3years ago
"You look beautiful sweetheart, this time it will be different I promise". I heard that so many times I have lost count luckily for me, I don't live with my mom anymore. I live on campus second year of college, I graduated highschool 2years earlier. So I don't have to go through all of this all over again. There is so many times I missed my twin sister she would have so much to say right now. So here we go again, I take one last look in the mirror my natural white blond hair frames my face. I left it the way it is, it's long and curly. One of the many features all 8 my girlfriends love to rave about. I have to admit I adore my hair, it's long and goes down just underneath my waist. I never wore makeup unless I went out, which is why I could hardly recognize myself. My pink and purple colored eyes were framed with my extra long eyelashes. I were the only person in the world with pink and purple colored eyes and to mom it made me special and unique. In the eyes of the world it made me weird, and a freak. My friends continously reminded me, that it was my best feature. Science can't explain it, but me and my twin sister used to be identical except for my eye color. She had our moms gorgeous blue eyes, and I were stuck with this. I straightend my dress, check my red lipstick and out we went.The car drive was quite, I guess my mom were just as nervous as me meeting her new man. It always went the same, they were charming and sweet. Until my mom got married, then you barely recognize the difference. It were like two different people, but she kept believing and so did I. The drive was short, but to me it felt like forever.At arrival the restaurant were classy, decorated to perfection. I followed my mom as she walked infront of me, she was tall and had curves on all the right places. She truelly is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Long luscious blonde hair in curly waves like mine, and a smile that can lit up like the fourth of July. Her laughter always brought a smile to my face.I was happy if she was, it's our thing. But she is also extremely strong and brave. I adored my mom, we walked between all the tables as we heard the whispers and gasps. And then we reached them Mr.Clark and his son whose name I would love to forget. But now it was branded inside my skull. Mr.Clark also known as Richard and my soon to be stepfather is attractive I should give him that. Tall with salt and pepper hair. His smile breathtaking, and living proof that chivelray is not dead. All the more reason for me to back down and back of, but then I turned to him. Keegan Kruger Clarkhis bright blue eyes can see right through you I swear, and that side smile could make me scream his name. But then again, I know his type. But let me be honest I have never seen a beast of a man like him. With pitch black midnight hair, short at the sides and long at the top with a couple of stray strands in his eyes. Hell. Those gorgeous eyes framed with pitch black eyelashes that most woman would kill for. This man is meant to be a piece of art, a greek god of some sorts. I stood in awe staring, until I realized everybody was waiting for my reply. Immediatly my face flushed and I turned bright red, I could feel my ears lit up. And I immediatly averted eye contact, looking down and then back up I saw humor in his eyes and just like that the spell is broken. He is defintely used to the attention, used to woman acting like fools around him. Well... that just wont be me.Keegan P.O.VMy father barely dated, after my mother left him to raise a child alone he never looked at a woman. Until he started seeing Madelyn Evans a couple of months ago. He was smiling, laughing and all of the sudden texting like crazy. I am a ex Navy SEAL and medically discarged a couple of months ago. Now I have to start taking over my fathers company as only heir.I have never dated before, it has never been a thing for me. I have a extremely possessive and obsessive personality disorder. The therapist diagnosed me with psychotic tendancies, but my father wrote it of as ambition. Nothing wrong with knowing what you want and working hard to achieve your goals.But then I met her, my angel. The woman who at first sight made me lose all of my senses and flip the switches of every single tendancy I have ever had. I wanted her, craved her, protect her with every fibre of my being. I heard the gasps and whispers, and as I look up I saw her. Her mother and my fathers girlfriend was walking upfront, the only way I know is how fast my father got up. But my eyes focused on her, my heart rate sped up. She introduced herself to my father and the to me, Catalya Evans even her name is breathtaking. She's short 5.2ft and fragile she has the face of an angel and a body made for sin. I couldn't move, and it appears neither could she. I couldn't help but smile. Now finally I have something worth waiting for, something worth working for. I wanted her, and she will be mine no matter how long it takes. No matter what I have to do. Let's just say this is about to get interesting and I couldn't wait to see what happens next.Present"Look whose here" Alexandria calls over my shoulder. The music is extremely loud, and with the bright lights I can barely hear or see anything. But I turned around and yes there he is. Keegan, it's funny how he just always happen to be around. Its strange really,but then again this is his club so I shouldn't be that suprised. He looked sexy as hell as always, not much have changed in that category. Women just lined up, I mean he is sort of the whole package deal right. Intellegent, attractive, wealthy,bad boy exterior. Two women on either side of him just drinking his usual whiskey. But he is staring right at me, eyes dark and as he tilts up the glass taking a sip without taking his eyes off of me. I sort of wonder what is going through his mind right now. It's always been like this, his eyes follow me everywhere wherever I go. I always feel like the prey, and him the tiger. Why not a lion? well the male lion never do the hunting the female does. And once again the reason I
