Vincent No doubt, she is breathtakingly beautiful. Many men would worship the ground she walked on just to behold her alluring slender curves and firm breasts. I know I’d felt the same way when we were dating. Maybe, I would have felt something if not for the state I was in. But at that moment, I was empty of sexual desires. She reached for my right hand, took it, and placed it on her firm boobs, putting pressure on my hand so that my hand could in turn feel its denseness. I stared from it to her face, and at the tears in her eyes. This woman loved me, there was no doubt. I wished I could give in to her need to make her feel loved like she’d always wanted, but to me, it only felt like taking advantage of her vulnerability and making her more miserable. I couldn’t do that to her. I slowly bent over and picked her robe, then covered her with it. She stared pleadingly into my eyes, pushing against my chest as if it was dead and she was trying to resuscitate it. I raised my hand and h

Anne I awoke to the soft sound of my name. As I opened my eyes, I saw two hands coming towards me. I wasn’t afraid for I knew instantly who it was. He had called around 5 pm and arrived twenty minutes later. It meant he rode his bike and he was at a high speed. “How did you get here so fast?” I asked, sitting up with the help of his arms. “I rode on my bike,” he answered like a schoolboy caught stealing candy. He knew it’ll make me mad. “But Drew, you’re still healing. How could you have ridden the bike here?” He took his arms from me and sat down on the bed, staring down at his laps. “And you got here pretty fast. That means you were on high speed, Andrew!” I yelled, drawling his name. I was peeved by his thoughtless actions. I know he cared about me and all that but it was high time he started considering how his actions affected the people around him. God forbid, but if he had hurt himself riding to meet me, how did he think it’ll make me feel. I’d be devastated and would nev

AnneHe smiled when he realized he had gotten back my interest.“Let me start with the milder ones. It’s shocking all the same,” he stated, walking towards me in tormenting slow steps. “All the beautiful party gowns you swooned over were gotten by Vincent. Oh, the accessories included. Andrew’s still a kid, he doesn’t know yet how to treat a lady. Well, he had intercepted the first cloth and sent it himself. Vincent got the second one and intentionally gave it to Andrew to send to you. When Vincent remembered that you weren’t into heels, he had ordered a sandals replacement and had it sent to you. Andrew wasn’t as thoughtful.”“I see nothing wrong with any of that,” I shrugged. I saw a lot of things wrong with it but I wasn’t going to reveal that. Not to him anyway.“Next one,” he began, rubbing his palms together in excitement, “Right here in the garden, Andrew got cozy with a nerdy girl. What’s her name again? Pamela. He got like down and dirty,” he elaborated. “When he told me the g

Vincent She pulled away from me, wiping at her eyes to stop the tears. I took a few steps back to give her some space, but I was itching to hold her. I wanted to kiss those tears off her face. I wanted to whisper soothing words in her ear and have her lay on my chest, finding solace. But she didn’t want that. “Anny, talk to me,” I whispered. I felt that if I raised my voice, she’d break down completely. She looked straight into my eyes as if looking for answers. “Anny, please talk to me,” I was beginning to feel nauseous. “Why did you do it?” she finally spoke. This drove my nausea down a bit. But I was confused with the question. “Do what?” “Vincent, all I ever wanted was to study, make my grades, find a good job and take care of my family. I never asked to be sexually assaulted, yet it happened. Fine, I was ready to move past that. I wasn’t going to send your brother to jail, nor did I request an apology from him, yet he gave anyways. But what I don’t get is why you two deci

Anne ”I’m here,” I said quickly, holding his face and shoulders closer. “What are you doing here?” he asked, trying to sit up. I helped him into a sitting position whilst trying to think of the real reason I came up here. I don’t even know. I hadn’t planned on what I would say. I just knew I wanted to see him. “That’s not important. What’s important is getting you to a hospital,” I said, trying to pull him up. He shook his head. I stared at him as if he was going crazy, “Why not?” “I did not faint Anny, I was sleeping,” he said tiredly. I stared at him in shock. He called that sleeping. He was looking so pale and… As if he read my mind, he smiled and said, “I was drunk Anny. I still feel its effect. I’ve been puking for a while now. I couldn’t make it back to the room, so I decided to bring the room to me.” He dared to make fun of his situation. I almost smacked his head. “But you are weak, Vincent,” I argued. “Not really. I’m just tired of going back and forth. Nothing sali