Aurora
The whole night, I served them drinks, it was mostly Nash who was doing the drinking, so it wasn’t exactly a big task but being in such close proximity with Michael wasn’t helping either. Now when I look at him, all the traces of the sweet teenager I knew are gone, in his place is this indifferent, cold, broken man. Not once had he glanced in my direction or tried to acknowledge my presence, it was like I did not even exist for him. It hurt, it hurt so bad to be invisible to the one person whom you care the most about, but I didn’t want him to know that. I didn’t want him to know, that he was still my weakness, that he still had so much power over me.
I kept my head held high and did what I came here for, ‘making money’, but it was freaking hard, with his cologne filling the air and the unrestrained masculinity that he emanated, I wonder how any woman could ever stay unaffected by him. When that thought crosses my mind, I chastise myself inwardly for even going there, but curiosity gets the best out of me and my gaze lingers on his ring finger, I heave a relieved breath when I see he isn’t married yet. Wait, I shouldn’t care what he does, I let him go nine years ago, if he moved on and found love… ‘oh god, no!’ the urge to breakdown and cry in front of all these men is so bad, I want to run back home and never leave.
By the time they’re done, it’s already past 12:45am and I am agitated to leave this place as soon as possible, luckily for me, the last table attendant cleaned up before he left and all I had to do was lock the liquor cabinets and wash the last few glasses. As soon as the men got up to leave, I expected Michael to finally acknowledge my presence and tell me how he remembers who I am, but all he does is take out his wallet from the back pocket of his pants and throws some cash on the table.
I stand there, stunned and wide eyed and at a loss of words. I knew it was presumptuous of me to think he would forgive me for my mistake, but I thought time would heal us, turns out I was wrong. Michael and the mystery man leave without a single word in my direction, Nash stumbles his way to the office and asks me to follow, I quickly pick up the tip they left because I earned that shit, and scurry behind Nash. With the amount of liquor that Nash consumed tonight, I wonder if he is in any shape to have a decent conversation? My doubt is answered rather quickly when Nash opens his office door and falls on his knees.
I quickly rush to help him straighten and wrap an arm around his waist, “Always ready to help, aren’t you Rory?” he said with a smile that I don’t quite understand, neither do I want to. Nash has always been nothing but a perfect gentleman to me, so the heat in his gaze comes as a surprise. A strong palm wraps around the back of my neck and my eyes widen, “what are you doing Nash?” I speak, horrified by his forwardness.
Before I can understand what is going on, his lips descend on mine and I am momentarily taken aback, what the actual hell?! He takes my surprise as an invitation to go on and slips his fingers into my hair, pulling them to the point that I’m afraid he might rip them off. His other hand lands on my butt and that is when I snap out of this horrific trance. I lift my palms up to his chest and push him with all my might, he stumbles backwards most likely because of the alcohol and scowls at me. “Why did you do that?” he growls and the need to cower hits me like cold ice but I jut my chin out and stare at him dead in the eye “because I don’t want you touching me, you scumbag” I yell and turn around to run out of the office.
“Not so soon Rory, you have no idea for how long I’ve been fantasizing about this moment, you think I’ll let you leave without taking what I want?” he slurs and grabs my wrist. His grip is so strong that I know tomorrow it is going to leave bruises, I cry out in pain when he slams my body into the wooden cabinet in his office and pins me there with his body. Unwanted tears spring out of my eyes and I want to slap myself for showing him weakness, “Nash, you are way too drunk tonight, let’s talk about this tomorrow” I soften my voice, trying to keep the panic at bay but it is becoming increasingly hard.
“You are probably going to regret this come morning Nash, don’t do this, please” I plead and tears stream down my cheeks, “Why would I regret something I’ve always wanted?” he says with a slur in his voice, he looks so menacing in that moment that I wonder if he ever was the gentleman I knew. One thing was clear, I would not let him do anything to my body, I would not give him the satisfaction of emotionally killing me forever. I hit him hard across his face with my palm and even though it did more damage to me than him, I revel in the fact that however little, I did some damage.
