He screamed while staring right at me. And then the naked girl who was on top riding him also screamed her lungs out.
I stayed at the window, also screaming from shock, hurt and confusion.
“WHAT THE HELL, TORI!” Christopher shouted at me as he tried to yank the naked girl off him.
She had nothing to fear. Her whole body was out there in full display. She didn’t care that I had seen her and also seen Chris.
“I am coming inside!” I yelled through the other side of the window.
I tried to lunge myself using the wall, but in the process, something stabbed my leg. I looked down to find thorns, probably from the flowers, sticking out from my leg.
“I am coming inside!” I shouted again through the window, still determined to get through. “What the hell is wrong with you, Tori?” he asked as he tried to wrap the bottom half of his body with the bedsheets. “I am coming inside.” I tried to lunge myself again, but that time, the wall brushed my arm.
His little guest in the bed was just lying naked on the bed using her phone, totally not caring about a single thing.
“Let me open the door.” he sighed and walked out of the bedroom.
I stopped trying to ‘break in’ and eventually walked around the house again back to the front door. I heard him jingle keys before finally opening the door.
“ARE YOU STUPID? YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT!” he screamed at me the second he saw my face. “I knew you weren’t going to open the front door, and I had to make a plan.” I sighed “Baby, come back to bed. I want to finish.” the naked girl from his bedroom moaned.“Lana, give me a second!” he shouted a reply back.
I folded my arms as I frowned at him.
“So, that the Lana? The Lana that I should not worry about?” I asked bitterly, with my arms still folded over my chest. “I- I… can…Let…I can explain.” he stammered“So now you don’t know how to talk as well?” I continued to ask bitterly.
He kept quiet and just stared right at me. The whole time in our relationship, I was always the tougher one. I intimidated him more than he intimidated me. Everyone said that I had bigger balls than him in the relationship.
“Okay, Lana and I are just friends.” he finally sighed “Hm?”
My phone started to vibrate from the pocket of my shorts.
“You should probably answer that.” he calmly suggested "You should probably fall off a cliff!” I snapped
I took my phone out of my pocket and saw that my father was calling me. I simply declined the call and slid the phone back into my pocket.
“So, do you do this with all your friends, or are they only the ones that I asked about multiple times for you to say not to worry about?” I questioned him.
My phone vibrated again. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was my father calling me again. I declined the call.
“Just answer that. He probably needs something from you.” Chris said“No. I know you’re just looking for ways to get rid of me and trying to avoid my questions, but that’s not happening. You’re going to answer me,” I snapped.
Then, we heard footsteps coming from his bedroom. The naked girl from his bedroom, who is Lana, came walking out with no clothes.
“Do you not like clothes? Are you allergic to them or something!?” I snapped at her when she came out displaying her tiny nude body“HEY!” Chris snapped at me “Don’t speak to Lana like that!” “Yo dude, you have thorns in your leg.” Lana had the nerve to say to me while pointing at my leg“No one is speaking to you, honey.”
My phone vibrated again, but that time, it was Roni.
“WHAT?!” I barked at her“Where are you?”“Out. I went for a drive.” I crafted a lie“Well, you need to come back now,” she responded “Why?”“It’s Mom. Something has happened to her.” she cried on the other end of the phone and then ended the call.
I began to tear up in front of my ex-fiance and his new mistress.
“I totally understand how you feel. I was also this devastated when I walked in on my boyfriend of 5 months sleeping with not one, but two girls and then he told me not to worry.”
Lana pretended to feel my pain when in actuality, I was in pain about hearing Roni say that something had happened to my mother.“I have to go.” I sighed as I quickly walked towards the front door, “WE are not done discussing this. I will come back, and you, over there, will go put on some clothes.”I rushed out of the house and tried to speed my way back home, but I was stuck in a traffic jam. I looked ahead of the road and saw ambulances rushing towards the same direction as me. After hearing Roni say that something had just happened to my mother, I prayed that those ambulances that I was competing with on the road were not rushing to my house. But as unfortunate as I was on that day, they were rushing to my house.
