Livia Washington’s Point of View
Cold. Dim. People’s grizzle. Three light colors simultaneously wandered around the club where I was.
My taste has gone bitter. My face became grumpy as I drank the last shot of my whiskey.
“You’ve drunk almost one bottle of whiskey, Livia. Stop it,” Janice; a close and trusted friend of mine said.
I rolled my eyes in the air. Instead of having a one-shot glass, I got the bottle and sipped it directly. Whiskey is a hard liquor a certain person can’t drink moderately especially when her tolerance for alcohol is low. Just like me.
I invited Janice to come over and be with me. Above all, she’s the only person I knew to invite and besides, Janice is the only person who can understand me.
“Let’s just enjoy the night, Janice!”
She only rolled her eyes at me. “I can’t drink. No one will drop you off at your house, you know that. Unless, otherwise, your husband would.”
Hearing the keyword ‘husband’ made me ill. I suddenly remembered what happened yesterday when I came to the address he told me about.
For hours I’ve been here, I was just drowning myself in extreme sadness. It wouldn’t subside no matter how much I tried. It will continue to flow until I’m already sober and try to gaslight myself.
“You know what, it has never been your fault…” Janice softly told me.
I shook my head and didn't agree with what my friend had said. “My husband wouldn’t be able to forgive me. Now… he’s punishing me for what I’ve done.”
The paleness of my voice became calm. I was just looking down, Janice and I were alone in the corner of the club, sitting on the sofa; drinking until I became wasted and completely forgot about Archer.
Janice held my hand, she put her head on my shoulder as she caressed my fingers and then whispers solemnly.
“You helped him. His family’s company went bankrupt and just found a way to help him since he was your husband! Isn’t that the duty of being a married couple?”
I frustratedly glanced at her. “I do. I know that. I helped him, alright, but Archer didn’t know I became a surrogate mother just because I wanted to help him!”
Janice gave me a soft smile. She knows how I feel. Janice is the only person who knows what I’ve done. I was hired to become a surrogate mother for someone I met. She’s married and had trouble producing a child so I was hired by her.
Being a surrogate isn’t easy. Yet, I survived. Gianna hired me because she needs my help, and so do I. I was in a dire need of money so it was a lucrative move for both of us. However, after I bore the child, Archer found out.
He told me I cheated on him when in fact, I only carried the child for nine months! I never even met his husband, how can I have a sexual interaction with him?
He thought that I slept with a man. When in fact, I only did that in exchange for a billion dollars they are willing to pay me. While I tried explaining to Archer but he doesn’t want to listen. He thought that I was fooling her… finding another man whilst he’s in the midst of a crisis.
“I just carried the child… I didn’t even have a sexual interaction with the father. How come it became cheating?” I groaned, looking frustrated.
I bit my lower lip. My vision began to blur and Janice in front commenced to be twice her number. Damn, I’m drunk!
Janice, on the other hand, muttered rough curses as she scanned her phone inside her bag.
“Livia,” she said using her stern voice. “Behave here, alright? I’ll just answer a phone call and after that, we’re coming home. Got it?”
Even Janice's voice turns out to be a hazy echo for me. Without clearly understanding what she meant, I frustratedly nodded my head as I put my head on the table.
My head hurt, and my vision and hearing are vague. But the hell do I care? As long as I forget the memory that’s tormenting me, I’m fine with it.
Fifteen minutes have passed yet Janice isn’t back. I stood up and was nearly out of balance when I held on to someone’s arms, stood straight, and supported my weight.
I covered my mouth when I felt like I had to vomit. I felt nauseous and uncomfortable and the queasy feeling I got in my stomach made me feel like I want to puke. Without thinking enough, I came inside the bathroom, hurrying to enter a cubicle before kneeling, when I bumped into a strange man.
“Fuck…” I muttered softly.
“Are you alright?” said a male low baritone voice.
Low yet stern, firm, and dark.
His features are solid. I can’t see his face clearly due to my blurry vision but his incredible body structure amazed me. He was standing in front whilst I was sitting on the ground, completely out of reach.
“This is a lady's room!” I claimed.
He only scoffed and then put one hand on his waist. “You’re the one who’s in the wrong bathroom, woman,” he asserted.
I didn’t like the way he called me a woman. Furthermore, I hoisted my gaze and my eyes drifted accidentally to his unzipped pants. Although I can’t see what color underwear he was wearing, I noticed the huge thing he had beneath those clothes.
“Stand up. Next time, don’t drink too much and learn how to differentiate the ‘He’ and ‘She’ written on the doorway…” he said a lot, yet I couldn’t hear it properly.
I felt my body going feeble. I raised my hand, eager to zip his pants yet it touched the wrong one; more likely— the huge thing behind his pants. It is when my body fell on the ground, shutting my eyes as the darkness slowly ate me… a sign that I am now being drawn to oblivion.
