One day when the light is glowing, I'll be in my castle golden but until the gates are open, I just wanna feel this moment Oh oh... I just wanna feel this moment Oh oh... I just wanna to feel this moment.
Ah, Christina... how I loved this woman's voice.
I took off my earbuds and turned to see Jimmy for a second, who was a few feet behind me looking like he was about to have a heart attack.
“How are you doing, Jimmy?” I asked worried, but without stopping running.
"Like a million bucks," he exclaimed between gasps.
"It's only two miles to go, buddy," I yelled at him before picking up the pace.
"It’s been twelve now, I think I can complete them by crawling."
I put my earbuds back on without losing my smile and fully focused on my training.
I know you're wondering who the hell Jimmy is, and well, I'm going to tell you:
Jimmy has been my bodyguard for three days.
Crazy, right? I'd never needed one i
Mark gave a hiss of appreciation as he leaned against the closed door. "Man... you scored well with her." And that made me feel... how was I supposed to feel? Mark had kept an eye on Helena and it didn’t feel good. Fred's chuckle made me realize that I was silent and staring at Mark, who looked surprised. “If looks could kill...” "Relax, Royce," Mark said uncomfortably moving from the door. "I'm married, but not blind. I’m just letting you know that your girlfriend is beautiful.” "I don't know how Olivia would feel knowing that you scanned another woman," I mumbled sitting down in my chair. I must have said something funny because he started laughing heartily. "He's new in this," Fred said laughing as well. "Thinks that our senses are only activated with our women." I gaped at both of them as they cracked up in laughter as they sat across from me. “You think Sofia doesn’t eyed men on the street?” Fred as
"It's a nice night, right?" Meow. “It will only be a few hours, you’ll have water, food and the house to yourself, Rolls.” Meow. I looked away from the city and looked amused at the cat in my arms. Every night was the same; I would sit in one of the chairs on the small balcony on the second floor and Rolls would climb onto my lap to be patted while Helena finished dinner. But tonight would be different, because for the first time, I would leave Rolls alone and go with my girlfriend and my friends for a night of drinks. God, I was too nervous about this whole matter, so much so that I was about to tell Helena to cancel the outing, but seeing her enthusiasm and joy on her face, I couldn’t do it. I got up from the chair, adjusted the gray shirt Helena had chosen for me and locked the French doors, and leaving the cat on the sofa, I went to find my girl to see what was taking her so long, when I stopped fr
“How do you feel, miss?” Dizzy, wanting to vomit, tired, scared. "Good," I mumbled looking away from the nurse. “You sure?” She asked doubtful "You have to be honest, otherwise you’ll be here longer until you tell the truth, you were about to overdose." Mother fucker. Drug addicts overdosed; I had barely had a marihuana brownie and it was like a binge in my teenage days, so I couldn't be called a junkie. But someone had injected me with a drug capable of killing and tried to kidnap me. I opened my mouth and told the nurse how I really felt and turned my face towards the closed door. I had overheard Christopher muttering something to the doctor when she left my room 15 minutes ago and he still hadn't come in to see me. "I'll be back in an hour to check your vital signs, but you should be fine with the serum and the fentanyl counteracting medicine." I nodded and stayed silent not wanting to
“What did you say?” I asked my breath stopping and my heartbeat quickening. Was I about to have a heart attack because of a love declaration? "That I love you," she repeated biting her lip and looking amused. It was definitely a heart attack. Why did she look amused? And what the hell was I doing now? “I... I...” "You... you..." She repeated leaning back laughing, giving me the opportunity to get up from the couch. I started pacing the room trying to calm myself down; Why was she acting this way? Was my reaction normal when you heard those words for the first time? At least when they were directed you? "I like this view," Helena muttered stretching lazily on the couch, "But why don't you come here with me, sexy? We can finish what we started a few minutes ago...” Where the hell did my voice go? Why couldn't I answer her? And why did she look so calm and not insulted or hurt by my lack of response? "You'r
“This is beautiful, Chris!” I exclaimed looking around me fascinated. "I'm glad you like it, honey," he murmured. I was surprised when I turned and saw him blowing out his breath. “Did you think I wasn't going to like it?” I asked mockingly, "But if everything I’ve seen is incredible...” "I always get on my nerves before an opening," he explained with a shrug. I shook in disbelief as we descended the stairs of that impressive summer "house" Chris had built for his friends and went to the huge, open kitchen that was screaming for me to use it. But it wasn’t only this house, but also the main house Alex and Abbie would use, because where we were and would sleep, was the humble guest house. Chris had totally rebuilt it, creating a second floor with three bedrooms and three bathrooms, making my mind ask a thousand questions about how Abbie did all those years without having a bathroom. "She lived on an island by herself, He