I parked the car at the other end of the road and ran out. I sprinted to my house and found my father standing by the gate. Roni was seated on the pavement, bawling her eyes out. I rushed up to her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked “We don’t know. Dad said they were in the bedroom still talking, and then she had a seizure,” she replied while crying.
Could this day get any worse?
The medical team rushed my mother on a stretcher into the ambulance while my dad climbed into the back with them.
“Where is dad’s car?” Roni asked me“Down by the street. Why?”“We have to go to the hospital too, but there is not enough space in the ambulance. Let’s go,” she answered as she pulled my arm, and we rushed towards the car.
***
We reached the hospital, and they rushed my mother inside while we sat in the waiting room. My dad had his head in his hands as he teared up, thinking about all the possibilities, while Roni started pacing around the waiting room as she nervously bit her nails. I placed my leg on a chair to pull out the thorns that stabbed me.
“Eli…” an elderly man around my father’s age walked up to my dad and gave him a hug.
I had never seen him before, but he seemed to know my father well enough.
“Russo, thanks for coming.” My dad replied
Russo?
“I had to come the minute I heard about Mary. Where are the girls?” he asked.
My father pointed at us, and then they came walking towards us.
“Veronica…” Russo hugged Roni, but she quickly opted for a handshake. “I am going for a walk.” she sighed and walked away“Victoria…” he turned to me for a hug.
How did he know my name? Who was this Russo guy?
After that weird hug with him, I turned around and saw Roni stomping her feet towards the exit. “Don’t worry, it’s not you. We all just had a hard day.” My dad whispered to this Russo guy. I slowly walked after Roni towards the exit. She seemed so upset about something else other than my mother suddenly being in hospital. “What’s wrong?” I questioned as soon as I reached her. She had a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared right at me. She then rested her head on my shoulder and continued to cry. “What’s going on, Roni? Speak to me.” I asked her again as I rubbed her back to soothe her. That day had been a long day of emotions, and so much was going on. Everyone had their fair share of being heartbroken in some way. “I don’t even know why I am crying. And gosh, I got makeup all over your clothes,” she laughed when she finally stepped back and tried to wipe her eyes. I looked over at my clothes and saw a smudge of whatever makeup she had on all over my clothes, and he
“So, we had discussed the brain tumour for a while.” The neurosurgeon started speaking. Roni inhaled sharply and slowly walked out of the room. I decided to follow her. She was by the wall outside the room, inhaling and exhaling sharply as she clutched onto her chest. A nurse came out of nowhere with a wheelchair. Roni sat on it as she continued to wheeze for air. Another nurse came with an oxygen tank, placed the mask on her face and instructed her to breathe. “Do you know if she has any history of respiratory problems?” another nurse asked me. A lot was going on. I was more focused on making sure my sister was going to make it rather than hearing whatever these nurses were saying to me. “Ma’am, do you know if your sister has any respiratory problems?” she asked me again.“No- no. I don’t think so. Not that I know of.” I shook my head, my eyes still focused on Roni, who struggled to breathe. I walked up to her, and she gripped my hand tightly. “Roni, breathe. Everything will be
Irritatedly, I had to leave and go and look for Roni. My father had interrupted my conversation with the Russo guy. My only way of getting to know him better. I raced down the hospital hallways and through the same door Roni exited from earlier. I was back in the parking lot, but a different one from where we parked the cars or maybe a different side of it because it did not look familiar. “Roni!” I called out, “RONI!” I looked from corner to corner and did not see her. I continued to call out her name as I walked from each car, looking for her. I ran without checking my surroundings until I heard a loud honk. I jumped up and turned around, and saw a car right next to me. “WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING!” the female driver yelled angrily as she swerved around me to continue driving. I quickly rushed out of the way and found Roni sitting on the benches by the end of the parking lot, overlooking the rest of the city. “Show is over, Roni.” I sighed as I approached her. She turned arou