Ajax Steel’s Point of View “Fuck. She’s making me insane,” I merely whispered as the drops of water coming from the shower crashed down my body. I drowned myself in frigid water, trying to recalibrate my mind after what just happened. The lady whom I bumped into stuck in my head on the spur of a moment. I admit, when I saw her face, I got fascinated by it. She has a round face, pinkish lips, long eyelashes, and natural hair. The dress she was wearing e was enough for her curves to stand out. Not to mention her porcelain skin shimmering because of the light. While the cold water runs down my body, trains of thoughts stop in my mind. Livia's face seemed familiar nonetheless, undertake my best to recall where I saw her but I failed. Regardless, I think that I’ve seen her somewhere but my sole problem is that I can’t remember when and where. The drops of water can be heard even if I already had my towel around my waist. Going out, I saw the stranger I’d met sleeping soundly on top of
Livia Washington’s Point of View They say, some dreams are great and some bring you fearful experiences. Dreams are the number one major contributor which is the reason why everyone was successful in their dreams and that is one example of wonderful dreams. However, I can say that mine was amazing neither petrified. “Your name?” a woman who’s wearing a dress, has pale lips and short hair asked me. I stuttered. “L-Livia Washington, ma’am,” I answered. “My husband and I can’t produce a child. I need your help and in exchange, I will reward you with money at your price. Just help me…” she said, her face screaming desperation and almost pleading. Without further hesitation, I nodded my head. “Just tell me what you want me to do, Ma’am…” “First, my name is Gianna Steel. I am in a dire need of help upon giving birth to a child. I am asking you to be a surrogate mother of our child,” she said, leaving me dumbfounded. Surrogacy. Surrogacy is an arrangement, often supported by a legal
Livia Washington’s Point of View Dirty white ceiling, vague surroundings yet familiar one. Gradually, I opened my eyes and prowled around. I’m at Janice’s apartment, laying on her body still wearing the dress I had yesterday. I tried to sit on the bed, but my head hurts like Janice had pounded my head hard. “Drink this. I knew that you’d wake up soon that’s why I made you tea,” she said. “It’s good for sober boosting.” Janice put a glass of tea on the side table while I fixed my dress, hoisted my eyes on her then spoke. I felt that my tongue was dry, yet a couple of words came out of my mouth. “Damn, my head hurts…” I bleed. My best friend arched her eyebrows, and put herself across me on the sofa I was facing. “Tell me, what happened last night?” she inquired, as if she was expecting me to say something when in fact, I have none. I rolled my eyes and arched my brows. “Wasted, obviously,” I sneered. She smirked. “Girl, do you know that you almost slept with Ajax Steel yesterda
Livia Washington’s Point of View He was very fast. My heart was pounding hard as if I were catching a breath. A person might think I was running, but the car made me like this. It stopped a few meters away from me. The anger I had earlier doubled, all because of the person inside. Due to my anxiety and lack of sudden happiness, I went to where the car was and then closed my fist, hitting the top of his baby. I don’t care if he got mad, but all I knew was that I just risked my life because of his craziness. "Are you fucking going to kill me?" I stormed out, darting my vicious, firing eyes. I tried to calm myself down afterwards. I don’t know what the pronoun was of the driver, but what matters to me is that they apologize. I took a step back momentarily. When the door creaked, a foot stepped out as half of his body swayed along with him—going out. My body moved a bit as my eyes widened upon discovering who the person was. He was now standing completely in front, showing himse
Livia Washington’s Point of View I was still lucky. Even though Archer and I didn't get along well, he still accepted me into his company. "Livia, can you edit this for me? I have something to do later, and I can't work overtime. Would you help me?" My officemate, Cindy, who happened to be one of my friends, asked. I got the folder she was holding and then looked into it. I blinked my eyes at the paper before nodding my head. "What is this related to first?" Cindy rolled her eyes. "Argh. It’s the papers our boss wanted me to do. I told him I couldn’t as I had plans earlier, but it seems like he has no damn care at all! Gosh, my mother-in-law would probably hate me again if I was late for our dinner!" A small chuckle came out of my lips before I licked it and then sat down in my swivel chair. There are a lot of papers I have to do, but I am willing to share everyone’s burden. I came to work late due to crying myself out last night. I couldn’t sleep whenever I saw Archer with some
Livia Washington’s Point of View Every time I see him chatting up another woman while I stand in the background and watch, my heart breaks a little more. Even though it's lunchtime, I don't feel hungry at all. For sure, I'd say Archer is already fucking or done fucking the chick that entered his office just now. I'm delighted that our lunch took precedence early on, giving me enough time to rest for a little while. My head was resting on the table as I eat biscuits in my chair, rather than walking outside to sit with my coworkers, listening plastic comments from them. It took about an hour before employees started trickling back in, some of them with a chuckle on their faces. I raised my head and watched one of the mean girls who is always talking about me behind my back leave the room. The couple's table was directly behind me. In other words, that's when I went back to work. Even though I had no intention of eavesdropping, I had to admit that the fact that my ears were attentive
Livia Washington's Point of View We remained standing across from each other for a couple minutes. I goggle at his perfect face, his prominent jaw, and his vicious eyes toward me. He looks perfect when we’re this close; however, the door creaked as a girl was about to come in, but when he saw our current position, she backed down. My small, round eyes widened. I realized I was overstaring at him and managed to push him back a few inches away from me. "The hell…" I spat out, taking a two-step backward. The lady earlier seemed shocked; I think she thought we were doing something unusual. Not when I began to wish that the ground should eat me due to what just occurred. But then, upon reminiscing clearly the girl’s face earlier, I discerned she's familiar. I think I’ve seen her before, yet I can’t remember where or when. Nevertheless, I removed her existence from my mind. "Why are you cornering me?" I enunciated, a bit annoyed. His eyebrows arched, he fixed his three-piece suit, an
Livia Washington's Point of ViewArcher managed to break the lock on my apartment. Maybe using the screwdriver I've seen outside my door. I put my keys on top of the table and then pressed the button for the dim lights to open. "Do you know what time it is already?" he inquired as if he was a caring husband waiting for his beloved wife. My eyebrows twitched. "It's just nine in the evening. Almost ten," I retorted back. "It's late. You broke my lock." Archer let out a scoff in his mouth before he drank all the wine in his glass. He stood up, walked toward where my location was until the light came across his face. He was looking at me angrily and he seemed to intuitively willing to attack me any moment from now."I'm your husband and I'm allowed to come inside my wife's house." He remarked. "As far as I can remember, you didn't treat me as one and kicked me out of your house. Tell me, what are you doing here?" Archer veered around whilst wandering his eyes throughout my apartment