"I was thinking of a way to live like this. Forever" he murmurs. "No responsibilities, no schedules...""Just the two of us living the best life" I caress her warm skin with my hands. The well-defined chest, the strong arms. I run through your torso with affection and love; I want him to feel even better in my arms."Can we live like this?" Aaron asks.Well, there's no denying that it would be an enviable life. He would be a billionaire and his wife would spend a lot of money on the frivolities of a rich life."My priority is to be with you. Here, in Malibu, on the other side of the world. I just want to live the best life possible with you"**What destiny holds for us is a constant unknown. We make plans, but who knows if that shit will get done? We just hope the future isn't a bad bitch. And, well, he's been kind to me, at least for the last four days.We spent the week traveling and returned on Friday afternoon. We went to Los Angeles, where I met some of Aaron's family. Mia, a de
When I wake up from my induced sleep, I refuse to open my eyes. I feel Damon's body next to mine on the couch, but this is a reality I don't want to face.I don't want to have to ask what happened, and I don't want to look at the world as it is now.I miss my overcoat, I miss my shirt, and I feel my skirt lifted above my thighs. I really don't want to know what happened in the time between my last memory and now. I don't want to find out the shit I did.I remember feeling bad until a blackout took over my mind. I remember seeing things that were too fanciful to be true, but this is more like a dream. I can't say that I lived what I remember.However, the remnants of hope ingrained in my brain tell me to open my eyes when Damon stands up. His warm body is removed from mine, which is frankly a relief."what did you do to me?" I manage to whisper."oh, you're already awake"I open my eyes to contemplate my fear. Damon is shirtless, buttoning the top button of his pants. He has messy hair
A labeu can mean many things. In someone's life, for example, it can mean the complete devastation of dignity. And when you enter a police station, approach a counter and tell a kind girl that you want to file a complaint, you can say that this word is the perfect definition. Because it's not about a stupid guy making a woman a victim, it's about how people look at this woman.Poor thing. Poor thing. Worthy of pity.People judge women who are already humiliated, making them believe that the humiliation is vehement.I didn't think it would be easy but, damn, did it have to be so hard? Despite having Anastasia by my side, the syringe going into my skin to draw my blood hurt a lot. It wasn't a physical pain, but a sentimental one. I was just there, taking that exam and asking for police help because my husband didn't believe me.Just like thousands of women before me, I gave my body a few medical checkups. They are carried out at the police station as this type of thing, unfortunately, h
Fuck! My mind has been spinning around the same thing for hours. I want to go home, hug my wife and tell her we can get through this. But in the end, I know it wouldn't be that easy. I would say nasty things, so would she. And unfortunately, this shit won't be forgotten after sex.Thanks for fucking my psyche!"Mr. Granger" Andrea, my assistant, practically shouts outside the office, which drives away my depressing thoughts.What the hell is that?"Come in" I am so pissed, so angry I could sign your resignation right now. My personal shit directly affects my work, because it has captured every area of my life.Andrea enters with her tablet and some papers in hand. I have no idea what we have for today because it's been hours since I gave a damn about my chores.Two things: meeting or problem, and I am not available for either."What the fuck were you screaming for?" I ask."I am sorry, Mr. Granger. I called you countless times in my formal tone of voice, but I haven't been heard in th
Elena's POVAll the paths we walked didn't teach us how to walk. And I get proof of this when I leave Aaron's office and he just lets me go. Not because it's melodramatic or anything like that, but I leave because I understand that there's nothing more that can be done.I walk aimlessly at first, but when I notice that Andrea is watching me, I give her a weak smile and head for the bathroom. I do not have the emotional conditions to put on a businesswoman's hat and enter a meeting room.I close and lock the door behind me after entering the room too big for a bathroom. But no one would be able to expect anything less from GEH.I lean against the door and sigh. I try to control my breathing compromised by anxiety, but the attempt is in vain.I run my hands through my hair and throw some strands to the side, which makes my look more casual. The colorless gloss on the lips offsets the exaggeration of red in the clothes, creating a confident but still reserved woman.I leave the bathroom
And over the next few minutes, everyone says the same thing. By changing words or adding them, negotiators reach consensus. I receive compliments, which inflates the negotiator's ego in me. Well, that was aside from the fact that Carlos remained silent while everyone approved of my previous words."Mr. Hernández, we do not have all afternoon to wait for your answer" Ros murmurs.Hernández gets up from his seat and rests both hands on the dark marble of the table. He looks at me with piercing eyes in a way that captivates me, but challenges me at the same time. "I more than approve. It's perfect. You, as a negotiator, are perfect. Your way of thinking is more than professional, it's exciting. Here's to a long professional life together"**In the car on the way home, I think about how my afternoon unfolded. The meeting lasted about two hours, which was enough to discuss everything.Aaron remained quiet in a way I never thought possible, but he showed no weakness. He kept himself in his
Initially I want to fight it, but his mouth that tastes like mint gum is a temptation.I surrender for a minute and grab his hair. Our tongues mix our flavors and leave us panting.The chemistry between us is unparalleled. Our bodies fit together, our hands know where to explore, our kiss has the perfect rhythm. For a moment, I forget everything. My thoughts turn to him, to what he's doing to me now."It’s not going to work out like this” I whisper against your soft lips.Aaron guides my body backwards until he finds the bed; He lays me down on it and comes over me. I hug him with arms and legs."It won't work if you do not trust me" I say."Fuck” he yells. Aaron breaks away from my embrace and falls next to me on the bed.He covers his face with his forearm and breathes slowly to try to calm down. I do not know what this gesture means. Is it too hard to believe me? Is it easier to patch this hole with sex? He can tell me the most horrible things and then act like everything is fine?
I want to approach her and tell her how I really feel, but I am afraid. If I get close, the chances of her moving away are huge. "I shouldn't have waited for this fucking exam to believe you. Just do not tell me it's too late to get around this shit" I continue, despite only having his silence and his big watery eyes.For God! I do not want to, I can't lose this woman. Damn, I can't. May it take my life, but not my marriage!"Papers are important in your life, I understand. Well, I will give you one more. Wait for the divorce, Aaron"Her eyes are red, begging to release all the tears she doesn't want to let fall. To say that Elena is lost is an understatement, and it makes me understand that I can't say anything that will change her mind."And about dinner…" she begins, but pauses to take a long breath. I just listen.And I cry."We will. Your family is made up of very kind and welcoming people"I nod my head to indicate that I understand. What can I say? I just fucked up."There's no