ALVIRA’S POV“Miss? Miss?”“Maam?” Jane said, touching me and breaking out of my thoughts. I looked around, realizing that I had zoned out again. I shook my head, embarrassed as I noticed all eyes on me. “Ma’am, is everything alright?” Jane asked in a quiet voice. “Huh? Yeah. Um, sorry, I just zoned out for a second. What were we talking about?” I asked. “We were asking if you had any questions on the subject, ma.” Jane said. I blinked. I had no idea what subject they were even referring to. “Oh! Okay, um, let me see.” I flipped open my notebook, skimming through the pages for anything that I could ask only to come up short. I raised my head, seeing their expectant faces and I immediately felt bad. “You know what? How about we adjourn this meeting, yes? I’m so sorry but I just have a lot on my plate right now. I am really sorry.” I apologized. “Of course ma. Whenever you’re ready.” She replied, smiling. “Ladies, gentlemen, we will meet again next week to continue our review
ALVIRA’S POV I shivered as the evenings cool breeze chilled my bare arms. I was going to work in a night club, for the first time in my life. This was would even be my first time of being in a nightclub, but I really needed the money, my friend – the only person I had in the world, Clarissa, was sick, and I needed money for her treatment. She had fought me over going to work at a night club, not minding that she was the one that was sick, and she was the one that needed the money. According to her, the nightclub was no place for an innocent girl like me. But, heaven knows I had no other choice other than being a stripper. However, age had helped me dress. Helping me strap my red lacy push up bra that made my boobs jut out in a way that really embarrassed me, making me blush. I was wearing a very short skirt, and fishnet garters that even made me feel more exposed, yet Clarissa had taken one look at me, and said I still looked ‘too innocent’ My work at the club, as the manager ex
ALVIRA’S POVI could feel the tears fall freely now as I got home, despite the fact, I enjoyed everything that happened between Carter and I at the night club.But, the memories from three years ago came crashing in, harder, stronger. I had been outside, trying to get to my rundown home in an equally run down neighborhood quickly before the heavy rain that was brewing came pouring down, and I decided to go through an alley that was a short cut. I could still remember the sound of the rain, the smell of wet pavement, cigarettes, and dirt as powerful arms held me down, hurting me, violating my body. He had kissed me, and his mouth had tasted vile, making me feel like gaging, but I suppressed the urge to throw up. I needed my mouth to breathe, as my nostrils did not seem to get enough air. I shivered, then hugged myself as I finally got to my house. That had been three years ago, and in another neighborhood, another state – so why did I still remember that night so vividly immediate
CARTER’S POVThinking of the little stripper that took the other day, I took long drag while I smiled as I felt the immediate effect slamming against my brain. Life was indeed good. One of the blonds behind me – sherry, or something like that, snaked a hand across my shoulder, curving her thumb, and attempting to take a sniffer of my product. I smacked her hand, and laughed when she whelped."Sorry Sherry. Only good girls get this stuff. You have to prove yourself first.”I watched as a look of pain entered her eyes, and I got easily annoyed. These whores were the same. Always getting hurt for stupid reasons.The whore turned her eyes up to mine, batting her fake lashes. “I’m Sharon, not Sherry.”I hissed, getting annoyed. “Well Shay, I’m already bored with you, leave my mansion now.”Tears immediately filled the whore’s eyes as I called my guards to throw her out. They didn’t even let her put on her clothes, and I had to laugh as I watched them throw her out naked – then I also asked
CARTER’S POVGetting to the club, I downed a shot of whiskey as I thought endlessly of my father’s word to me. Then all of a sudden, I noticed Alvira was no where to be found.For no reason, I became worried and began searching for her with a scattered gaze."Where is the new stripper girl?” I asked one of the stripper lady in nude."I don’t know who you speak of Mr. Carter,” she responded and with a disdain look, I permitted her to leave without a word to her.It’s rather stranger getting worried about a common stripper girl but something about her seem different.Was it her first time doing this job?Her lips tasted so innocent and without experience.All of these thoughts kept raging in my head. But then I remembered my father’s words to me."Isn’t this a blessings in disguise?” I murmured silently, lost in my thoughts. I mean, my father had asked me to find an innocent, vulnerable girl, make her love me, and then break her heart brutally.Making little Alvira my lab rat in gettin
ALVIRA'S POVI felt the slight shivers that racked my body begin to increase. I tried to stop my teeth from chattering together by biting down hard at my lower lip till I felt blood trickled down my lip.Tears filled my eyes. I was such a weirdo. Carter was all gentleness now, smiling at me, and asking polite little questions, but I could hardly answer him. No matter how much I tried to, my teeth could not just stop. He reached out a hand gently and took mine that was balled in a tight fist. "Alvira look at me,” he commanded, but there was a gentleness in his voice. Unwittingly, I found myself staring into his intimidating jet-black eyes."Do you want me to hold you?” He asked, and if the offer was unusual, the look in his eyes showed he knew what I needed, even before I needed it.Right now, I did need a hug badly, but I was afraid of how my body would react to his if I let him hold me again. I found myself nodding, against my better judgement.I expected Carter to get up, and w