Deep breath in, deep breath out. I tried like hell to calm myself, I have been shaking non stop since I left the club. I couldn't breathe, just breathe. I cried all the way home. I can't believe what I just did, why do I keep doing this to myself. Why do I keep getting myself in situations like these. I struggled to sleep throughout the night, I suffered from insomnia I barely slept and when I did I had severe night terrors. Waking up screaming, crying. So I would stay up and write some songs, or busy myself with art.I walked around my apartment, I love my place. It might be small, but it's always filled with laughter. I learned quite early in life that it's not the size of the house it's the friends,family, smiles and laughter that makes it a home. And my 2bedroom apartment have a lot of memories branded within these walls. I took a moment to just breathe it all in, all the times we shared and all the trouble me and my friends love to get into. I guess we each have something in commo
I barely made it home after dinner that night, when my phone started it's familiar ringtone. " Just checking in" And everybody started calling out their names, one after the other. I love my group of crazy friends they always knew how to make me feel good. Each one would say their names and started talking about their day,it was our thing. Until they all turned their attention to me."So how was your day Cat? Oh, and how was dinner with your fam?" Everbody went silent waiting for my reply, should I tell? " My reply tipped everybody off, it's what happens if you know each other for as long as we did. "It went great, jip my day was great, dinner was great. Everything went just great" Thats the moment they knew something was up. "Was Keegan there?" Of course Alexa would ask that." Jip" My voice started to shake as memories of the night started to flood back. "And? how is he?" And just like that I couldn't keep it to myself any longer and I just started telling them everything. The line we
A year ago"Come here your whore" Jason yelled at me. He loved to call me that when we went out and some of his friends were looking at me. I got severly punished if another man looked at me, which caused me to completely change my style. I never wore revealing clothing anymore,and never did my makeup. Yet, I always got punished, I was never allowed to talk to another guy. And whenever we were around his friends, I had to look down talking to him. It weren't always like this, in the start of or relationship he was respectful, loving and caring. He always opened up the car door for me, and I fell inlove he always reminded me of how lucky I am to have a guy like him. And at first I believed him, he worked hard and I was so invested in us. I wanted to make him happpy in all the ways he made me happy. I made him my entire life, at first he didn't want me to go out with my girlfriends. Scared I might get hurt, and it made me feel like he truly cared about my well being. So my girlfriends w
For the next week me and Keegan texted nonstop, All trying to figure out exactly where we both might be heading to,trying our best to compromise and meet each other half way, he wanted a relationship. An all exclusive relationship, with the extremely big possibility of marriage and a family. I tried to negotiate for something a little more lighthearted. Since I am a poor negotiator trying to negotiate with a business man I decided it just weren't the effort. So instead I came up with the idea of rules, we called it the rules of engagement. And these were my terms and conditions. 1. I struggle with trust, every single man me or my mom dated cheated. So I have to know that, that's off the table. I have full access to you whenever I want or need you. 2. No working late, if you're not at the office where you are suppose to be. 3. Girlsnight is a very big deal for me, you are allowed to tag along. But I do not want to see you or hear you unless, you're there to protect me. It's an exclusiv
For the next couple of weeks things were going great between me and Keegan, we hung out every single weekend and after work he would either come over to my place or I would go over to his. I would cook us dinner and we would ask how each others days went. He gave me a run through about his days in the Navy and how it were some of the best days of his life. I would tell him all about my time in college and how much fun me and the gils had. I told him more about my sister who passed away in the car accident when we were 14years old and just exactly how badly I took it. How depressed I felt most days, and how I am still on PTSD medicine to help carry me through each and everyday. I didn't tell him all of it, I knew he would run as soon as he knew the whole truth about my past.7 years agoPlease stop, please I begged my stepfather for the millionth time,I knew it would all be useledd he never listened anyway. As he had me in a strong grip, he ripped of my shirt and I knew to never scream
We have been exclusively dating now for about a month, and I wanted to do something special for Keegan. So I laid rose petals all the way from the door to the bedroom, I made small little snacks for dinner and lit candles everywhere. I even dressed up for the occasion, I wore a sexy red number with a garterbelt. I skipped makeup and wore my hair lose. But when he got home, he didn't notice all of this at first. Since Richard came home with him, and I heard their argument. It was about him refusing to date anyone else, how he was inlove and would not be forced into anything he did not want to do. This was about the time I stood there akwardly trying my best to cover up. But even if I tried to sneak out they would see me, it was a useless plan. So where were I suppose to go, they both turned my way and froze in an instant. I could feel my cheeks heat up to a thousand degrees as Keegan smile started to widen. Hell I loved it when he smiled, he had this trimmed beard thing going on that j
As time went on, I could feel myself falling deeper for Keegan, his smile and laughter was the most beautiful music. His touch made me feel save and every time I would get nightmares, he would chase the monsters away. The times we spent together were some of the best times of my life. He loved volunteering with me, and never did he try to change who I was. He just accepted me for who I was no questions asked.“Girls Night”’ all of us called out as we shared our very first drink. It’s Thursday and we all needed this, Keegan flew for a business trip last night . And he made it clear that he didn’t want to go, that much was obvious not that he had much of a choice. So we spend most of the day together trying to pack, but each and every time we would end up making love instead. So, tonight is the first time without him really, and I had to get out of the house. It was suffocating me since Keegan wasn’t there. He wanted me to go with him but I wanted this to be a trust test. A time we coul