to a month before I crush him into pieces. I will literally be his worst mistake. "I don’t want to pressure you into moving in with me but think about it, you’ve said yes and you are technically engaged to me. But it’s your choice, you can decide on whatever you want." He says "I don’t know, I’m-" I halted mid-sentence as I rethi
The ambulance arrives, and they force me away so they can treat Richie’s wounds and load him into the ambulance. I was worried that more blood would flow if I moved my hand, but thankfully it didn't. I hold on to Richie’s hand tightly as the ambulance drives. At the hospital, they force me away from him again. I feel like this is all my fault, if I had seen the plank falling down, Richie wouldn’t have rushed to save me and he wouldn’t have risked his life for me. While sitting in the waiting room, I consider if I should call one of Richie’s family members but I didn’t know how to tell them that Richie is in the hospital and is bleeding to death because he was trying to save me. I should be the one laying on the hospital bed, it should be my blood flowing out, I should be the one in pain. Richie doesn’t deserve all this. It’s my fault and I am supposed to be in there not Richie. If anything happens to Richie today, I will blame myself for it because it’s my fault. I want to ruin Ri
"You need help with the boxers?" I lean up to him and whisper as my hands rest on his waist, before nibbling on his ear as I take my mouth away. Richie is so hard against my stomach that I feel a little bad about what I'm going to do next."Yes," He breathes."Okay." I waste no time, quickly pulling down his boxers. I try my best to ignore the thought that crosses my mind as soon as I see him naked.He has such huge manhood. Cursing my pussy that is starting to get wet, my mind drifted to the thought of taking him right to the brink of coming, but then leaving him high and dry right before he does, so he knows to never touch me again. But another part of me; that I have no idea existed, wants him to fill me up and give me the kind of orgasm that would leave me breathless. I look up and stare Richie in the eye. I think it’s better I keep the game on and see where it takes me. He watches my tongue seductively flick out of my mouth, and his breath quickens. I will make him pay for all
I tangle in the sheets and blankets, laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lift my elbow slightly, the pillow tumbles over. My eyes were squinting as the sun shone through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on the bed. I slowly turn over to my back, my arm reaching to rest over my eyes. My alarm starts going on and off making me basically wanna die. It was blaring a random song I had in my music library and it just seemed to be getting louder and louder. Without opening my eyes I reached for my phone which is kept on the bedside table, I pressed a button and it went off. I turn around groaning, I didn’t get enough sleep last night. I turn around and begin to slowly open my eyes, before sitting upright. I stretch my arm and I turn around and notice that Richie wasn’t in bed. I wonder where he is. I take the covers off and head into the bathroom to freshen up. I don’t have any new clothes so I just wash my face and as I open the door and I see Richie st