Sorry coworkers there is only 1 Clay, which is more than enough in this world. And lol, their texts, especially his contact name.
I didn’t get to stick around the construction site long to talk with dad and Tio Kevin. I’d been there for maybe twenty minutes when the door was thrown open, and my annoyed mamãe stepped in, narrowing her eyes around the room till they landed on me. I was pushing thirty, yet I gulped and tried to sink into the chair, wishing I could become invisible like a little kid in trouble. “Clay Ares Nikolaidis!” I gulped again as she used my full name and stormed over to me. I winced, and my shoulders bunched as she grabbed me by the ear. “Not only did you sign yourself out of the hospital against the doctor’s recommendation, but you also didn’t think to call your worried parents to tell us. I barely slept a wink last night worried about you in that hospital.” Mamãe started scolding me. “I made you sonho de doce de leite and a thermos of coffee to bring you so you’d not have to suffer through hospital breakfast and coffee. And instead of finding my son, I am told he left not long after we we
I managed to go the rest of my shift without Robyn, Sara, and Shiloh asking too many personal questions. I say too many, but that doesn’t mean they still didn't ask questions. If they had a spare moment, they’d asked me a question or two, each trying to dig up some juicy gossip about Clay and me. I wasn’t giving them anything. All I did tell them was that we met at the park, walking our dogs. It’s not that I’m not dying to talk to someone about all this. I don’t feel close enough to my coworkers to tell them things. Especially since so much of this involves an ongoing criminal investigation of my neighbor possibly trying to drug me. I don’t know whom I could trust with that. That is why I’m dying to call my sisters. Ofelia and Amaya would lose their minds for multiple reasons. Ofelia would freak out about Trevor trying to drug me, while Amaya would force more on the Clay part. But between them, I know I’d at least get some insight into handling this. I decided I’d call them later and
I should have waited to use the bathroom at my place. I shouldn’t have trusted Xenia’s apartment would be safe for her while I went into a bathroom that wasn’t even connected to her apartment. They share a wall, and it’s as thin as you’d expect. The minute I heard Trevor’s voice, I rushed out of the bathroom. I wasn’t letting him get away with this. The little prick, I mean that based on what my sister has said, is lucky to be alive. Because when Xenia kicked him back and grabbed him, I seriously considered snapping his neck. Walking in to see him pinning her to her bed like that made every drop of angry warrior Spartan blood, my grandpa Ares so proudly boasts about, boil. It would have been easy to kill him. I’m strong enough and know where to apply the pressure to do it. But the look on Xenia’s face was the only thing that stopped me. Ironic, I think I’m using that right, that he’s still breathing because the woman he was going to assault looked terrified of me, and I didn’t like i
I had been so nervous when I went into Mr. Durvo’s office to give my statement. He and his wife asked that I provide as much detail as possible and ways to prove the harassment. They wanted more than just my word so they could use it against Trevor, and even if he gets off by some impossible means for what he’s done in the last two days, they can get a restraining order for me. It was hard to think back to all the times in the last year he’s harassed me. And while I don’t have much proof, I told them our building has security cameras in the elevators, stairs, and at each end of the hallways. Mr. Durvo seemed happy to hear that and paused our conversation to call someone to talk to the building owner about getting tapes from the last year for review. I was suddenly very grateful that all Clay and I did in the elevator was make out. I didn’t need his aunt and uncle seeing more than that. He may have a casual and close enough relationship that he doesn’t care about discussing his sexual
I don’t care that she didn’t know. She was going to represent that scum despite everything. She stood there and was willing to defend Trevor and act like he was better than Don. Her words and actions are all that keep her from having a relationship with Reese and getting to know her grandchildren. Why can’t she open her damn eyes and see that we know what’s best for us? I don’t understand why or how, but the Frost women always alienate their children. It’s like a blood curse from great-grandma Emma, who so quickly and coldly abandoned my grandfather and his brothers to be raised by Nana Hazel. At the same time, she carried on her carefree life running the Frost empire, having affairs around the world with married men, and making many enemies. My mother, Aunt Emma, and Aunt Arieannah have followed that pattern. They were putting themselves above all else. Aunt Emma left her son to be raised by her parents so she could keep being a shallow Hollywood cunt that denied even having a son f
I need to get my head out of the clouds and keep my feet firmly on the ground. Making dinner together, eating on the terrace, and even enjoying what I imagine is some expensive wine is nice. It’s domestic and romantic, but that’s not us. We aren’t a couple. We don’t live together, so I shouldn’t feel all domestic about this situation. And Clay’s been honest that he doesn’t do relationships. I need to stop trying to picture a future with him. Staying here is temporary. This fantasy will be over as soon as I get a new place or can return to my apartment. I’ll go back to my life of not dating and only focusing on work and taking care of Tinkerbell. He’ll go back to his life of threesomes and one-night stands. We’ll forget all about each other, eventually. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. My vagina, however, says there is no way she will let me forget Clay and his big dick. I can ignore her. Maybe I’ll buy one of those big dildos to shut her up with. My heart, however, thumped o
After five minutes of waiting, I decided to check on him. I waved a hand to the dogs, wanting to reassure them it was okay and telling them to stay out of it simultaneously. Carefully I climbed the stairs, listening for any sounds but was only met with silence. So he’s off the phone. Hesitantly I slowly opened the bedroom door. I wanted to give Clay time to tell me to go away. But when he didn’t, I stepped into the bedroom, frowning as I saw him sitting at the end of the bed, hunched over with his face in his hands. My heart broke seeing him like this. It was worse than this morning when he threw his mother out and sat on the floor against the door. “Clay… you don’t have to tell me. I just… I wanted to make sure you were okay. If you need space, I’ll leave. I can do that if you want someone to be silent with you. If you want to talk, I’ll listen.” I offered, walking closer slowly, not wanting to spook him. I yelped as his arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, and I was pulled into
I should feel like a shit-tier human being right now. I fucked Xenia to escape all the shit my mother unloaded on me. Who the hell does that? Who uses another person to escape reality? Me apparently. I’m the kind of loser asshole that uses a woman for sex to forget all his pain temporarily.She didn’t say no or make me stop, but that doesn’t make it any less of a douche move. Not to mention I just told her about my biggest secret with the new information about what my mother did. I have expressed more emotions around Xenia in the last twenty-four hours than I have anyone that’s not in my immediate family.My mother…no, Sophia lost all privileges to be called mother isn’t an immediate family in my book, and after that phone call, s