Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
More books fell around us.
The tremors of my orgasm surged through me.
“Oh. Oh.”
He gripped my hips even harder, squeezing them as I came around his cock.
“Oh!”
The pleasure was too much, to the point that all I could do was explode.
Time slowed down.
My body spasmed. My vision blacked out, and the world shattered to nothing. It was only his cock, his groans, his expensive cologne, and the sound of more books slamming to the floor.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”
A primal loud sound left him, and he came with me. “Maya!”
His cock pulsated and my pussy contracted around him as hot cum flooded me.
His thrusts shifted to fast bucking. “Oh, Maya. Take all of it.”
Then, a loud bell chimed off in the distance.
I panted. “What the hell is that?”
Groaning, he slipped his cock out of me and slowly lowered my body. “It’s the signal right before the auction that happens at midnight.”
“Oh, so then—”
An overwhelming feeling of dizziness washed over me.
I blinked.
Wait. What’s happening.
“Maya?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away. “Do you feel that?”
My stomach twisted.
“E-ethan—”
My reality began to spin, and I wasn’t even sure if I was still in the library. My hands no longer felt bound with the belt buckle, but I could feel nothing else.
I screamed, not sure if he could hear me. “It’s starting over again!”
Then, I felt as if my body had abandoned me, and I was in a freefall.
No. No. I didn’t want that moment to end!
I shut my eyes.
My entire being shook with terror, as my insides churned and my mind spun wildly like a tornado, unleashing a cascade of fear and confusion that threatened to drown me.
My sanity felt like it was slipping through a fissure in time, reality crashing around me like shards of shattered glass and leaving me petrified in a maelstrom of despair.
Goddamn it!
Then, Michael Jackson’s Remember the Time played around me.
Oh my fucking God!!
I opened my eyes, more pissed than ever before.
I’d been drowning in pleasure with a man that I was slowly falling in love with, and now I had returned to this damn limo full of people that I thought I knew but had no idea who the hell they truly were.
I’m done with this time loop. I want my nights back. I want my days back. I want tomorrows! And I want Ethan for several hours! Days! Weeks! Months! Years!
Now with the repeated memory beginning again, there was no aftershock of pleasure slipping through my body, no remnants of what had occurred between Ethan and me.
My body returned back to normal.
Unfucked and untouched.
No one killed me, and I didn’t leave the property. Now you’re telling me that everything starts back over at midnight?
All around the limo, everyone happily jammed to the song.
I frowned and watched them.
Claire clapped to the beat. Shi snapped her fingers. Horace swayed. Bernard nodded in time with the beat and chuckled to himself. Even Ryan raised his filled champagne glass and moved it back and forth.
So fake. All of them. Who are these people?
Claire yelled over the music. “Yes. I love M.J!”
And I screamed, “Turn that damned song off!”
Everyone snapped their views to me. Claire parted her lips in shock. Shi froze with her hands still in the air. Horace raised his eyebrows. Ryan rolled his eyes, and Bernard pursed his lips together.
Claire leaned her head to the side. “Umm. . .Maya, what did you say?”
“Enough!” I fisted my hands and raised them over my head. “I’m so fucking tired of that song! Over and over and fucking over! Yes, M.J. I remember. I fucking remember!”
Horace frowned. “But, we just turned it on—”
“Enough of that damn song! I swear to God if this song goes to the chorus, I’m going to kill someone in here!”
The driver shut the song off.
Silence filled the space.
And everybody sat still as they stared at me.
“Good.” I glared at them and leaned back in my seat. “Now we can talk, and be real for once.”
Chapter 15
Keep It Real
Their masked faces stared back at me. My so-called friends wearing masks under masks, constantly hiding their true selves.
Bernard let out a nervous chuckle. “Is. . .everything okay, Maya?”
He hides behind the façade of laughter.
Claire began twisting her huge diamond ring on her finger. I always knew it was her tell-tale sign for being uncomfortable. But now I looked deeper into it.
Maybe, the twisting was to put the viewer’s focus on the diamond. A way to let the wealth cover and camouflage her.
Horace sat up in his seat. “Maya?”
I frowned at him.
“What do you mean that now we can talk, and be real for once?”
I shook my head. “You all are hiding behind masks.”
Claire let out a long breath. “It’s a masquerade party, Maya, that’s why we are wearing them.”
“Yeah, but you all wear masks on other days to. Hiding. Concealing.”
“Wow.” Claire twisted that diamond ring some more. “I think we should just put the music back on—”