CARTER’S POV I drew in a breath as I heard my phone ring, and my father’s name appear on the screen. I was surprised to notice I didn’t look forward to talking to him. As much as I hated my father, I had always enjoyed talking with him, his conversations proved challenging. I didn’t care to examine the reason why I did not want to speak with him today, but it probably had something to do with damaging the innocence that shone through a certain per of green eyes. It was easy, just too easy, and because of how easy it was, I felt something I had never felt before, guilt. "You’ve done some things I’m proud of Carter.” My father started as soon as I picked the call. In the past, I would have been thrilled to hear he was proud of me, but now, I was starting not to care. "You found just the right girl. What’s her name again – Alexa – Alina?” "Alvira.” I snapped, trying my best to figure out what my father was playing at before he struck his blow. I always failed at that. Somehow, M
ALVIRA's povI never comprehended how rapidly someone could infiltrate every aspect of your existence, weaving themselves into your every thought, emotion, and pulse. Carter did that to me, and to this day, I can not determine if it was magic or madness. Whether by his side or not, his influence dominated every moment, immersing me in a realm I had never envisioned. Despite the excitement, there was a subtle sense of unease present. It was an unspoken heaviness that felt like a looming storm.The initial indication of that stress appeared on a peaceful evening stroll. We had recently departed from a charming small eatery, the type that seemed secluded, secure. Carter and I strolled next to each other down a street bordered by trees, his hand occasionally brushing against mine. He appeared deeply engrossed in his thoughts, his typical calm attitude now replaced by a sense of restraint, as if he was concealing a feeling unique to him.Suddenly, he inquired, "Have you ever pondered on
ALVIRA’S POV“Miss? Miss?”“Maam?” Jane said, touching me and breaking out of my thoughts. I looked around, realizing that I had zoned out again. I shook my head, embarrassed as I noticed all eyes on me. “Ma’am, is everything alright?” Jane asked in a quiet voice. “Huh? Yeah. Um, sorry, I just zoned out for a second. What were we talking about?” I asked. “We were asking if you had any questions on the subject, ma.” Jane said. I blinked. I had no idea what subject they were even referring to. “Oh! Okay, um, let me see.” I flipped open my notebook, skimming through the pages for anything that I could ask only to come up short. I raised my head, seeing their expectant faces and I immediately felt bad. “You know what? How about we adjourn this meeting, yes? I’m so sorry but I just have a lot on my plate right now. I am really sorry.” I apologized. “Of course ma. Whenever you’re ready.” She replied, smiling. “Ladies, gentlemen, we will meet again next week to continue our review
CARTER’S POVI stood by the bleachers watching as the players practiced. The playoffs were in a week and the tension was high as they played, going over the same routines over and over. One particular player stood out, holding my attention for more than half of the time I stood there. He was the man that now held Alvira's heart. The past month has been with me constantly trying to get her to forgive me and speak to me and every single time, I was met with a brick wall. But I was not going to give up anytime soon. I was going to keep up until I knew that she had finally forgiven me. I have already come to terms with the fact that she can never be mine again. I mean, I blew up any other chances myself when I broke her heart. The new private investigator I hired had told me of her relationship with the man and how she spent every Sunday evening at their family house for dinner. It tore at my heart that I could not be the one to provide her with the love and care that she had always
ALVIRA’S POVHow could he have possibly found me? Oh my God, help me!I could barely sleep for days. Seeing Carter for the first time since that unfortunate night had brought back a flurry of emotions. I did not know how to feel or react and somehow ended up having a panic attack. I was grateful that Clarissa had been there to help me or I would have passed out. I could no longer focus at work or anywhere. I would find myself zoning out just thinking about him. He had not aged a bit ever since. He still looked as handsome as he was when he broke my heart. He had also grown out his beards just a little bit. Exactly how I liked it. But it was too late to think about that now. It has been a week and a few days since he showed up back in my life and I hate to admit that I have not stopped thinking about him. Truth is, I never stopped thinking about him. One doesn’t just forget about one’s first love. How could I? He was my first in so many ways, I had made so many memories with him and