I didn’t stop at that, I trashed against him hitting and scratching at anything and everything. My energy was depleting, I was panting and it had only been a few minutes, if I didn’t do something soon, this night would end in a horrific nightmare.
“You ungrateful bitch” he growls at me and hits me hard across the cheek, my ears ring from the impact and I taste the distinct tang of blood in my mouth. My head swirls with lack of sleep and food and I think I might pass out and skip this horrible deed he will do to my body but my eyes snap open when he rips my flimsy shirt from the middle and the heft of my breast’s fall out with only my lace bra covering them.
“No!” I scream and try to push him with the last of my strength, “NO! NO! NO!” tears fall freely down my face and I yell even louder, “Don’t touch me! Please, no!” his moments become frantic as he places a hand over my jeans and unbuttons them. “You are going to regret this in the morning Nash, I’m going to press charges” if I thought this would scare him, I was sorely mistaken, because he laughs at me and spits out “and who do you think the judge is going to believe? You? A woman with stacks of bills on her name or me? A man with enough money to buy anything I might need?” he pulls down my jeans and pins my hands above my head.
“Please don’t do this Nash. You’re rapping me, please let me leave, I won’t tell anyone. Please! No!” I scream at the top of my lungs. When he doesn’t stop at my words, I feel hopeless and utterly useless about my existence. I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life than I feel right now.
MichaelWe walk towards the front door of the bar and Kayden opens the door for me, Kayden Donovan is a best friend and a potential investor in my next project. At 25 years old, Kayden has made his own fortune, he gave up his family money and started his own empire. That is why I respect him both as a friend and as a business associate. I place my hand on the inside of my jacket to retrieve my phone but when my hand comes out empty, I curse.“What is it?” Kayden asks with a frown on his face, I shake my head and say “it’s nothing, you should go ahead, I’ll meet you tomorrow” turning around I make my way back to the bar, “My phone’s in there” I say as a way of explaining and push the door to get inside. I take the stairs two at a time to the V.I.P section and rush to the table that we occupied; I don’t feel like spending even a single minute in this place but if the data on my phone is tampered with, I might ju
Aurora Numbness takes over me when I sit in his car and gaze out at the emptiness presented in front of me. I've had a fair share of ups and downs in my life but nothing comes close to this, no man has ever touched me sexually other than the one sitting right next to me. I close my eyes to get rid of the horrific images playing in my head, if Michael wouldn’t have been there, I would have ended up being violated in the worst way possible and there’d be no one to believe me. In the last nine years, my social life has been as dry as the Sahara Desert, I haven’t had time for a boyfriend let alone a friend. I don’t regret it though, I’d go through hell, if that meant I could keep my mother alive for just a few more minutes, oh my god! Panic grips me at the thought of my mother, even though she can’t move, she’d be worried about me not being there, tears spring into my eyes, ‘I can’t leave her alone’, I don’t want to. Its late and I know Amelia wouldn’t leave mom’s side u
AuroraI wake up at 4am and get ready for my morning shift at the post office, this job isn’t as exhausting as the one at the library, but after what happened yesterday at the bar, I don’t feel like moving an inch, my whole body is aching and sore. ‘You need the money Aurora’, I remind myself and sigh in frustration. After Michael left yesterday, I cleaned the blood on my lips and applied some ointment for my bruises, they weren’t exactly bad and I would be able to cover them with some light makeup but it still physically hurt to move. Then I made my way to mom’s room and cried, she wasn’t awake though and that was for the best. If she knew I was hurting, she’d be sad and it would take a toll on her health.I sluggishly drag myself out of the bed and brush my teeth lazily looking at myself in the mirror, the girl that looks back at me, is the one I don’t recognize. All the life has left my eyes and my body feels jus
