Anna"Ugh, he is insufferable and annoying. I hope he gets hit by a bus," I muttered to myself, still seething from the fountain encounter with Davis. In front of the bathroom mirror, I angrily dried myself off and patted my wet hair, annoyance etched across my face. There was no way I could bear the rest of the night in this state. I needed to go home.As I decided to leave the bathroom, I accidentally bumped into someone. Strong hands caught me before I could stumble, and a voice with a touch of humor said, "Well, hello."I pushed back, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry. Clumsy me."The stranger in front of me had an easygoing demeanor, with dark, wavy hair and a charming smile that hinted at mischief. "No harm done. I'm Alex.""Annabella," I replied, introducing myself. "But my friends call me Anna or Bell."As we exchanged named, a voice from behind me cut through the moment. "Oh, so you're friends now. I guess we aren't, since I shall call you your full name, Annabel."I tur
11AnneWedding preparations were chaotic, anticipation filling the air. Mrs. Howard, set on orchestrating the perfect event, immersed herself in selecting the ideal location. Everyone seemed swept up in ensuring every detail was flawlessly arranged, except me.As the day approached, I found myself entangled in a web of decisions—decisions made for me. Bridesmaids' dresses, floral arrangements, ceremony details—all unfolded without my input. The illusion of choice made me feel like a mere pawn in a grand production.Now, at the wedding dress fitting, I stood before the mirror, twirling hesitantly. "Do we really have to go through with this?" I questioned, uncertainty lacing my words.Josie, my ever-supportive friend, adjusted a strand of my hair and sighed. "Anna, it's your wedding day. We have to do this."I frowned, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "But do we have to do it this way? Everything feels so... forced."Josie gave me a sympathetic look. "I know it's not th
12DavisAnnabel let out a huge scream, "What? Why do I have to stay on the couch?"I calmly unfastened my wristwatch, placing it on the sleek coffee table. "Because it's my home, and I make the decisions."As I prepared to head into my room, Annabel intercepted, her tone challenging, "Do you have another room or not?"I paused, meeting her gaze. "Well, I do, but it's occupied. Tomorrow it will get cleared out, and I guess you can stay there."" Ugh fine, I will stay on the couch. How annoying" she said taking off earrings and dropping it on the table beside the chair. "And another thing," Annabel quipped, "I need to bathe."I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Three bathrooms, pick one. Just stay away from my master's bedroom."Her eyes narrowed playfully, a mischievous glint in them. "Even when we... you know, you didn't take me there either.."I chuckled, unable to resist the opportunity to banter. "Wow, I must be so good in bed that you can't get that day off your mind, Mrs.
AnneMy face still burned from the unexpected encounter with Davis earlier. Images of the not-so-subtle display of his anatomy replayed in my mind. It was hard to shake off the memory – quite literally. I mean it was so hard. Why was I even thinking about that? I scolded myself, attempting to divert my attention. I needed to focus on class. Economics is undoubtedly better than… well, you know.It was a meeting of the top five student. A project in economics. I needed to handle. After this i know I would not be coming back to this school again. I immersed myself in the lecture, desperately trying to bury any distracting thoughts beneath the weight of economic theories and graphs. The complexities of supply and demand were far more important than any personal distractions, or so I tried to convince myself.But still I can't help but reason that thick hard… oh God. Just as I began to regain some semblance of focus, my teacher disrupted the lecture with a question that snapped me bac
DavisYet, as I observed her, an unexpected surge of protectiveness welled up inside me.However, why? She could handle her battles.I shook my head, attempting to remove the lingering sentiments. Ours was a marriage on paper, a deal sealed for appearances and family expectations.Yet, as Anna confronted the harsh realities of her world, I found myself entangled in emotions I hadn't thought I would be capable of.The air in the room grew heavier as I grappled with reconciling my logical detachment with this newfound concern for her wellbeing.She was my wife term that carried more weight than I initially acknowledged. Was it the responsibility that came with the title, or was there something else, something beneath the surface, that bound me to her?I couldn't pinpoint the source of this unexpected connection, but as she spoke about the challenges she faced, a subtle empathy emerged."I can't argue with the fact that it's a marriage of convenience," I shrugged, my tone carrying a hint
AnnaWeary, I stumbled into our shared space, my mind cluttered with the weight of overdue assignments.A groan slipped out, evidence of the fatigue from juggling university tasks and this newfound marriage.Opting to wash off the stress, I shuffled to the bathroom.The water's calming flow offered a temporary break, but upon emerging, a subtle realization hit me. One room had transformed, stripped down to just a bed and a note.Approaching cautiously, curiosity got the best of me. The note, unmistakably Davis Howard's, had its share of quirks."This ain't a master's bedroom, but it's doable. Paint it, however - D."Reluctance pulled at my lips, a forced smile forming. His unexpected gesture had a hint of consideration, a quiet nod to my existence, an effort to make this setup a tad more bearable. Still, the messiness of our connection lingered.The smile vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a lingering weariness. Davis Howard, a name synonymous with charm and schemes. I couldn
Anna."Henry…" I said, my words laced with unease. Encountering my ex in front of me during this drunken moment was not the best idea.My heart skipped a beat as he stumbled closer, his intoxicated gaze fixating on my masked face. "Anna, damn… you look so beautiful with a mask on," he slurred, his words punctuated by the pungent scent of alcohol.A wave of discomfort washed over me as he pulled me into an embrace, holding me against his unsteady chest. "I miss you.""Henry, let go," I insisted, attempting to disentangle myself from his grasp.The weight of him being close to me felt suffocating, and the memories of our past together resurfaced in an unwelcome flood.He tightened his hold, his movements fueled by alcohol-induced recklessness. "Anna, don't you get it? I need you," he declared, his breath hot against my face."Henry back off!! we're over. You can't just show up like this," I protested, my voice carrying a mixture of frustration and fear.His grip on me tightened, and he
AnnaThe Howard home exuded opulence, a blend of modern luxury and classic elegance. I found myself surrounded by plush furnishings and high ceilings as I entered the grand dining room, adorned with crystal chandeliers. The aroma of a lavish meal filled the air."Welcome to our humble abode, Annabella," Davis greeted, his tone masking any hint of discord. The table was set impeccably, a stark contrast to my usual modest lifestyle.I smiled in response, my eyes scanning the elaborate spread. My father, trying to maintain a composed demeanor, whispered an apology for the unfamiliarity of the setting.Mrs. Howard, a woman of refined tastes, observed me closely. The awkwardness was palpable as I, unused to such formalities, fumbled slightly with the cutlery. Mrs. Howard, attempting to conceal her disapproval, couldn't hide the slight tightening of her lips."Anna, dear, the fork goes on the left," Davis whispered discreetly, a flicker of amusement in his eyes."I-I knew that," I stammered