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I thank the delivery person and hand them a good tip. I bring the pizza and diet beverage to Christine's couch. I open the box and feel my mouth salivating from the delicious circle in front of me. Quite frankly, if Calvin wasn’t here, I would’ve devoured the pizza with complete ease. “This looks so good,” Calvin groans, I hum in agreement and take a slice. Calvin closes his eyes and says grace before he eats. I always forget that he is a Christian. I’m not saying that in a bad way. It’s just that with our casual relationship, I’d assume he would want to save like Christine. As I stuff my face with the delicious food, I remember Johnathan’s words. Something between Calvin and Christine caused him to not visit for over five years. I don’t know what (or who) it was, but curiosity is chewing my mind. Did he and Christine have a huge fight? Did someone get in between them? I really want to know. I swallow my food and look up to face him. “Calvin,” I mumble. The man turns to me with his
The Final Return PAILLARD
Tonight is a night that I will remember for the rest of my life. I don’t even know how to tell you that can properly describe how Calvin makes me feel. It isn’t just his hot skin against mine or the way he caresses my body like I’m a precious jewel. It’s because of the way my amplified feelings for him are causing me to feel everything tenfold. We are on the couch, basking in each other's presence. I slowly reach down for his prize below, but he then stops me. Does he want to stop? I put my hand away and I'm about to apologize, but he stops me. "Jessica, wait. I have a spare room that we can use. I don't think Christine would appreciate sleeping on her couch," Calvin explains. I nod, understanding that we can be in a much more private place. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I apologize. Calvin smiles and he lifts off of the couch. "Don't apologize, I also can't wait to sleep with you. I think it would be better if we do it in a better place than a couch," Calvin rea
The Final Return Part Three
I'm having a conversation with the receptionist on my phone. The woman that works in my local clinic rolls her eyes over the line as I try making an appointment tomorrow. She is telling me that the earliest day for an appointment with him is next Sunday, but I have to meet Stan on that day. I know what you're thinking and stop it. I still don't trust that man and his true intentions with Christine. But I have to say that he was right about my feeling for Calvin. Calvin and I are doing fine, and even though I can't stand the lying ass-crack, I'm going to give him a chance. Stan is going above and beyond to prove his good intentions. Calvin already trusts him (somehow), but I can't be too sure. There are some horrible people on this earth. And even though they may seem nice at first, their true selves usually show later on. And if that fucker lays a finger on Christine, then I will kick his ass. I don't care that he's at least five inches taller than me, and has more body mass. "Why
The Final Return Over It
Cooking breakfast for me consists of a bowl of cereal. That’s it. I don’t know what else to tell you. Now things are changing for the better. In the past four days, I have been cooking eggs, and bacon, chopping vegetables, and even making my lunch for work. I will admit that this is thanks to Calvin. I don’t know why but with him by my side, I feel like I can accomplish anything. He actively helps me cook around the kitchen, and he makes cooking fun for me (a true miracle worker). Calvin has to attend an online meeting he's hosting. It will be about four hours long. I did tell him that he can stay at my home. However, I won't be home until late. He doesn't want to stress me out so he politely declined. I'm thankful that he is taking my well-being seriously. I don't want him to be in the midst of something happening today. Calvin is standing next to me, cutting the vegetables. Meanwhile, I’m on the stove cooking our breakfast. I turn to my left and quickly pick a carrot piece and pop
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The Final Return F U
I am not a fan of confrontation. Quite honestly, I'd much rather walk away from the situation because it just isn't worth it. But I am not going to do that today. I am going to go talk to Gabrielle. And she will give me the answers I think I deserve. I always get what I want. But not yet, I have better things to do. I am in my empty studio, going over the final rendition of the recital. I play it in my head, listen to the track, and sync the choreography with the music. In total, there are four different dances. Two duos, a solo, and then a whole group dance. The premise of the dance is an enchanted forest. It follows magical creatures in the woods full of life. But then it is intruded on by monsters. A war between the magical creatures occurs, and it results in many causalities. Mother Nature (that's me) will then look around the carnage in shock and sadness. The recital will end with me falling to the ground. It's a little eccentric, but I think that I can be able to do it
The Final Return Amazing Agure
Tonight is the night of the recital. All of my hard work and my students' progress will be displayed for the audience to see. We have managed to rehearse wonderfully in the Royal Alexandre Theatre, and they seem to be in the right positions on the stage floor. This is crazy. Unlike my usual recitals, Jake went all out and sent tickets to everyone. Now the theatre is fully booked. He even got members of the Toronto Symphony Orchestra to play the violin concerto. He also hired movers who moved a harpsichord underneath the stage. My nerves crawl all over me and a cold chill follows. Dedication and devotion are evident in these children. And yet a simple trip or a wrong step can ruin everything. I huddle all of my class around a circle, and we put our heads in the centre. "Okay everyone, this is what all of our hard work is for. Let's make the people watching us be struck by our amazing dancing and storytelling. And backstage, we have some pizza as a reward," The kids smile and titte
The Final Return Vicious Admission
I'm trying, okay? As someone who cares for Calvin a lot, I am making an effort to ignore the first time he's EVER yelled at me. It's understandable though. No one is perfect, and sometimes you can't keep your composure. A week has gone by since my recital and our dinner. And each new day is making me feel so anxious. Why can't he just tell me what is going on? Does he not trust me? Is he thinking of breaking up with me? "Ms. Williams, are you okay?" I look down and see that Marie is tugging my pant leg. Worry is painted on the innocent girl's face. I sigh and nod. I muster up the non-existent composure and resume my class. Great, now my students are noticing my behavior. But I can't help it. I'm having a crisis right now. Luckily our class goes by smoothly, and 3 pm comes. And on queue, the parents come in and pick up the children. Once the class is empty, I pack my stuff and leave. I need to clear my head. As I walk to the exit, I see Marie sitting on the bench once again. Loo
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