Cloud's POV
I could not really quit staring at my wristwatch and pondering for the past two hours, and I took a deep breath, "I miss Athena," I muttered to myself.
Somebody else casually tapped me on the shoulder as I took a sip at my cold beer. When I glanced up, I eventually realized it was Zidane. He grinned as he drew the chair next to me and sat down.
"Is everything okay?" he inquired loudly because of sound pumping up on the audio system was drowning out his voice.
I nodded and wondered aloud, "Where is Chad?"
He smirked and started pointing to the man who has been dancing nastily on a petite young lady. I followed my gaze to where he is pointing out, and we both burst out laughing. Chad, our friend, has always been a womanizer.
"How are you and Athena doing?" he queried abruptly.
When I heard her name, I instantly smiled, "Yes, we are perfect,"
"So, the playboy has served his purpose,"
Megan's POV I kept pacing back and forth while looking intently in the mirror. I took a deep breath, plaintively, as I turned and swirled around, my reflection mimicking my movement patterns. Lovi and I went to visit a highly regarded shopping mall in the heart of New York City. They have lavish, high-quality brand products with a hefty price tag. I had persuaded her to accompany me after work so that I could try on newdesigner clothes and eventually make a purchase. Lovi started rolling her eyes and commented, "Megan, you have been standing there looking at yourself in the mirror for over an hour! I am not quite certain just what is taking you so long to finally decidewhat you reallywant." And, yes, she is completely right. I have been going around the dress shelves for about an hour, trying to pick random dresses. The saleswoman was very open and accepting at first, then after an hour of trying to follow me around
Megan's POV "Oh, yes, baby. Yeah," as he unleashed all of his inner demons and desires on me, the man groaned. He then wrapped his calloused fingers around my hips, attempting to catch his breath. After which, he started to shift his position from lying down to rolling up. He is now on top of me and superior to me. Then he kissed me vociferously, his hands fondling my smooth, silky skin while thrusting harder and deeper. As for myself, I have not been in the mood for this. I am not quite certain why, but ever since I had an impeccable encounter with Cloud, it crafted me to want him even more. Ever since that night, the baggage counter man from the extravagant shopping mall Lovi and I had decided to visit in the city had already shown a possessive desire for me. When I decided to walk out of the boutique after such shopping humiliation and anguish, I heard loud footsteps behind me. When I decided to turn around, I have seen the
Megan's POV I seemed to have no idea what has happened next. I just ended up finding myself buried in Greg's broad shoulders while gently caressing my back, comforting me. Then he started to pull away from me and lightly tried to wipe the tears rolling down my cheeks, which I have never come to the realization have been there in the first place. "Is everything all right, Megan?" he worriedly queried. I sniffed and nodded, then smiled at him. "What actually happened? Would you like to share it with me? "He inquired once more. I shook my head sternly and dismissively, conveying my disapproval. It must have been interesting to speak to a complete stranger every once in a while, but never to the significant degree of unraveling all the grave and confidential events that have taken place to me directly. Things that had a debilitating impact on my psychological well-being as a woman. Thoughts that would not e
Cloud's POVI continued to keep capturing Athena's lips, and I can nevertheless feel how initially reluctant she was to respond. So I came up with a plan to intensify my kiss, deepening its sensation and almost devouring her entire lips. I started to notice her quivering as a result of the current sensation I was continuing to give her. In contrast to how aggressive I am right now, she was only used to the tender, loving kisses I have been giving her before.I started teasing her, daring her to open her mouth. I bit her bottom lip, which caught her off guard. I took control of the situation by entering my tongue into her mouth and continuing to play with it. After a moment's delay, I can perceive her having to pick up the pace and adapting to my ravenous kisses.Then my hands started to migrate around her, up and down her body. After I was entirely satisfied with her lips, I dropped my lips into her neck, smooching, sipping, and breathing her en
Detective Amiri's POV That was a very busy time at nightfall. Journalists and news anchors are encircling an infrequently visited area. Cameras flash from various angles on the lifeless body of the young man who was brutally murdered. Police officers were prowling the surrounding areas searching for further clues in the desperate hope of apprehending someone partaking in suspicious behavior. A young man, presumably in his early twenties, lies motionless behind the towering trees and shrubs. He was deeply scarred on the left facetof his chest, in which the most vital part of his organ, the heart, was missing. I slipped on a latex glove and began examining the corpse's body. I was able to retrieve the man's wallet, which contained large sums of cash, multiple credit cards, a couple of condoms, and some personal identification. The man's name is Andrew Wilkins, he is 24 years old, and he appears to work as a landscape architect. I
Athena's POV I went upstairs and entered my bathroom right off the bat. I started to turn on the heater and took a shower in the desperate hope of soothing my disturbing thoughts and nerves. I closed my eyes tightly, inclined to relish the warmth of the water on my skin. The sight of the man with a stolen heart continues to haunt me. I absolutely cannot fathom how anyone could bear inflicting that monstrosity on him and Janet. That's when I started to hear something. I blinked my eyes open and ended up turning off the heater. I listened carefully, having trouble remembering whether I had securely double-locked my front door. I glanced up as the light in my bathroom started to flicker while I was thinking so hard. I remembered the man from the crime scene, and just thinking about him sends chills down my spine. I heard the doorknob of my bathroom twist an
Cloud's POV I started to shift my gaze to Athena, who was lyingmotionless next to me, soundly sleeping on my arms outstretched from across the bed. I stopped and looked at her angelic face, and the flashbacks of her previous stories actually makes me feel sorrowful for her. What did she do to deserve every one of these failures in life as an innocent and vulnerable angel? I seem to have been extremely thankful that she had told me about everything that has transpired to her a few months before. Those would be the things she decided to keep buried by attempting to avoid my questions about them. It was the main reason of her sleep disturbances, and her heavy dependence on me by her side before bedtime clearly shows how much of an impact it had on her mind. I was genuinely shocked that she wound up taking what I tried to tell her earlier on the balcony right after breakfast into consideration and immediately started openin
Unknown POV I have had a very sentimental soul. I discover it difficult to separate myself from comparatively tiny things that can make my heart skip a beat. I am always desperately trying to cling to flashbacks, glimpses, and extremely valuable moments and aspects. I happened to miss coming home from school with my wired headphones on, trying to make up contexts in my head as if they were actually the truth. How I genuinely wish I could just go back to the pastor's shops and purchase my sandwich fixings. I have missed the tranquility, the vibe, and the contentment it tends to bring — I really enjoy solo strolls, and being alone makes me feel great even more. When I take a stroll by myself on pavements or roadways with a picturesque view while wearing earphones and trying to look up to the sky as a hopeful pragmatist, I often seem to be an overly dramatic individual. And that is how affectionate I am. I am easily connected to small, multifaceted, and