CRYSTAL POVEgypt was just how I thought it would turn out to be.Okay. Maybe more than I thought it would be. To say I was in awe, would be a big fat understatement. It was as if the ancient Gods took a golden city before placing it in the middle of the desert. The accents of urban development seemed to be adding to the mix. Take a good historical city, with it's story etched deep in its core, the tale swirling in the air and just bathing you in its glory; now add beautiful tall skyscrapers, bent and carved in perfection, all kinds of glass shining under the afternoon sun, you get what was in front of my eyes. My stupid American ass may or may have not expected to see people dressed up in all the ancient Egyptian costumes and those beautiful thingies they wore on their heads, Duncan made sure to laugh it off until I was embarrassed. Anyway, that aside, Egypt was damn breathtaking. As soon as we landed in Cairo, I was no different from a kid who visited Disneyland for the first time
EDEN POV I felt like a weightless piece of a floating feather as he carried me off the walls of our shower area, stark naked, and paraded out of the bathroom with me and into the bedroom. My eyes were heavy, and when I tried to open them to see his beautiful face; my head swung so bad it felt like I had drunk ninety bottles of hard liquor and now I was suffering the consequences of recklessness. I settled on closing them and sniffing the scent of soap and water from his skin which seemed to lull the dizziness. I guess I wasn’t fully healed. And I rushed to be used and taken roughly before my body could fully absorb reality. “Take it easy, Little Wolf.” He rasped before gently laying me down on a soft bed, covering my body with the white fluffy fleece blanket. “I am tired of sleeping,” It seemed to be all I was capable of doing lately. Whether it was a forceful sleep after being traumatised, or the fainting spells... But my body was tired. My eyes betrayed me and started closing
CRYSTAL POV“This place is amazing.” The shrill in my voice was enough to cure cancer. I was on a full 1-hour video call with none but Anna in all her glory, and she was losing her mind with all the luxury I was displaying. First of all, she lost it over my attire, I am talking total havoc kind of losing it. She screamed until I feared for her throat, thinking that some cord of nerve would snap and she’d die right over there. But she was Anna, she’s seen the worst before.I made sure to spill everything, from how enormous Duncan’s home was, to how big his family is even though it was not immediate family. It was phenomenal. Everything about this place felt like a dream. From the attire, the rich food that was arranged in Kosher on a giant table, the music… It was surreal. “Ma’am.” A smooth voice echoed around the stone walls of the vast terrace I was standing on. I spun on my heel and came face-to-face with one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Her hair was curly, and
DUNCAN POV “Am I supposed to wear the same thing I was wearing last night?” Crystal came spilling out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her body, and one on her head. A small ‘oh’ escaped her lips when she took in my form on the seat beside her bed, dressed in a simple dress white dress shirt and navy blue pants.“You aren’t dressed. Are you leaving like that?” She inquired walking to her suitcase on the other side of the bed. My gaze followed her, my cock dancing with the idea of her being naked beneath that little towel. Just a small tug and everything would be revealed. A feast for my eyes.“It’s a boat cruise with lunch. Just wear anything you'll be comfortable in.” I said, shifting in my position to adjust the bulge in my pants. She whisked her head toward me and stared at me, “Is it a big boat? A ship?” I could tell she was nervous. The way her eyes were narrowed was enough to let me know all it was that was running through her mind. Deciding to come to her
CRYSTAL POVWarm sunlight brushed my cheek from the small window of the metal bird as it cruised above the white milky clouds in the early hours of the morning, right before it broke through the horizon. Duncan was nuzzled in his seat, his head cradled by the pillow provided by the hostesses while he held onto my hand like he was afraid I’d vanish while he was still sleeping. My whole body hurt, and my throat felt like I had camels racing up and down in the tunnel of the muscles, leaving dug holes into the soft delicate surface. My eyes were puffy from crying, my nose was blocked from the recent episode of breaking into sobs, and my chest heaving after every 15 seconds. I laid back and sunk into the seat, watching the early birth of the day as the sun stroked the clouds with its harmonious rays, probably casting wonderful fountains and halos to the earth below us.Funny how this yesterday I had a smile bigger than the entire purple galaxy, and now I was sobbing as though I had just
DUNCAN POVSolid 24 hours have passed since we left what was now the remains of what used to be Crystal’s refuge, but Crystal’s sorrowful eyes still accused me with every ticking second, burned in the back of my mind. The sound of her disgruntled cries had filled the whole neighborhood and my brain, infesting themselves in what felt like a grotesque turmoil of umbrage and simmering vehemence and bubbling through my veins. The look on her, the hopelessness on her face danced behind my closed eyelids as I stood in the middle of our living room in Rosehill, a space inundated with deep grey hues and white touches, my hand gripped right around the small device on my ear, my jaw ticking so hard I felt my pulse picking pace. “Let me know if you find anything.” Was all I grunted before cutting the call and throwing the phone across the room where it collided with a solid wall before kissing the hard ground in a loud rattle. I turned around and gripped the strands of my hair with both hands,
CRYSTAL POVThe rest of the day crawled by with me casting a black cloud over the whole house with my sappy face stained with tears and snot piled up in my nose. But no words could possibly describe the heaviness in my chest and the painful heaving of air as it wanted out of me. The only thought I dreaded before my next breath was being with Duncan in the same room, that’s why I found ways to keep myself busy and occupied whenever he stepped into the room. I was scared. Of many things, but one thing that reminded me of the porcelain was the idea of my tummy being filled with something. I wanted to believe it was just nerves playing tricks on me. After all, anybody in my position would either be in ER after fainting from shock and pain or simply dead. I succumbed to oblivion that the heavy fist of nausea was just a natural reaction against shock and pain and that with time, it would all go soon. But when Duncan prepared mac’ n’ cheese for me -my die-for dish that always had my moth
CRYSTAL POV My heart almost leaped out of my throat when Duncan switched lanes, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel like it was a lifebelt, an anchor gluing him to sanity. The way he held it was so rough I was afraid it break it into halves. My heart continued thumping in my throat, my mind reeling trying to break the heavy tension in the car, to find words to make this hurt less, just a little less.But what do you say to a man whose daughter is about to get killed by his crazy ex-wife? What words could possibly measure the kind of pain that rattles his brain with every breath he took, while he knew deep down that death was dancing in the vicinity of his daughter’s precious life?I wanted to be strong for him, I wanted him to know He wasn’t alone in all of this and that together, we were going to make it through. But I didn’t trust myself enough to save him, probably because I was drowning in my own sorrows while lurching on the little remaining normalcy in him, drin