Matthew Anderson.True to his word, Enzo arrived twenty minutes after I did. I waited in my car until my security team showed up at the scene. All this so I don’t have to deal with unpleasant pushes or hits. Journalists can become actual sons of bitches when they want to, all to get the news first.Once inside, I politely greeted Enzo and Steph. Every day I feel prouder of myself since I have learned to manage my jealousy and my possessiveness. In these moments, I know Enzo cares for her and loves her just like I do, and she, although she doesn’t recognize it, I know she loves us both. God! I didn’t think I’d be able to share, but being close to Steph, I’ll take any piece she wants to give me.The three of us headed to Judge Barrett’s office, who was waiting for us. The prosecutor knocks on the door and quickly welcomes us. We were instructed that only he and Steph could talk. Marie sent her a certificate saying that she cannot subject herself to high levels of stress, since her pregn
Stephanie Miller met a boy when he was eight years old. It was the first day of spring, the one in which a soft fresh breeze accompanies the sun’s rays, and it is possible to observe the first flower buds. The colors are bright and invite you to enjoy the environment. She was visiting with her mother at the state park in downtown Manhattan. While she was playing with her little wooden boat in the lagoon, this boy sat next to her and placed his boat into the water. Then he turns around and watches her with amusement, his big blue eyes shining. He tells her confidently, “I really like boats a lot. What about you?” Steph, without being able to articulate a single word to her tender six years, looked at him open-mouthed and just smiled shyly at him, blushing, while she nodded at his words in complete silence. He smiles back at her, even bigger than before, as he says, “My name is Matthew, but everyone calls me Matt. What’s yours?” Almost inaudibly, she tells him, “Stephanie, but ever
Stephanie Miller. I open my eyes and the light hits my vision. I look at the time and sit bolt upright in bed, knowing I’ll be late for work because I stayed up late at night with Matt. We have wanted to become parents since we have been together for almost twenty years. The good thing is that, despite the time, we continue to love and desire each other with the same intensity. First, we had agreed to finish our careers. Then, to be able to establish ourselves and prosper in our positions. And so it has been. So, a while ago, I stopped taking the pill, and we practiced making babies every single night. “Come on, dear, stay with me a little longer.” “No, Matt, I have to get up. I can’t be late today. I have an important operation early now.” “Ugh! Your patient’s brain tumor will still be there, even if you are a little late.” I open my eyes wide, turn around and tell him. “Wow, that was dark. Come on! Stop being so lazy. You also have important meetings early. Didn’t you want
Stephanie Miller.I sped out of there. I hid behind the house so that no one would see me, so I could calm all the emotions that were overwhelming me. What the fuck was that? With my sister? Is he cheating on me with my sister? Isn’t he supposed to hate her, or was all a lie?I sigh at the million questions forming in my head. I take a deep breath and try to maintain my composure. I won’t make a scene. Even though my heart is breaking into a thousand pieces, I refuse to give them satisfaction.I swallow the lump in my throat, fix my clothes and walk slowly upright, as I always do, proud of myself, but my face shows no emotion. I get to where everyone is and head towards dad.“Dad, I must go. I’m exhausted. It was an eternal day because I had so many operations.”“My dear, you shouldn’t work so hard. You don’t need it!” my father says with concern in his eyes. I smile faintly as I take his hands. “Dad, you have raised a professional daughter who is brilliant in her field. I will not
Stephanie Miller.Two weeks later…I returned home after having a long and exhausting shift at the hospital. It was a very hard day, on which I didn’t even have time to have lunch. My last patient died during the operation, because of cardiac arrest. By the time Amelia arrived in the operating room, it was too late.So, I really need a warm soak in the tub, a glass of wine, and to sleep for the rest of the night. When I enter the apartment, the lights are off and many candles illuminate the place. Standing next to the hallway, Matt is waiting for me with an enormous bouquet of white roses, my favorites.“What is all this, my love? Did you prepare it?”“Well, yes, although I must admit that I received a little help. Remind me to say thank you to Emily.”“Oh! That’s why she wasn’t at the hospital around three.”Matt smiles at me happily as he approaches me. He takes me by the waist while he tells me with his hoarse and seductive voice, “Happy twenty years of knowing each other, dear.”
Matthew Anderson. After Liam told me that Stella was somehow involved in the mysterious calls received by both Steph and me, I felt my blood boil. I became livid! But I must admit that it doesn't surprise me at all. She has always envied Stephanie, for her family, for her life, and for me. One night, before the kissing incident two weeks ago, when we stayed at his father's house, she got into my bed, offering herself as if she were a prostitute. I said to her, “Stella, for the sake of the family and to protect your reputation, disappear from my sight! You don’t want to find me in a bad mood.""And out of the deep love I have for your sister, I won’t say what you’re trying to do. But listen to me carefully, child.""You approach me like this again and I swear I will expose you in front of the entire society, like the whore that you are. Stay away from us and, above all, stay away from my fiancée!” After the kissing incident, Steph banned me for a week. She talked to Stella and in t
Stephanie Miller.I sped from the apartment, leaving Matt fuming. The terrible thing about our fight is that I know he is right. My sister always tries to ruin everything good that can happen in my life. She often looks for excuses for us to fight. All the discussions we have had have been about her. I don't know why I keep falling for her excuses every time something happens and my trust in Matt diminishes even more.I always wanted to have a little sister. My childhood was very lonely. Matt has been my friend, my partner, my everything. I know I shouldn’t have fought with him over her; I know! But once we got into fight mode, there was no turning back. We are both too stubborn to give in. Those are things we love about each other.I walk aimlessly, immersed in my thoughts, deciding what I will do. I could go and face Stella right now, but I feel very affected by the fight. If I faced her right now, she would only allow herself to hurt me even more than she already had. Every day th
Stephanie Miller.After Matt found me in the park, we returned to the apartment to consummate the reconciliation and, I must say, he was more passionate than usual. He made me cum five times in a row, and he still wanted more. It’s such a wonderful thing to know that, despite time, we can still love each other in different ways and Matt... Is a spectacular lover. Every time he makes love to me, he makes me cum in a thousand ways, always trying to make me satisfied before he does.I open my eyes lazily and see the dim light that sneaks through the curtains. I don’t know what time it is, but I’m just happy to know that it’s the weekend and I’m not on call. I groan at the realization of having to get up, because my stomach is rumbling and I stretch on the bed, protesting. Out of nowhere, someone caresses my hip with a pair of warm hands and continues to touch my clit furtively after reaching my center. I smile at the sensation he provokes in me, and I turn so I can observe him and giv