DENVERWhat the heck is happening to me? I’m starting to feel like she’s a drug in my system; I can’t fuck her out, and even when I’m away from her, I can’t bloody function without thinking of her.I thought it might be different if I was with Sandra, but, hell no, it feels like I’m a totally different person, not the Denver I used to be.The fucking hard Denver is being softened by a girl who should have been a one-time thing or a forbidden fruit I should never have tasted.Now I’m at a messed-up point in my life because Sandra seemed to be acting like she cared about me all of a sudden. She wanted me to fuck her; she told me she missed my touch and every fucking thing that didn’t make sense to me.I wanted to spill it on her face about why the heck she is missing my touch when she has a lesbian lover who gives her all the pleasure she craves? But I held my cool and acted like I didn't know about all her nasty deeds as a lesbian. Even though I say it to her face, she would never com
DENVERShe is not in the coffee shop anymore, and her friends aren’t there either. My jaw tightens when one of the attorneys tells me she left with Karina and Ryker.Of course, it’s fucking Ryker again. Maybe this time I need to get the boy transferred to the other branch for real.I pull out my phone and call her as I head to my car, but she doesn’t pick up. My wrist wraps around the steering so tight that I nearly break it from its hinges.Why the heck did she leave without informing me? And maybe it wouldn’t have been this disturbing if she only went out with Karina.But that’s not the case here; she went with the Ryker as well. The fucking guy who’s been having eyes on her.I dial her number again and drive out of D&D. Still no answer.I loosen my tie as I hit the gas and reach home in no time. She really needs to learn how to answer her fucking phone. How many times will I tell her to always take my calls or keep her phone fucking on?When I go into the house, however, no sound o
ANASTASIAWho said I’m drunk? I’m not drunk—maybe a little bit—but just having fun. Yes, I’m swaying my hips and shaking my curvy ass under the red-blue light.My body feels so light and hot, but it’s only because of the music and the dancing.I don’t really like being in a club because of the buzzing energy and loud noise, but I thought of trying it for the first time when my brain was almost exploding because of Denver’s cruel silence.He was avoiding me; I knew it the moment he walked out of the office door and never came back for over an hour.This club is the perfect place to let out my sorrow. The energy here drives me high and makes my head lighter than it’s ever been.I dragged Ryker and Karina with me and even called Jane and Joel to join us. They didn’t want to, but there are party people anyway, so they showed up soon after.They are actually party people; I’m the only one who is weird here, the only one new to this, and who’s never been to a nightclub, but there’s surely
ANASTASIAMaybe it's a night to cry and moan at the same time, because I feel tears pricking at the edges of my eyes.The harsh anger of his words is like a slap to my face, a hard one that springs tears."You hate me talking about them; it's the same way I hate it that you are not saying anything about Sandra. Did you even fuck her?" The liquids are gathering at my lids now, and I don't get the chance to wipe them away before he slides my pants down my legs.“Did you let boys touch you because of Sandra? How the fuck is she influencing your emotions when she is not even here?” His hands stop at my thighs, and I stare at him with teary eyes, biting my lips with a low moan.“But you are making it seem like you are not over her.” He holds my thighs firmly, spreads them apart, and digs his big fingers into my core in his direct view.“You are just overthinking. I’m not making it seem so. I’m not stupid enough to tell you lies. She’s not even here, and you are acting so overwhelmed. Wha
DENVERI’m almost clenching the phone in my hands as soon as she breaks down in tears.I regret taking the call, but I needed to know what she was so scared of all of a sudden.I needed to know why she wasn’t taking the call. It was about her parents, and it was a failed research project, but there is more to it. She is probably not saying it; her tremors prove that there is more, but I can’t bring her to point it out to me.She looks terrible after the call ends, as if she should disappear off the surface of the earth. The more I stare at her, the more she wants to bury herself.She has been keeping them from me, and they are the reason she has been having nightmares and inner tremors.“You are looking for your parents. Why didn’t you say it all these while?” I clench my fists, not at all mad at her. I’m mad at the state she’s in now, as if she’s seeing a ghost right in front of her.“What would you have done? I don’t tell anyone; I keep it to myself because nobody cares to know. Ben
ANASTASIAI sense danger.I mean, the more time I spend with Denver, the more intense my feelings for him are. And if he should decides to leave me, my heart will probably stop working.I should probably stop, take a deep breath, and think. This is temporary; this is not my home, and one day I might not be here anymore.How the fuck will I cope if he leaves me? I’m afraid my feelings are spiraling out of control. I’m afraid that one day all these will just be gone in a flash, as if they never existed. As if I never had the most beautiful moment with Denver. As if he didn’t fuck me so well and in different places.He fucked me in a club bathroom, and that’s another record-breaker I should tick off on my to-do list.There’s so much more to do, so much on my list of desires, and is it so bad that I want to do all of it with him? Someone who isn’t mine, but I badly want him to be mine and mine alone.I used to believe I could share him with Sandra, but, heck no, it's different now. I don’
ANASTASIASomeone should catch me because I’m about to fall to my death. My heel twisted as the bone in my knees went dead.My legs are wobbling as I see her. It’s not the first time I've seen her; it’s probably the third time. She is the kickass woman with a lot of fans on social media; she’s the ultimate stylish woman with an undying love for fashion.She appears classy and elegant in her tailored beige dress and her black high heels. Her brown hair is gathered in a neat twist, and her light eyes are set in a serene fashion.She is like an idol to most young females, apparently because of her lifestyle, and maybe because she is the wife of a billionaire as well. But that’s not the issue now. What is she doing here?I hold the wall for support, and that’s when she looks at me. That is when she notices me, and that is when he also takes his eyes off his computer and pierce into mine.“My goodness, are you okay?” She jumps out of the couch and runs to hold me by my arms, literally tryi
DENVER“I’m surprised you survived her trouble. So she finally admitted to the lesbianism shit?” I bite my lips at Bennett's words, and he keeps laughing, making fun of Sandra’s exposed secret.Well, it wasn’t a secret to Bennett. He was the only one who knew I was tracking her, hacking her phone, and seeing all the shit she had been doing. He hates her for her attitude as well.I told Bennett about everything that happened in my office, but I never mentioned Anastasia. I would never mention her to him because I do not want her in the picture. I also don’t want him asking about her, so I tell him about the issue in some sort of way, cropping Anastasia out of it."What are you going to do about the fact that she is accepting the lesbianism shit?” Bennett pauses for my reply, but I don’t even know what to say to that because my brain has stopped functioning since I asked Anastasia to leave.I still can’t stop thinking that she kicked Sandra out of the office. Fuck, it’s no joke; she tr