Ivanna "Will you reply?", I grab his arm to stop him. He is still looking at the road while driving faster. "I told you I have a condition. I'm taking you to a special place", he grins. "Where? I don't wanna go anywhere. Stop and go back", I yell. "Ssshh", he points, keeping his index finger on his lips. "Don't be so afraid, Iva. I told you I won't do anything wrong to piss you off" "But you're doing it continuously", I shout at him. "Because you're not being fair", he shrugs, shooting me a glare.  "Mr Adavan, please. I have a lot of things to do", I gasp. 

AdavanFuck! Fuck you, Ivanna. You're doing every possible thing to test my patience. You want me to lose it and lash out on you, do something inappropriate so that you can dump me. It's not happening. It's fucking not happening. To control my outrage, I increase the speed of the car. My eyes are burning in anger and my blood is boiling. Still, I manage to hold myself.After fifteen minutes, I find her sleeping. Her head has tilted on the seat. She must be very tired. I should've noticed that. After a few minutes, I park the car outside her apartment and strive to call her. However, when I look at her, my gaze sticks on her beautiful face. A thin layer of moonlight is coming from the window which is enough to see her face. Her milky white skin is glowing in the moonlight so beautifully.I keep staring at her and unfasten the seatbelt as I can't stop myself to come close to her. This is the

Ivanna"Mom!", I clamour, looking at both of them."Good morning, Ivanna", Mrs Mayra beams with a big smile on her face."Good morning", I mutter and look at mom. She doesn't seem to be worried, even relaxed. "I'm sorry, Mrs Mayra. But the payment....", I strive to say."Payment? What are you talking about? Who pays rent to live in their own house?", she laughs, taking a sip from the coffee. I look at her, being confused and then at mom."What? What are you talking about?", I ask her."Why will you pay, honey? Now, it's your home?", she is being extra sweet to me and it's difficult to digest."Sorry. One minute. Please tell me what are you talking about. And please, be clear. I'm not getting anything", I mumble."Oh! So, maybe it was a surprise for you from Mr Gomez. I guess I ruined it", she winks at me.What? What th

IvannaI come back tome and lie down on my bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking about my life. All my life, I had dealt with my financial status and gender. Being a middle-class girl isn't tougher than only being a girl. Why do some people treat us like an object or a trophy they need to win?It's not cool at all. I remember there was a time when I was in high school and newly loving English literature. Damn! I loved those novels where the men were obsessed with women and tried to win them, bounding in their barriers. Wow! How amazing! Someone can do anything to get his love. It's so fucking cool. A simple girl living her life with her sweet boyfriend, then suddenly an influential man comes, snatches the love of her life, claims her, owns her, treats her like a shit, still she falls for her. Are women so weak? Where's the damn self-respect?However, no. It's not cool at all. It's terrible when you realize you have no cont

AdavanWhen it starts moving, gradually raising the speed, she unknowingly grabs my arm and screams aloud while laughing. She must be enjoying the ride and I'm enjoying the view of her hand on mine.She keeps cheering on, grabbing my arm as I put my palm on her hand, rubbing her soft skin with my thumb. I forget about the ride when my eyes are glued to her completely.With a huge jerk, I come to my senses and realize it's over."It's always so fun", she laughs as she looks at me. Our eyes meet and soon she realizes that she has grabbed my arm. She immediately leaves it, smiling casually."Sorry", she mumbles."That's fine. I don't mind you holding me like this", I wink at her. She half-smiles and unfastens the belt as we get down of the ride.I can't even breath properly in this crowded place. How can a person even enjoy in such places? I swear, I'm not go