It's Friday again, and it has been another week of pure euphoria and harmony. The bond between me and Andy has augmented tremendously, and I am so over the moon about it. We sit in this kitchen for hours enunciating about anything and everything in general after Angel goes to bed, enjoying our usual lemon and honey coffee which Andy can't skip even for a single day. The cooking in this house has become a permanent responsibility for me too. I prepare their.., sorry, our, every single meal, and I am so delighted for Andy's trust in me to do this. They love my food, so much, and now Andy does not eat anywhere else. No offence, but I am freaking bragging about it. It's an achievement for me. I am patiently waiting for that day he will ask me to be packing his lunch for him so that I can break my legs jumping up and down with joy. Meh! Deep sigh! That sounds like the eighth wonder. Aside from all that, I am also in equilibrium now because I know the bank will not be bugging my parents a
We are finishing up our breakfast, all bundled and ready to go to Rita's house in a few days, and I am so enthusiastic to see her again. Angel, too, can't stop telling us how much they're going to play with Alyssa. She has even loaded her toys into her bag. She is super excited, and I am happy for her too. Poor kid! Her father's disconnection from people made her grow up isolated, just like him. The only time she gets to fiddle with other kids is when she is at school and some rare times, like today. I sympathise with her. She is too young and innocent now, but what will happen in a few years? Will she still want to stay caged in this cage with her father? I hope when that comes and she wants to break out of this cage, Andy will let her. What I still can't stop mulling over is what literally transpired between Andy and his wife. And his family—why couldn't they love him, even his mother? Is there a particular side of him that I am still unaware of that drove people away from him? It'
"What's with the foul mood, man? Any man without a woman to drive him insane is lonely, starting with you." Ambrose insists on playing with fire, because this guy looks awfully pissed off. Nonetheless, they embrace in these slight buddy hugs that lasts for barely two seconds. "I must get you a blind date. Or a one-night stand one of these fine weekends. You need to exercise this tool man!" This idiot in the name of my bestie's husband doesn't know when to stop, does he? Screw him and his blind dates and freaking one-night nonsense!I feel that sharp pain in my heart again, but it suddenly disappears as soon as I hear Andy's response."I'll send you straight to hell with whoever you will have brought." I heave a deep sigh!"Okay, fine. But can you brighten up already?" Ambrose says to his boss while he shakes my hand."I am all good. Let's take a quick peek at something I received this morning." And here comes the annoying workaholic jerk! Eyes' roll!They start hiking to where I thin
They say love is an incredibly beautiful thing, but it doesn't come that easily. In my case, I would say that not everybody is fortunate to have that chance to love or be loved. I had renounced that chance since birth, when I knew absolutely nothing about life. I was conceived by mistake, according to the tales I was told, and my mother got rid of this mistake one year after giving birth to it, leaving me with her mother, my grandma, since my father denied me the moment he learned of my existence as just a seed in my mother's womb. I have no memories of my so-called mother. I don't even remember my so-called mother, because she never came back home or inquired about me after she left. The moment I learned to distinguish between right and wrong, my grandma took every opportunity she got to tell me how my mother did not want me and how she wished my mother had taken me with her because I was a burden to her. As little as I was, I don't think I deserved to know all that shit, but it beca
We are quietly steering in the rain, heading home after a long but fabulous day. We were so engaged in chit-chatting and watching movies that we lost count of time. It was only past ten that we decided to say goodbye. Unfortunately, the kids had fallen asleep, and the rain was pouring like hell. It still is. It took Rita and her husband a lot of persuasion to get Andy to agree to leave his daughter with them for the night. The guy went berserk at their proposal at first. I even thought they were unnecessarily squandering their energy and time, but eventually, his paternal humour won over his stubbornness, and he finally gave in, albeit unwillingly. We are still at odds with this niggar, but I am nonetheless pleased that he did what was adequate for Angel. I mean, I personally am shuddering just at the sheer notion of the cold outside, so what more a little girl like Angel? It wasn't worth the trouble, especially if it entailed disturbing her sleep. So here we are now, permeating our
"It's one thing for me to say all the dirt I fucking want, but it's another thing for you to go all dirty on me. You get that?" Everything stands still—the clock stops ticking, all the fury I was feeling a while ago for this guy fades away, and the stars in the sky align to witness this beautiful and peaceful domineering moment. I feel like I have been born again in his sweet, strong arms. I feel so warm despite the coldness surrounding us. He leans in closer to my face, sealing the gap between our faces and feeding me his rich-scented pheromones. Despite the heat burning my face, I force my eyes to gawk into his dark brown ones, seductively staring at my lips. I swallow hard as my lips part willingly with desire—the desire for this man.The sensation of his hand taking a slow, soothing stroll up and down my back is like a seducing lullaby, and I give in to its irresistible magic. As he leans closer, brushing his tempting sugar lips on my trembling, destitute ones, I shut my eyes, su
"Hey!" He whispers while on top of me, and I stroke his jaws to let him know that I can hear him. "I will feel like a complete jerk if you don't look at me." I know I have called him a jerk several times. I also don't know how it feels to be a jerk, but I know that it isn't a good feeling at all. I don't want him to feel anything like that after praising me so much while preserving my purity. How is that even possible? He is such a magical pleasure. I never knew something like that really existed until a while ago. I gather the little courage and strength left in me after all the trembling and moaning, and I open my eyes, meeting his. "Tell me you are okay." He asks the moment my eyes meet his, and I slowly nod, which makes him smile. "Are you okay?" I ask as my hand drops slowly to his chin, caressing his lower lip with my thumb.He looks at me without saying anything, and then he leans and gives me one last kiss, which I welcome gladly. "Thank you." He hums. I show him the most b
He gives me a quick glance, then he looks away, staring into space for a couple of minutes before dropping his hand on top of the duvet. I take his hand into mine and put my other hand on top of it, soothing him. "Some other time, please?" He looks at me, his eyes pleading with me not to insist, and I understand him. It must still hurt to talk about his life, or maybe he doesn't trust me with his secrets. That time will surely come, Andy, and I will be here waiting to listen to all your worries and fears, because I know those are the things holding you back from trusting again. "Okay. Forget everything else. Can you tell me how you became a filthy billionaire? You should be so proud of everything you have accomplished in life. Everybody in the world would want to be where you are." I smile at him, and he smiles back, brightening up a little. "Filthy, huh?" He asks with the most genuine smile I have ever seen on him. "This is all about God plus my handwork. I have built the AA empire