I rearranged documents on my desk, finding it difficult to concentrate on the spreadsheet. Like every other Friday, it was just another Friday at work, and I was buried with emails and deadlines. Today, though, there was a change in feeling. I couldn't quite put my stomach's fluttering down.I went out of the office first to get the files I had the employees do. I asked Tracy, "Where is the file I need for this afternoon's meeting?" Tracy hesitated momentarily before responding, "I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to give it to you. Let me go grab it right now." I felt a sense of relief wash over me as Tracy hurried off to retrieve the file, grateful for her quick response.I smelled something inappropriate in my nose. It was a strange odor that made me feel uneasy. I hoped it wasn't something serious causing the smell. As I waited for Tracy to return with the file, the scent grew more pungent and overpowering. I couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness that washed over me, and I wonder
He is no longer wearing his coat, and the polo shirt is folded up to the elbow, emphasizing the muscles in his arms. Trence's jaw tightens, his eyebrows are shot, and he is now talking to someone on the phone. I don't know who he is talking to, but from the expression on his face, something terrible is happening. As he finishes the call, he turns back to me with a steely resolve in his eyes. "I already know who is behind that photo," he says firmly. He walked back in front of me, but I quickly stopped him. "Don't come near me," I said to him. He stopped, but there was a surprise in his look. "Why?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Just don't come near me; stay where you are," I said, holding a tissue around my nose. "Are you sick?" he asked. I already vomit into his chest when he goes near my table. It's the same feeling that I feel when I'm outside my office. I smelled something wrong, and my stomach couldn't handle it. He tried to step, but I stopped him with my stare.
I quickly got up when I felt the nausea wanted to escape my mouth and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time before vomiting. I immediately knew something was seriously wrong with the sandwich and vowed never to eat from that place again. As I washed my mouth out and tried to calm my racing heart, I couldn't shake the feeling of disgust and regret for not trusting my initial instincts. The taste and smell of the food lingered in my mouth, making me feel even more nauseous.Someone gently taps my back and gives me a napkin. Gratefully taking the napkin, I wipe my mouth and see Trence offering me a water bottle. I thank them profusely, still feeling shaky and weak from the sudden illness. As I sip the water, I can't help but wonder what could have caused the sandwich to make me so sick. Was it expired? Contaminated with something? I shudder at the thought, grateful for the kindness of the stranger who came to my aid. As I finished the water, I began to feel slightly better,
The news hit me like a ton of bricks, overwhelming me with emotions I couldn't comprehend. My mind raced with a million questions, doubts, and fears. How would you say it to Trente? Would I be able to handle this responsibility on my own? As I sat there in bed, a million possibilities and scenarios played out in my mind as I struggled to accept that my life was about to take an unexpected turn. Trence is the only one I had sex with, from what I remember. It was frickin' a one-time stand, and now this bombshell is dropping on me. I couldn't help but feel a mix of shock, confusion, and uncertainty as I tried to process the news. The doctor left me after he announced my pregnancy. I knew I had to decide soon, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by the situation. My mind raced with questions about my next steps and how I would navigate this new chapter in my life. Trence came back into the room, concern evident in his eyes. He reached out and took my hand, o
This human being inside of me will grow into something dark and destructive, feeding off of the guilt and shame that consumed me. Deep down, I knew I had made a grave mistake that would haunt me for the rest of my days. The love and connection I had found that night now seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by the pain and regret that filled my heart. I realized that true love couldn't be built on lies and deceit, and I was left alone to face the consequences of my actions. I will grow this child alone, knowing that the darkness within me will only continue to grow as a reminder of my past mistakes. I vowed to do everything in my power to protect this innocent life, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness in the process. I emailed Tracy to say that I will resign from my job. I need to do something, but I need to figure out where to start or how I will navigate this new chapter of my life as a single parent. I hope to find the strength and courage to make things right and
I had no choice when Trence took me to his house. I'm here again in his big house. He hasn't let me leave the car since he started it again. I noticed the imposing gates closing behind us as we approached the front entrance. He brought me here again; maybe later, the woman who kicked me out suddenly returned. "Are you sure I'm welcome to live here?" I asked him directly in his eyes. "I don't want to be kicked out again. It was humiliating," I added. He smiled and assured me that I was welcome to stay. "I'll just put your things in your room; wait for me in the kitchen," he said before disappearing down the hallway. I couldn't shake the unease as I waited, wondering if history would repeat itself. I sat on one of the dining chairs and waited for her. How can I hide this pregnancy from him if I live with him? I needed to devise a plan quickly before he noticed my growing belly. Maybe I could pretend to be sick until I figured out my next move. As I sat there, my mind raced with poss
He walked through me, and gently grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. I could feel my heart racing as he drew me in, his presence overwhelming me in the best way possible. Despite knowing the risks of getting too close to him, I could not resist his magnetic charm. As our bodies drew nearer, I couldn't help but wonder if crossing that line from professional to personal was a risk worth taking. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and in that moment, all I wanted was to let go of my inhibitions and give in to the undeniable chemistry between us. But as his lips brushed against mine, I knew this was a dangerous game. The consequences of mixing business with pleasure flashed through my mind, but the allure of his intoxicating presence was too strong to resist. In that fleeting moment of uncertainty, I decided to throw caution to the wind and let myself be consumed by the passion building between us. As our embrace deepened, I knew this risky venture would lead to the ultimate d
"No one will know," he whispered. He grabbed my waist, pushing me to the sink counter behind me. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the desire that pulsed through me, but I couldn't control myself to give in to the passion that was building between us. The rational part of my brain reminded me of the consequences, but in that moment, it was a losing battle against the overwhelming attraction I felt towards him. As his lips grazed my neck, sending shivers down my spine, I struggled to maintain my resolve. But when his hands moved lower, igniting a fire within me, I knew I was teetering on the edge of giving in. The internal struggle continued as I tried to push him away, but deep down, I knew I was already on the brink of surrendering to the undeniable chemistry between us. His touch was electric, sending waves of desire through my body. I could feel my defences crumbling as he held me closer, his breath warm against my skin. The pull toward him grew more robust with every heartbe