He began to massage me gently, which made me feel some type of way. I found myself slowly tilting my head back and closing my eyes to get a better feel. “You see, you can trust me,” he said in a low voice. Who was this Russo guy? And what was he doing to me? He took his hand lower and lower, and his hand circled my upper chest before he removed his hand away quickly at the sound of the door opening. He cleared his throat and walked away. I quickly glanced at the door and saw Roni walking in. “Russo, give us privacy.” she hissed the minute her eyes landed on him.He nodded and walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him. “Don’t tell me you were talking to him,” she whispered “Talking to who?” I asked“You know who exactly I am talking about.” She answered in an irritated tone. I ignored her and continued to hold onto Mom’s delicate and fragile hands. “Tori, Russo is a dangerous man.” she continued to whisper“You think I am with him. Just because I was abandoned at m
Russo took the biggest step away from me while my father walked into the house. “Alessandro?” my father asked in shock“Eli.” Alessandro? They shook hands, and then my father turned to look at me. He looked confused or shocked. His facial expression was quite hard to read. “Is Roni here?” he asked.Well, good morning to you, too.“No, I haven’t seen her since I left the hospital yesterday. I think she went back home.” I answeredHe simply nodded and then turned to face the Russo guy, who had apparently been named Alessandro. “What are you doing here?” he asked him.“I came in to check on you. I wanted to know how you were doing,” he answered. “Well, how long have you been here?” My father questioned “Not too long. I think I have been here for, like, what, 5 to 10 minutes. Not too long. I just came and then Tori here offered me a glass of water.” he replied. I just stood there in my skimpy pyjamas, basically naked, watching these two elderly men exchanging in conversation. “To
“What is going on?” my father asked as soon as he turned his head around the corner. Russo quickly moved his hand away and looked up at my dad. This was the second time that day my father walked in on us. “I injured my foot, so he was helping me clean it up,” I replied “Is that what all this blood is about?” my father asked“Yep.”“So when is this blood going to get cleaned up?” I looked at my father, puzzled. He completely ignored the fact that my foot was injured and I was in a little pain and discomfort, and he was already looking for me to clean up the rest of my blood in the house like I intentionally went around dripping. I looked over at Russo, who quickly removed the medical gloves and threw in everything back into the first aid kit. “You will be fine,” he said in his normal voice and stood up. I slowly removed my foot off the table and limped around the house to get cleaning supplies to mop away the rest of my blood, leaving Russo and my father to talk. “Since when do
I said my byes to my mother again as I slowly let go of her hands, placed a kiss on her cheek, and then waited for my father to do the same. Then, we stepped out of her room. My father practically ran down the hospital hallways whilst I walked behind him unhurriedly. He turned around and looked at me impatiently, and then, as soon as I was close enough to him, he went back to his sprint. Was he being chased or something?I looked behind me to see if anyone was running after us, but everyone seemed to look at us as if we were lunatics. So, definitely, there was no one following us. It was just my father being his usual weird self. “Tori, hurry up!” he practically yelled the second time he turned around and found me still strolling through the hallways. More eyes glared at us. I felt so embarrassed and wanted to hide when my father started telling me to hurry up in front of all those people. “Sir, no running in the hospital.” some random hospital staff called out to my father as he
“So, how are you, Ms. Carter?” the boy asked as we walked to his car. I slowly dragged my feet to the car, wondering if that would be the best chance to make a run for it. He rushed towards his small car and opened the passenger door quickly, and gestured for me to go in. “What if I wanted to be the driver?” I asked bitterly“Uhh…” he stammered “Loosen up, Mr. Bow Tie.” I sighed “It was a joke.” I climbed into the car and buckled my seatbelt while he closed the door gently and rushed off to the other side, and hopped into the driver’s side. He climbed in and nervously started the engine. The car made some weird cough sound before it finally started. “It takes some time to warm up. I am sorry.” he laughed nervously as he looked at me. I just rolled my eyes. I had no idea what my father planned and I how I even ended up in that situation. “It- It’s a little old. You see, it was my father’s car quite for some time until he handed it off to me when he was upgrading to something coo