Aurora I change into a pair of black jeans and a plane white boat neck shirt with my denim jacket and converse shoes. It’s been a while since I bought something for myself, I never really had a chance to go outside anyway, so I never bothered to upgrade my wardrobe. Now, as I stand in front of Michael’s office building, doubt creeps in, the whole building looks like the epitome of elegance. Without even entering inside, I know I’m going to stick out like a sour thumb. I take a deep breath and mutter to myself, “you can do this” with renewed confidence, I make my way to the glass doors of the building, they automatically slide open at my arrival and I stride inside. My jaw drops to the floor as I take in my surroundings, well… damn! This place is even more futuristic than I thought before. The floors and ceilings are all covered in white glistening marble, while the receptionist office and the couches scattered around are all plane black, there are modern steel chande
Michael I see as the shock leaves her face and she compose herself, closing her mouth and bringing her eyes to meet mine, “Don’t you think that is a bit too much money for an assistant?” she asks warily, she’s right. It is too much money for a woman who has no experience what so ever, but I saw her house yesterday and every single bone in my body doesn’t want to leave her alone in a situation like that. It looked horrible, empty and soulless not like the girl I left behind at all. Besides, I know Aurora, for all the bullshit things she did to me, she has always been a smart girl, a quick learner and a great organizer. It pains me to say that I still care about her wellbeing even after all these years and after all the lies she spewed at me, but this time around, I won’t make the same mistake, I will never keep my heart in line for her. “I will be expecting great results from you miss Sinclair, so no, I don’t think the money exceeds the amount of workload I’ll be putt
Aurora To say his words weren’t humiliating was the understatement of the year, I knew my outfit wasn’t exactly work friendly but he didn’t have to point that out. I needed new clothes, asap. So, after I left his office, I went to the nearest thrift store and bought some cheap work clothes, they weren’t tattered or faded, in fact they were better than anything I owned right now. I also had to do something about my job at the library, of course I wouldn’t continue there, I had to quit but without a two-week notice, I am not sure if Mrs. Hemmingway would be happy. I sighed, I kind of have to face the music sooner rather than later, why bother? I walked to the library because I couldn’t afford to waste money on a cab, now that I finally had ‘work appropriate’ attire to wear. When I got back, Mrs. Hemmingway was stacking up the last of books and was getting ready to close the shutter, I went up to her and she asked “how did the interview go?” without looking up, li
Aurora The next day I woke up with renewed excitement rather than dread, since my job at the post office was on alternate days, I didn’t have to get up earlier than necessary. The reporting time for ‘Calloway Constructions’ was at 8am, so I got up exactly at 6:30am and went about my business. I was standing in front of the floor length mirror at 7am with only my bra and panties thinking about what I should wear today. I wanted him to take me seriously and know that I was just as serious about this job, so I picked up a crisp white shirt and folded its sleeves to end right below my forearm. I paired it with knee length black skirt and the only black pumps I owned, to give it an all business look I wore simple pearl earrings and styled my hair into sleek high ponytail. Nothing too flashy, simple in a regal manner, I winked at my reflection in the mirror and gave the woman a thumps up, I applied light makeup to cover up my freckles and painted my lips cherry red. Well…
Michael‘It wasn’t a lie’, what wasn’t a lie? Our friendship? Our bond? Or her love for me? Because from where I am standing, all I see is lies and deceit. But maybe… I grit my teeth, no! she’s playing games with me again, but this time around, I know what kind of a woman she is and I’ll damned if I let her walk all over me, again. I open my hidden liquor cabinet from the bottom of my desk and remove a bottle of vintage bourbon, filling my glass I walk towards the couch on the far left of my office. I close my eyes, take a long sip of my bourbon and release a shuddering breath,“Where are you taking me?” she asked, sitting behind me on my ‘Royal Enfield Bullet 350’, “somewhere special” I reply as I maneuver my way through the curvy path. Aurora has her delicate arms wrapped around my waist and her front is pressed up against my behind. Over the last six months Aurora and I