Elias was stunned.The fact that she would freely admit the worst of what he had suspected infuriated him. Jealousy sputtered and roared as it burned in his chest. He was jealous of all the men who got to see Mimi smile. Elias was not sure what was happening to him because he would have never cared so much about something like that. Did someone curse him? Why did it feel like the rein over the beast of emotions inside him kept snapping these days?Mimi, sniggering, was not done adding more fue
All manner of control fell apart.In the dark, Elias tasted Mimi’s lips with the hunger of a desert wanderer who found a fountain in an oasis. He shoved her to the wall, trapping the young woman’s weaker body under the tyranny of his stronger physique and snuffing out any struggle or protest.There was a hint of nectar in her lips. Tasting it made stopping impossible.His fury had found itself an outlet. His lips angrily planted themselves onto hers, retreated, scraped through her neck, made her tremble. Slithered upward, snaked along the bony frame of her ear, circled back to her cheek.A chilling trickle wetted his lips.Elias stopped dead on his movement and licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. A hint of saltiness stung his taste bud, and a surge of bitterness raided his throat.He felt a pang on his chest as though a sledgehammer had landed on him. He stared at Mimi’s eyes in a baffled trance. He could see the weakly glistening trails on her cheeks and her puffy eyes ev
With reddened eyes, Mimi scrubbed Elias’ sweat away from her during her shower. Yet, tried as she might, she could not get the trail of hickeys imprinted on his skin washed away.She turned the knob to the shower and wiped the mist on the mirror clean. A pair of puffy, red eyes gazed into her reflection. She wondered how badly the rest of her body must look.A long, unending trail of hickeys ran from her neck, across her breasts, and to her back. Elias had been as sound as a rabid man, carving
Mimi shuffled her feet mechanically into the dressing room’s costume section and undressed. She was about to change when her eyes darted to the mirror, meeting blue-black spots glaring from her skin. She froze, and her eyes reddened again.“Enough is enough, Elias. I’m giving up on you. I really am…”She told herself she was never going to mistreat herself anymore. Loving another was a Sisyphean labor, plain and simple. Now, she would rather be loved than to love—the former might make her happ
Tears were threatening to fall from the assistant’s reddened eyes. “What in the world is going on, Mimi? Please, you have to talk to me! It hurts me to see you like this… It makes me think… that I must have been horrible at my job for something like this to happen to you…”The assistant’s tears wrung Mimi’s heart even tighter. She quickly shook her head, hoping it could dissuade the assistant from her misplaced guilt. “This isn’t your fault, I mean it. I’m really fine—”She would not have any
The assistant regarded her with pity. “Mimi? I really think you should take the day off.”She shook her head. “No. But maybe… Maybe we can shoot some of the sadder scenes today. I think I’m bursting with the blues today, anyway. Could be really useful for the sadder scenes.”Mimi’s adamant stance made Zeke relent with a sigh. “Okay. Take an hour's break while I go about some other scenes. When you’re up and ready, we’re going for several shots in Scene #163. Take a look at the script, work up
How did it feel to have one’s heart broken?Well, it felt like the very essence of melancholy was melting into one’s skeleton. As if the air was imbued—chock-full, boundless—with an ether of depression, and every inch of one’s skin was the perfect receptor for its gingerly particle. The ether seeped into the bones through fractal lines and worn-out cracks. The ether joined the blood gushing through one’s veins. The ether was drawn into every breath inhaled—oh, how breathing alone hurt.Jeanett
She had never been deflowered. At least, not until…His eyes stared unseeingly to that incriminating stain, his mind blanked. His heart was laden by the weight of unforgiving regret. She was late to return home this morning, but it was not because she had been sleeping around. Despite her so-called self-admission on being lecherous, the impression could not be further from the truth. So what the hell had overcome Elias last night? When had the reign over his own emotion become so impotent!?