Bash dropped me off at the junction, claiming he was a little too worried to take me all the way to my door. I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, I sighed, grabbed my bag, and hopped out of the car. The early morning sun was already beaming down. As he drove off, I stood there for a moment, watching his car disappear around the corner. Then, with a deep breath, I adjusted my dress and started the rest of the walk home, my mind still lingering on the night before.I kind of felt angry because there was a sudden change in mood. After everything that happened the night before—the way he held me, the way he kissed me—it had all felt so perfect. But now, it was like he had flipped a switch. He barely looked at me when I got out of the car, and he didn’t even give me a small peck on the lips.I tried to brush it off, telling myself he was just in a hurry, but the disappointment still lingered. It felt like I had been pushed aside like I was just another part of his routine. My stoma
“Bash!” she exclaimed, her expression mirroring his shock. Great!I sighed. Being caught by Joey was one thing, but being caught by Katie was something else entirely. The only small relief was that, at least this time, I was not naked.“I thought you were going to yoga,” Bash said, still visibly shocked to find his mother in the dining room.“I am going. I was just about to leave—I forgot my water bottle,” she replied, her eyes narrowing. “Now, what exactly am I seeing here?”I mean, I knew she recognized me, and it was clear she was trying to match us up based on the conversation I overheard the night before."Good morning, Mrs—I mean, Katie," I said, stumbling over my words, nervous about her reaction. "Hey, Vic!" she responded warmly, her arms stretching wide to give me a hug. Her energy was so casual, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was an underlying tension in the air.I knew I still smelled like sleep and probably had morning breath, but I could not reject her hug.
"Okay..." Joey kept exclaiming in shock as I scrambled to grab the towel from the floor.I quickly wrapped the towel around myself, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I could not believe that, in just a matter of minutes, both of them had seen me completely naked.“What is going on here?” Joey questioned, her voice full of confusion.“Uhm—” I froze, my mind racing to find an explanation, but my words just wouldn’t come out.I glanced over at Bash, who was standing there, looking just as embarrassed for me as I was for myself. His face had turned a shade of red, and his eyes avoided mine, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding.“I am confused,” Joey said, her voice loud enough to echo through the hallway, completely oblivious to the volume.“Shh!” Bash hissed, his eyes wide with panic. “You are going to wake Mom up, and then this is going to turn into a whole chaotic situation.”“So, Mom does not know about any of this?” Joey asked, her voice still carrying more than it
Did I just...?He continued to thrust, slow and deliberate, maintaining a careful rhythm as if savouring every movement, every sensation between us.My mind was too clouded to fully register just how good it felt, lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment. But as his movements deepened, pleasure took over, and before I knew it, soft moans and breathless whimpers escaped my lips, completely involuntary yet impossible to hold back. "Shh," he hushed me, his voice low and commanding as he maintained his steady, deliberate rhythm.His grip tightened slightly, his movements never faltering, as if determined to keep control of both himself and me.I lay flat on my back, letting him take control as my body instinctively followed his movements. We fell into a seamless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me, building an intensity that left me breathless.His grip on my hips tightened as he exhaled a low, strained "Damn..." His voice was thick with desire, and the sound
