He was mad at her. But mostly angry was with himself, who was still missing her so badly, his body was asking for her, but his selfishness and pride prevailed, his anger for her betrayal and the thought that everything she had told him was just a big lie to achieve her purpose.
Lies, all lies. Her feelings for him. Her need for him. All terrible lies.
He left the glass on the table noisily and sank his head in his hands. With the innocence of her gaze, she managed to convince him. With the sweetness of her eyes, she made him her prisoner. H
The woman approached her, feeling guilty about what she had done. "Don't worry. I will buy a new cell phone for you. Please don't cry. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to break your phone. It was a terrible accident." She touched Rebecca gently on the shoulder to comfort her. Rebecca immediately stood on her feet again and started shouting at her furiously. "I don't need your offer. I can buy
When the day passed, and the darkness reigned, Eric took a warm, refreshing bath and got dressed. He could not wait to get to the cafeteria where Andrews worked. He wore straight jeans and a black shirt, which he left out of the pants. He put on his shoes, took his jacket, cell phone, keys, wallet, and left. In less than half an hour, he was there. He pushed the door to open and went inside. He approached the bar where Andrews was and watched him as he came to him with significant steps. "Hello, Andrews," he told him when he arrived near to him. "Hello to you too. Are you okay?" "Yes." "Good, that means you can endure another backstroke." "Which is?" Andrews looked at him with a sad face. "She has sent me more messages." "Can you show me? I want to see." "Of course. Give one minute to find it." With fast movements, he took his mobile phone out of his pocket. When he found the messages, he put the
I had not slept very well at night. The calls from Eric had upset me a lot. I was sure he called me to shower abuse on me one more time. I still remember the words he said to me when I went to see him at the supermarket. So humiliating! So unfair! A knife in my heart. I also had my mother asking me all the time why I do not answer the phone. I finally considered it that it was a good time to talk to her about Eric and everything that happened, and I did. She listened to me carefully and at the end said to me:
Our kiss continued without either of us being able to stop it. The longing for each other seemed endless. I felt so beautiful in his arms. His lips on mine and his velvety tongue caressing mine so greedily. I never wanted it to end. I wanted him so much. My whole being was so thirsty for him. None of us took the first step to stop our kiss. And he continued…, and he continued. At some point, we heard whistles, teasing, and applause around us. "Good enough" was heard from someone. I understood that he would be a teenager. "Please, continue." someone else said, and I hear laughter. Oh my god, what a shame. I hid my face in the curve of his neck. "Please, make them go," I whispered to Eric. "Don't worry," he replied, and immediately afterward, I heard him try to disperse the crowd. I do not know how many there were. I did not dare to raise my head and see. The shame I felt was riveting me, and I did not want them to see my face. I
Our bodies started to sweat. We tangled the fingers of our hands together. We were kissing non-stop. My body was flooded with waves of pleasure as I felt him coming in and out in me. "I missed you so much," he told me at one point out of breath. "I missed you too. My body was constantly asking for you." I answered him, and in my words, I felt him go even deeper inside me. After all that he had told me in the cafeteria and especially about his feelings, I felt that we are now inextricably linked, one body, one heart, one soul. I want this man to stay in my life forever. The days we were apart were the worst of my life, of all my existence. Now I can see it clearly. I was born to mingle with him. Paul was just the side road I had mistakenly followed, and finally, fate led me so that I could finally meet Eric and be with him. I want him to be the only one—the man who will be my partner in life, my husband, and the father of my children. I love him so much that i
Portia greeted the detective's assistant with a cheerful "Chao" and left the office. She got in the elevator that would take her to the ground floor. By the time she found and took her cell phone out of her vast, messy bag, she had already left the apartment building. He stood there in a corner and made the phone call he wanted. "Paul? I have amazing news. I found where our little runaway has been hiding for so long. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure that it's her house or her new boyfriend, and that's something we need to find out." At the other end of the call, Paul remained speechless. "Wait a minute! What did you say? Did Marianne find a boyfriend? " "Pff, what did you think? That she would mourn the deceased for a long time? " Paul got angry. "Come on, close your mouth, little snake." "Yeah, right. When you were fucking this snake, was it okay?" "Anyway, Portia, let's not start this discussion now. You know very well tha
Eric tried to go after Marianne, but a hand clutched his arm. He had forgotten that Portia was still there. "Let her go. Now I'm here for you. Now and forever. I'm crazy about you." Portia said to him with an alluring voice. He had made sure that she was the same Portia that Marianne had talked to him. He heard her disgusting voice full of fake passion, and that made him sick. He couldn't even see her in front of him, and he hated even her touch. Knowing Portia's aggravated past, Eric was easy for him to realize that it was another plan of hers to grab him from Marianne's arms as she did with Marianne's fiancé. How on earth did she find out where she set up her new life? He had to run to catch her. He shook her hand over him with force. "Don't you dare to touch me again," he said in disgust and ran to the exit. He hurried down the stairs and ran after Marianne. "Wait, Marianne," he shouted at her, but she did not turn to look at him; instead, sh
Portia and Paul were sitting facing each other with a cup of hot coffee in front of them. They had approached their heads and were talking almost in whispers because, of course, they did not want anyone to hear them make plans to hurt other people. Portia explained what he needed to do, ensuring that everything will go well and that the plan will work correctly. All this had become her obsession. "And it should be done in that way so Eric – I think that his name- sees you okay. Besides, that is the whole point." Portia pointed out to him, "to make him believe that is a big slut, so he will hate her and never want to see her again. He will break with her once and for all. And that will allow you to make her yours again. Isn't that what you want? To marry her so that you can have the inheritance that her aunt will give her? And as far as I can remember, it's big money." "Yes, I want that. That's what I always wanted. And after I got her inheritance in m