I was staring at him and he looked the same as he appeared in my dreams. Is he here or I'm still in my dream?
But something is different compared to my previous dream. In my dream yesterday, he was looking at me with so much affection but in today's dream, he is looking at me with so much hatred. Or is it something else?
I can't specify it. What the hell? Why do all of the dreams seem so real and confusing? I want to know if it's reality or a dream and there is only one way to know Jane. Pinching always works. Yes, pinching yourself takes you out of your dreams. So I will do it.
I was about to pinch myself but I stopped in my tracks. Why should I pinch myself? I don't deserve this. He is the one who always comes into my head to distract me. So he should be the one whom I should pinch.
In the morning Gray texted saying that he will pick me up for the library in his new car. Currently, he is helping his dad with the family business and he has worked hard to buy this car.I came out of the house and found a sports car parked in front of the gate. Gray was leaning on his brand new car in a white button-up shirt and faded jeans with his hands in the pocket. His face was tilted to the ground and he was patiently waiting for me. I went near him and he didn't notice me.“What are you thinking, Gray?" I asked him. He lifted his head and there was his world-famous mischievous smile.“I was thinking if I ask you out on a date will you accept it or reject it," he said playfully.His statement caught me off guard. Was he a
He was wearing a blue suit with perfectly gelled hair. He was looking more dashing with his angry face. Why this person has only one emotion I wonder.His eyes moved to Gray's hand which was still on my waist. He was looking at him like he wanted to throw punches at his face. Gray sensed the tension in the air and removed his hands from my waist.Now he shifted his gaze from him to me. His gaze was boring holes in my body, warning me to move away from Gray's presence. But you all know that I don't take his orders.“Gray, meet Aunt Jennifer's son, Zanvil Adams," I said while intertwining my hands with Gray's forearm.Gray smiled at Zanvil and extended his hand “Hi Grayson Williams”.Zanvil d
“Hmm… uncle…” mere whispers came out from my mouth. How will I explain that it was his son who had put them there…Uncle was still looking at my bruised wrist and aunty too joined him. "Who did this to you, sweetie? Is someone hurting you?" the uncle asked with a worried voice and the hurt was on his face. Uncle loves me so much.Aunt's eyes were filled with tears. “Tell us, dear. Is someone bullying you at college?” Aunt still thinks I'm a child. In a normal situation, I would have laughed but she asked me with so much concern. Her tears started falling. They both love me so much. How am I going to tell them that their son is the person who did this?No, I can't tell them. I won't tell them. They will be more hurt, but what should I tell them instead? “
He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt which hugged his body perfectly. I could see his abs. I swallowed hard.He was staring at me. His eyes were moving from my legs to my face. I started feeling something in my stomach but I tried to ignore it. I saw him taking deep breaths. Was he controlling his anger? But I did nothing to make him angry. For some time we stared at each other. He was still looking at me with god knows what emotion in his eyes.The room was silent. We could hear only the soft breathing sound of ourselves. “What are you doing here?” I asked him while taking the initiative to break this silence.He took one more deep breath before opening his mouth. "I bought the ointment," he said while showing it to me. The irony of my life, the person who gave me the bru
He pinned me to the wall. “I always try to control my anger but as usual you like to piss me off. The more I try to control myself, the more you push my buttons to an end I can't even control it anymore”. He said angrily while burying his face in my neck.His hands that were on my waist lifted my camisole and settled there. His hands were holding my body in a vice grip and his thumb was making circles on it. My whole body went stiff. His touch has always caused a foreign sensation to run through my body.I gasped at his touch. He started kissing me on my neck and when I tried to stop him, he interviewed my finger with his and pinned them above my head. He was taking care not to hurt my bruised area, but he is still trying to hurt me.“Zanvil, stop touching me," I said in anger. He
I was sitting in the dining area waiting for my breakfast. It's been three weeks since we have been avoiding each other or to put it in better words, I'm hiding from him because I clearly remember his words.“You were always like this Jane. Always refusing me and pushing me away. But you know what makes me angrier than this Jane? You enjoy other men's touches and because of it, I hate you. Don't you dare show me this face of yours again" he said while licking his bruised lip and smirking at me again "And if you dared, I won't mind taking you there and then. Your little hands won't be able to stop me" he said while smiling bitterly at me.On that day, I don't remember when I dozed off on the floor. I was crying my heart out. Remembering it caused a shiver to run through my body because the Zanvil I know is a man of his words. And I don
When I looked at the person I jumped in excitement. But immediately my expression changed to a sour one.He was standing there smiling at me. I can see the excitement in his eyes. His eyes are telling me that he wants to tell me so many things. He is so happy to meet me after a long time. He was wearing black Armani with his tie loosened.I can't believe he started to wear black suits again. How many times have I told him that other colors will look good on him? Still, he wore black. Though he looks handsome in black, I like watching him in other colors. He looks more mature than the last time I saw him and more handsome with a well-built body.I don't know how girls stop themselves from drooling at the sight of his look. I think they don't.From
“What...what did I ask uncle?" a mere whisper came out of my mouth."Stop playing innocently in front of me" he spoke angrily. "You asked my dad to marry me" he repeated his words through clenched teeth. Hearing his words, the world around me became blank. He was speaking but it was like I was not able to hear anything. Only his words were echoing in my ears ‘You asked my dad to marry me.I was staring at his face. His eyes tell that he is angry and not happy with his father's decision. And so was I. But why did the uncle say that I asked him to marry his son? I heard some crashing sound that brought me out of my lost trance.Zanvil harshly grabbed my arm and lifted me from his bed. As soon as I was up, he left my hand making me struggle on my feet. It was so fast that I lost my balance and I fell