Michael
We 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 just end up losing billions.
I hear a light bang to my right side but choose ignore it, assuming Nash would still be in there. When I don’t see my phone right away, my irritation grows, I am about to check the seats when a muffled cry rips from the door to my right, and my back stiffens. I straighten myself and listen carefully, “NO! NO! NO!”, “Don’t touch me! Please, no!” a familiar voice wails and my eyes widen when realization hits me.
I move closer to the door, just to confirm if I’m reading the situation right when another bang resonates from inside and then she screams “You’re rapping me, please let me leave, I won’t tell anyone. Please! No!” my vision goes red and I kick open the door, not waiting for a second longer. I take in the scene and a growl rips out from my chest, “Motherfucker!” I yell and charge myself towards him in one swift move.
My fist makes contact with his face and he stumbles back from the impact, I straddle his body and throw punches on his ugly face. His face turns from pale to purple but I don’t stop, rage like I’ve never felt overcomes my body and right at this moment a thought crosses my mind ‘I could kill him’, I could kill him for even thinking about touching her, he doesn’t even fight back just lies there limply like the worthless piece of shit that he is.
A soft whimper catches my attention and my head snaps in her direction, ‘Aurora Sinclair’, my beauty, I had successfully ignored her for the entirety of the night. But right now, as she sits there hugging her knees close to her chest with soft bruises on her face and wrists and a torn shirt hanging limply around her waist. I can’t help the new wave of fury that overcomes me, anger towards myself, for not being there on time and preventing this from happening, she looks at me with tear-stained eyes and my heart breaks.
Just this once, I remind myself, just this one time I’ll let my guard down for her. I stand up and walk in her direction, slowly lowering myself I try to soften my hard features, I shrug out of my suit jacket and place it around her shoulder’s. She sniffles softly and I can’t help but pull her into me and hug her close to my chest, she presses even closer, as if to hide herself in the cocoon of my arms. I let her in, she looks up at me and the intensity of her green emerald globes hits me with such force, I am momentarily transfixed by her beauty, those fiery red soft locks, her button nose, luscious, bee-stung, baby pink lips and the dusting of brown freckles on the bridge of her nose. She looks like the most innocent angel on the face of earth. But that’s the thing about beauty, it’s an illusion, a façade that covers your true nature, a weapon to trap and exploit whenever one see’s fit. Aurora, looks like the sweetest fruit from the outside, but from the inside, she is that much lethal.
I close my eyes to get rid of the fog she just created and pull her up from the sitting position, that is when I see her unbuttoned jeans, with a shaky breath, I pull the zipper and button up her jeans while she stays as still as a statue and lets me work. Then I place a gentle hand around her shoulder and push her towards the door, we make our way back to the front doors and walk towards the parking lot in silence, “do you have a car?” I ask her as we make our way towards my Audi. She shakes her head and I frown, ‘was she planning on walking back this late?’ I open the back door of my car and motion for her to get inside, she does it without hesitation and I give ‘Gilbert’ the directions to her place. He nods at me before starting the engine. I might look like an ignorant bastard but when it comes to her, I know everything.
Aurora is pressed up against the window on the other side, clutching my jacket in a dead grip as if to draw strength from the fabric. Her gaze is fixed on the darkened roads, not wavering even for a second as if nothing interests her anymore. There’s a defeated look on her face, like this whole situation somehow left her powerless and weak. I don’t want her to feel that way. ‘She fucking cheated on you Michael, get it in your head!’ I lost the right to help her or take away her pain when she chose another man over me. Now, I feel absolutely nothing for her, she left me nine years ago, and took away the last of my warmth with her, I haven’t been same since then. All the money, women, popularity and success could not fill the void she left behind. ‘Aurora Sinclair’ broke me in the worst possible way, and I’ll never be the same again. I ‘don’t’ want to be the same guy, again.
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
Aurora A week had passed since I joined ‘Calloway Constructions’ and everything seemed to have settled down, I was able to maneuver my way through the system smoothly, the emails were on point, I took proper notes during meetings and in addition to all of that, I even delivered Michael his coffee, lunch and went to collect his laundry on Wednesday. Michael refused to speak more than two words with me and I was glad for the reprieve, I couldn’t handle him being an asshole to me 24/7. Monday morning, Michael asked me to be there for one of his site visits at 7am, I had to put in an emergency leave at the post office to make that happen. Michael also asked me to wear comfortable footwear because apparently ‘the conditions there aren’t favorable’ I rolled my eyes at the email he sent me. This is what he’s been doing all week, sending me lengthy emails with so many details, it’s hard to remember every single word from it, this man frustrates me. I reach at the giv