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Love Under Fire The red dress
NancyThe following afternoon, I decided to make a delicious dinner for my friend as an apology for what had happened between us in the fitting room of that clothing store. I understood that Lanie only wanted the best for me; it was hurting her to see me as low as I was. She was trying so hard to help me that it was time for me to thank her in some way. So I decided to make steak with mashed potatoes, some typical food, to remind her of home. I was seasoning the steak to cook when my cell phone rang, receiving a call. I picked up the device to see who was calling me, and my blood froze when Bruce's name was there on the screen. Likewise, I dropped the device on the kitchen counter and recoiled my hand as if I had been stung by a bee. Why the hell was this man calling me? What did he want for me? Couldn't he see that I hated him now and that I was repulsed? Disturbed, I picked up the cell phone again and answered at once. "What do you want?" I asked dryly. “You really lost track of
Love Under Fire Cherry Nightclub
NancyLanie understood perfectly how to groom a woman until she was beautiful, because, in the end, when I looked in the mirror, I definitely didn't recognize myself. My darkly highlighted hair was wavy and voluminous around my head, so soft and silky; the velvet red lipstick attractively outlined my mouth; the dark eyeliner around my eyes highlighted the blue of them; the red dress fit so elegantly and sexy on my body; on my feet, a high but comfortable heel; in my hand, a matching purse. I spun around on my own two feet to take a better look at myself, completely dazzled by my transformation. “What a beautiful woman! I would give you twenty-five years at most, Nancy,” said Lanie with a proud smile at the result of her work. “You really outdid yourself,” I praised her. She also looked pretty wearing a tight skirt and a strapless blouse that looked perfect on her. “We both look beautiful,” I added with a smile. “So let our girl's night begin!” She declared being excited, and I also
Love Under Fire In the middle of the night
NancyI looked towards the man who had just arrived in the alley. There was little lighting there, so I couldn't see him clearly, but it was enough to draw the attacker's attention. The guy leaning over me looked at the silhouette. "Mind your fucking business; don’t get involved!” He hissed in the new man's direction. But the man didn't give up and approached; although there was little lighting there, I could now see his face. “I just decided that this is my business now,” he declared, grabbing the rapist by the shoulder and pulling him away from me. I finally found myself free. “Do you want to die, you son of a bitch? The aggressor shouted, returning the attack, wanting to punch the man, who dodged and only punched the attacker in the stomach. The two were grappling now, both rolling on the ground while throwing punches. I didn't stay there to see how far it could go; I ran out of there as if my life depended on it. For a moment, I didn't even realize where I was going; I just wan
Love Under Fire His Identity
Nancy“So you want to report an attempted rape, ma’am?” the officer asked me. I was at the city police station, sitting in front of the police, with the man who helped me, sitting in the chair on my right side and my aggressor lying on my left side. I nodded in response, being a little shy. “Yes, officer. I want to report an attempted rape,” I said. I had hit that man until I lost strength in my arm, and the man had even passed out. Likewise, I had taken a deep breath and felt relieved, so I accepted a ride from the man who helped me, and he took me to the police station. “Take this, to clean your hands,” he had said to me as he offered me a paper towel. There was blood on my hands, blood from my aggressor. “Thank you." I thanked him, taking the paper towel and cleaning my hand. But I remained silent almost the entire time because I had a lot to take in, and I mentally thanked my helper for not interrupting my thoughts. He didn't judge me or make any comments about my aggressive b
Love Under Fire The gentleman
NancyHis name was Jake Gardner, he had told me. He was an intriguing guy who always seemed to have a solution to every event; he had an enchanting charm that drew me in, and I couldn't deny it. “You’re not exactly from this city, are you?” He asked after a while, still driving his car. I was sitting next to him with his coat still on my back, suddenly feeling very aware of his presence next to me. “Um… Yes. I'm actually from Denver,” I replied a little shyly. “Oh, Denver. A good city; I remember spending my childhood there,” he said wistfully, his hands still on the steering wheel. "For real?" I asked in surprise, looking at him. He was laughing lightly. “I remember my friends and I would always go to the mall to play video games after school, and then I would come home really late, and my parents would fight me about it,” he said. “So I feel sorry for your parents for having a kid as troublesome as you then,” I replied, chuckling. "So it is. Those were good times,” he comment
Love Under Fire No regrets
CandaceDenverI had barely left my room since the night Bruce and I were caught in the act by his wife. But leaving my room for what? To get the Mortons' condemning looks on me? I was already so frowned upon in that family, so imagine now that I was Harald's adulterous wife. Clearly, they wanted to burn me alive at the stake. That's why I avoided contacting them; I preferred to stay there in my room, chatting on social media with my friends, and waiting patiently until my husband returned from his trip and gave his ruling on my future. I knew I was in a bad spot because not much was in my favor now. My marriage contract wouldn't protect me from anything if I was to blame, and I was sure that Harald, my husband, would want to divorce me as quickly as possible; after all, he was eager to get rid of me. That bastard! He hadn't been happy with our wedding; while I was just bursting with happiness, he was there looking at it all with a displeased frown on his face, as if he were being fo
Love Under Fire The next day
Nancy When I woke up the next morning, I was slightly startled when I noticed the man lying in bed next to me, so I tried to remember what had happened the night before. Lanie and I were at a nightclub, and an abuser tried to force me, but an attractive guy saved me from him. I stopped at the police station, and then I remembered my rescuer being kind and taking me to Lanie's house, but I didn't get out of the car because the man suggested going somewhere else. After all, according to him, our night was just beginning... His name was Jake Gardner, and he was now lying in the same bed as me. My eyes were wide, and my face flushed as very compromising images from last night flashed through my mind, giving me away. Apparently, I had really enjoyed myself… I got out of bed immediately, realizing that I was naked. I pulled the sheet to cover my body, completely embarrassed, but I ended up pulling the entire sheet and discovering Jake's body, who was also without clothes. Furthermore,
Love Under Fire The daring to be happy
NancyI immediately left that promiscuous motel with my head lowered in shame and took the first taxi that came my way. I wanted to hide, bury my head in the ground, and disappear because I was so ashamed of myself. What was I thinking? That I was about twenty years old and could do crazy things like that? I decided to blame Bruce; he was the one who had destroyed my life until I reached the point of losing my sense and decency like that. My God! Was that policeman really a good person? What if he told someone what I had done with him? My God, what a shame! I slid my body into the taxi seat, muttering in disgust. I was finished! When I arrived at Lanie's apartment, I was thankful that she wasn't in the house, and then I immediately went to my room to change my clothes and get back into my decent clothes. I tried to fix my hair, but I wrinkled my nose when I realized that there wasn't much I could do anyway. My hair was short, even at neck level; I had never left it that short. Good
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