Night came and my knees are still trembling. That Damon shit is real. He is really threatening me and he does what he says.
His mind is unpredictable. He thinks out of the box. His actions were made to scare anyone who disagrees with him.
He is a clear manifestation of a demon living on earth. How come does he sleep at night peacefully? How come does he felt contentment as he saw someone suffering?
"Dinner is served, everyone. Come down now before the food gets cold," Mom said. I slowly rose from the bed thinking what could he possibly do next to me.
I'm not praying that he will do something bad to me but I must admit that I am afraid that he will mean things when he says that he wi
"Keatton we will be going within an hour for now. Get ready and get dressed, darling," Mom said. Little did they know that I have not taken any amount of sleep. "Yes, Mom," I said. As I went to my bathroom, I can't help but to clutch my chest. The water that comes out from the shower is peaking through my bones. It's cold. The coldness of the water makes me want to freeze. We have an hour to prepare before heading to their company. I personally won't like to call it as "our" company because I have never contributed any amount to it. Like, it makes me cringe to call someone mine or part of it wherein I haven't owned it ever since. And as usual, I did my morning routine. Scrubbing my body to remove dirt, shampooing my hair, and bubbling myself with my favorite shower gel. The scent that I am always obsessed with is str
"So, what can you say?" Mom asked. "Never knew that this is such a view to remember," I said. "How could you not show me this for the past twentysomething years?" I joked. Mom laughed. The building is indeed modernized. "Just stay right here for a moment. I will just follow your Dad," she said as she walks away from me. "Yeah sure," I said. The building consists of four floors. And we are currently on the third floor which happens to be the floor which my mom supervised. The fourth floor was for Dad. Everything seemed fine and very call center vibe. I mean, of course! After all, this is a call center company. I love the fact of how my Mom organized this floor very well. The ceiling is painted pure white while the lights are inserted on it. Like the typical bulb or light that we see in a hospital.
"You did enjoy my kiss," he chuckled as he cut off our kisses. "Damn you, Bryan!" I wiped my lips using the back of my palms. Tears rolled down in my face going to cheeks. Bryan's eyes looked at me worriedly "W-Why? What's the matter?" He said. I gave him a punch in the face. Blood swelled from his upper lips. He then touched it and look me in the eyes. "I am getting married and yet you do this to me," I said. Why the fuck did I not contest him? Perhaps I was carried away by my sinful need. "I-I thought we were enjoying the kiss? I never thought that you mean what you say when you told me that you are getting married?" He said. He grimaced as the tips of his lips touched the upper portion of his lips. "Damn, Keatton. You make me want to steal you away from him," he huskily said. "Never thought that you would grow wit
"Wait, who is this, Babe? Your grandpa?" Brandon teases Dad. Dad on the other hand hid me behind his back. "If you try to lay a finger on my son, Brandon. I swear, I will knock you out," Dad said. I can feel the tension between the two men. Mommy Elise dangled her arms to Dad's arm. "Stop it, William," she said. Mom then looked at Brandon. "Do not include our son, Mr. Crawford. You may leave now, please," she said calmly. Brandon then wears his Versace shades again as he gave us a shrug. "I'll be leaving here with my Babe," he said. "Keatton and I were going out on a date," he chuckled. "Right, Keatton?" He asked. Daddy William growled in anger. "No one is going with you, you dummy! Get the fuck outta here now!" He yelled. Brandon maintained his poise and snapped a finger in the air. We all look at the twenty men who
"Would this be all enough?" Brandon said as he removed his coat. He then smokes the cigar and blew it hard on the air. He booked us here at the famous resto in town. That only the riches of the riches can afford. I believe that the payment here is per hour. Brandon ordered a feast at our table. It was a heavy meal to watch that basically the both of us can't eat. Brandon keeps blowing the cigar in the air as he looked at me intently. It made me conscious for a bit as he stared at me. "Eat now, Babe," he said. "This is much of a food. Don't you think so, Brandon?" I said. He chuckled. "That means that I can give you more than enough, Babe," he winked at me. I laughed awkwardly. By the looks of the food, I can already tell how tasteful they are. I mean, they should be because as far as I know, the food in here costs al
And as I stooped on the building that my parents owned. They already waited for me at the entrance of the building with worried eyes. "You made me worried sick about you, darling," Mom then hugged me. "So sorry for that Mom," I responded. Dad on the other hand was just looking at us. Mom guided me to sat on the couch. She then handed me the blueberry cheesecake. "Aw, thanks for this," I said. "Actually, it was your Dad who bought it for you," she said. Dad just looked away and gazed his eyes to the glass door. I could tell how much he is worried about me. I can't blame anyone if Dad will be pissed off with me. I mean, it is almost seven in the evening that it is almost six hours since I left here. "Go talk to your Dad. I'll just get my bag in my office," she then walked away from us. "Dad?" I called. "Dad
As soon as our car stopped at our front yard, Dad unlocked the car's door. Without hesitation, I opened it and ran going through the door. Both of my parents don't have any words to say. I understand my Mom but what I don't is my Dad. Like, what the hell he is up to? Why does he need me to protect from Dominick? He always keeps on insinuating that Dominick can't afford a permanent house and mysteriously bought a pink diamond? Would it be not enough to know that the person is working hard just to prove himself to the person he loves? I believe that Dominick works hard for this engagement ring and no one can change my perception of it. I know my man better than anyone else. As t
"What the hell!" I opened my eyes. I heard something falling off the ground. My room is dark and dim. Cold but not that much. My fingers then gently massaged my eyes to somehow remove the itchiness of it. "Haven't eaten dinner yet," and as I turned on my phone it is already twelve in the midnight. I yawned as I stretched my limbs. I rose up from the bed and immediately went up to turn on the lights. My stomach growl. "Oh yeah, we will be eating now, tummy. Just wait up," I talked to myself. As soon as my fingers pressed the switch button to turn it on. I saw myself being fully naked. "What?" The only reaction I said. "As I remember I did not undress me," basically, I was not totally naked.