It was a vulnerable moment, one that made my heart race in a way I had never experienced before. The cool air brushed against my skin, making me hyper-aware of everything—his gaze, the way his fingers traced along my thigh, the anticipation pooling in my stomach.I had never been this bare in front of anyone. Not like this. Not in a way that made me feel both exposed and electrified at the same time."It’s barely hairy," he murmured with a smile, his gaze warm.I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. Of all the things he could have said at that moment, that was what he chose. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, be embarrassed, or kick him for ruining the tension.“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, covering my face with my hands.He chuckled, his fingers gently pulling my hands away. “I mean it in a good way,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re beautiful.”I felt heat rise to my cheeks and shifted awkwardly, wanting to divert his attention. So, I cupped his face, pulling him closer as I pres
He immediately released his grip on my panty, his fingers trembling slightly. Without hesitation, he reached for his t-shirt, snatching it up from where it had been discarded. His movements were rushed, almost frantic, as he pulled it over his head, the fabric slipping over his toned body in one swift motion.Did he forget that I was there?I froze on the bed, unsure of what to do next. I wondered if I should go and greet her or if I should pretend I was fast asleep or just wait patiently for Bash to come back. “Who is the girl?” The echoes of Katie’s question bounced off the walls. “Uhm..” Bash responded. I wondered why he was delaying to answer. Wasn’t his mother okay with him having people over? “I thought you weren’t coming back until morning?” Bash asked, his tone casual but clearly trying to dodge his mother’s question.“Yeah, but then my friend suddenly got a headache, so we had to call it a night,” she replied with a hint of annoyance.“Oh.” “Did you have dinner?” she ask
We kissed. Finally.His lips were soft, smooth, and warm against mine—an effortless blend of passion and control. He kissed like a man who had done this before, who knew exactly what he was doing. And I melted into it, savouring every second.Unfortunately, that familiar sour, slightly burning taste of wine crept back into my mouth, but it didn't matter.Bash had the best lips.I hated to admit it, but he kissed better than Russo. Or maybe it was just different—where Russo was rough and passionate, Bash was soft and deliberate, his touch sending slow, teasing shivers down my spine. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a contrast, a new kind of intoxication.We continued to kiss, deeper and longer, until the world around us blurred into nothing. But then it hit me—among the long list of experiences that made him such a good kisser, Roni was one of them.The thought burned through me like ice, snapping me back to reality.I pulled away suddenly, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths,
“Hello, Dad,” I answered, trying to steady my voice.“Tori, is everything alright? Do you need me to come get you?” His voice was laced with concern.“No, no, everything’s fine,” I reassured him quickly.He sighed. “Then why send a message instead of calling me?”I stayed silent, my mind scrambling for an excuse—but unlike all the other times, I didn’t have a lie ready.“I’m sorry, Dad,” I sighed.“It’s fine, but you’d better be back tomorrow—midday at the latest. You can’t overstay at someone’s place. What will they think of us?” he started rambling.“Okay, Dad. I’ll be back in the morning,” I assured him.“Goodnight,” he said before hanging up, not even giving me a chance to respond.I put my phone back and walked back to Bash. But by then, Bash was out of the kissing mood. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling a pang of worry.“Nothing, nothing,” he replied with a casual shrug, but I wasn’t convinced.He began gathering the dishes, carrying them off to the kitchen, leaving me standing
"I thought I was only visiting," I answered."Oh?" he sighed, his disappointment barely hidden.I could see the hurt in his eyes, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Staying over wasn’t an option—I’d be in serious trouble with my father."Wait, but I thought yesterday you didn’t want me," I finally asked."Hm?" he replied, his brows slightly furrowing."What did you say?" he asked again, sitting down and looking at me intently."Oh no, it's okay," I replied quickly, hoping to brush it off.I felt his leg gently brush against mine under the table, sending a jolt through me. I jumped slightly, my breath hitching.“What’s wrong?” he asked as he poured himself some more wine“Oh, nothing, nothing.” I answered quickly. I knew I was probably ruining the dinner at that point. The tension in the air felt thick, and I hated that I was overthinking everything, second-guessing each little moment."So, I’m not pouring you some wine?" he asked, still holding the bottle of white wine, a pla