CARTER’S POVGod, she was breathtaking.“Hello, Alvira. Where have you been? I have been looking everywhere for you.” I started.I looked at her, she looked like a breath of fresh air in the busy streets of New York. I could not stop looking at her. She had gotten even prettier, she looked plumper in all the right places and my God, did she look delicious. It felt like it was just us two in the world and all I could do was continue to look at her like my life depended on it. Oh! What a relief to finally set my eyes on her. I have been looking for her for ages and here she was, standing in front of me, looking just as radiant as she did a year ago, if not more in her simple but elegant outfit.She was dressed in a simple plaid shirt and plain grey pants, the outfit holding just the right parts of her. Her hair was in a sleek ponytail and she had some cute fancy hair pins to hold off extra strands or just to accessorize, I could not tell but they looked gorgeous on her all the same.I
ALVIRA’S POV“These are the files you requested for ma'am. I also added the due diligence report you asked for and dropped some of my notes for you.” Jane, my assistant, said, walking into the office and gently placing the folder on my table.“Thank you, Jane. I will go through them in a minute and then we will have the meeting with the finance and marketing department on the next step. Please schedule it for tomorrow morning. I want to have this project done and over by the end of this week.” I said. “Of course, ma. I will get to that immediately.”“Thank you. And one more thing, Jane..”“Yes?”“How are your studies? I hope you are taking them seriously?” I asked.“Of course ma’am. Trust me, passing my finals is all that matters to me right now.” she enthused.“That is the spirit. Keep it up.” “Thank you ma’am. Your support to me these past few months have been everything to me.”“Come on. It is nothing. You can go on with your work now.” I said.“Alright ma.”I immediately went th
ALVIRA’S POVIt had been three months since I was discharged from the hospital and began living with the Zimmerman family and all I can say is that, if it has been nothing but a blessing being with these lovely souls. I was able to not only see but to also have a first hand experience of what unfiltered love felt and looked like. It was such a breath of fresh air to see James continuously fawning over Cecil. I loved watching the way they would flirt with each other endlessly, her grin permanently plastered on her face. It was just so refreshing. Lucas always gagged and behaved like he was disgusted by it and it pleased me to continually tease him about it endlessly. The look on his face was always priceless. Clarissa had finally come back to the states and it has been a somewhat smooth ride all along. It was refreshing to be around people who were there to help me get out of tough times. I was not completely out of the woods yet but I could already see the light at the end of the tu
CARTER’S POVEverything happened so fast. One minute I was living my best life in Greece, and the very next, I was boarding a ten hour flight back to New York, sitting uncomfortably and impatiently as I counted down the seconds before we landed. With the way I was reacting, one would dare think that I had a very loving relationship with my father and would be so devastated if anything were to happen to him. Well, a part of it was true but another part of it was also not true. True, my father and I were not the best of pals and hardly got along very well, but that did not mean that I wished any bad thing to come to him. I just wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. I was grateful to Larry for his ability to think on his feet. Ever since the call had come in, he had been the one making the arrangements and making sure that everything went smoothly. He had arranged for the plane to be ready in an hour and had the staff come over to help me arrange my stuff into the car bef
CARTER’S POVLife as a self made multimillionaire was great. I got to have the most beautiful girls, make crucial decisions, spend money however I wanted to, traveled to places I wanted to around the world, and drove only the latest versions of the most expensive cars in the world. I mean, with a face and body like mine coupled with pockets as deep as mine, I was unstoppable. Business was booming and the profits were tripling. The investors were happy which meant more money was being reinvested back into the business. Larry, being the fuvking genius that he was, was relentless when it came to making deals and negotiating with clients. I could never have asked for a more perfect partner. Now, all that was left was to finally be able to cash in on the inheritance money that was sure to come in anytime soon. Although, with the amount of money that I now had sitting in my numerous bank accounts and investments, I wasn’t so interested in the will as much as before. But still, who wasn’t
ALVIRA’S POVLife with the Zimmerman family has been nothing but wonderful. It felt good to finally get to have a glimpse of what being in a family feels like. I watched as Lucas and his family interacted and I had to admit, it kind of stung. All I have ever wished for growing up was to experience the joy of being in a loving family. As an orphan, I had been passed from one orphanage to another, always hoping to the forces that be that somehow, I would get accepted into a home where I would experience the love and care and acceptance of a family. But alas, that was not to be my lot in life. It was nice to finally experience a bit of love from a family. Cecil had been a sweetheart to me ever since she finally met me. I remember how she had held me c like I was some fragile piece of china. “We are going to make sure we help you get through this, okay?” I remember her words. It had taken every single part of me to hold back from bawling my eyes out. She just had the calmest of faces,