"So you left with her without thinking about the consequences? Last warning my love, get away from that bitch or I'll finish her off" I locked the phone and put it in my pocket feeling the anger tensing my body. After having passed the impression of what those messages meant, fear had given way to rage. Who did this woman thought she was to write things like this to me? For how long would she continue to bother me? How dare she to threaten my woman and me? My only answer is that she was crazy and needed medication, there was no other explanation. “Hey.” I turned around with a smile on my face when I saw Pierre and Mark approaching, watching everything in wonder. "This place is nothing like what I met almost two years ago," said Pierre, stepping aside as I passed by with a heavy slab. "You've done something incredible with all of this, Chris." “Thanks,” I murmured letting out my breath w
I didn't want to move. Good heavens, I really didn't want to do it, and it had nothing to do with the woman who slept almost on top of me, but because everything revolved around me. And closing my eyes made everything worse, therefore, I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling barely visible in the darkness of the room. The hangover sickness made me hesitate to want to drink again; I don't understand how there are people who liked this feeling. "Hmm...” I hugged Helena even tighter when she contorted on me and relaxed again when she became still. “Are you awake?” she murmured against my neck, her fingers playing with the hair on my chest as she stretched along my body. “Yes.” I cleared my voice when it came out hoarse from sleep and I couldn't help but smile when she started to place soft kisses on my throat before pulling away completely. I shook my head to see her move in the dark and groaned in pain as the bathroom
"This is not the kind of night I thought I’d be having," Pierre muttered sulkily. "It's much better," Mark nodded smiling before winking at me. "Let me disagree on that, Sanders." I bit my lip to keep from laughing when the Frenchman took the cucumber slices from his eyes to look at him with feigned hatred. "I join my wife when she wears masks," Fred objected from a corner with his hands dipping into a bowl of warm water. "Abbie also likes when I accompany her in these tasks" Alex agreed next to Fred with his feet in another container of water "It's not bad, men can also groom themselves." "You fagots," Pierre growled placing the slices back on his eyelids, "Royce, quiet your wife. She wants to change our X chromosome for the Y." "Don't be ridiculous, Pierre," my husband yelled from the kitchen, "You were the first to ask her to put a mask on you." "My chum-chum likes my skin soft," he answered under his breath before shutting
"Holy God, it's so good," Helena moaned falling back onto the pillows. "At some point it has to stop being so perfect, sweetheart. Sex after marriage is supposed to be boring and bland.” "I didn't see anything bland about what we were doing a minute ago," I replied exhausted falling next to her so as not to crush her. "You're incredible, honey." She smirked at me still trying to regulate her breathing and I couldn't help but bring my hand up to her distended stomach. I still couldn't believe that in less than three weeks I would become a father. Apparently, Helena's contraceptive had been compromised the day they tried to kidnap her. Among the drugs they gave her, plus the antibiotics she took along with other medicines, they made conception possible… besides the amount of sex we had after that episode. "We were only supposed to watch a movie," I drawled while still touching and looking at her. And now, with almost nine months, my wife
I was where I needed to be. It was a hard journey, but I was here. And while my wife was supposedly mad at me, I knew it would all work out. Or that’s what I hoped before kissing her and losing control with her touch. I wasn't really sure anymore after that. I’d literally pushed her away and shut herself, and I didn't know whether to let her be or slam the door for her to get out. That's what I was going to do tomorrow, but luckily, she had come out voluntarily. “Where’s your ring, honey?” I muttered totally intrigued running my finger over one of her eyebrows. “Are you really waiting for my lawyer? Did I wait too long to get to you?” I couldn't help but smile when a sigh escaped her mouth before she moved her body closer to where I was sitting. No. I hadn't misread the signs, Helena still loved me and I knew that from one moment to the other, everything would be solved, she just wanted to make me pay fo
“And then?” Josh whispered. “Nothing!” I sputtered. “Nothing happened.” “What do you mean nothing happened?” Jenny sounded dumbfounded. I covered my mouth when I yawned before answering. After showing up at the bar again, walking me home, and basically camping on the porch, Christopher had disappeared sometime in the morning. That bastard. I’d spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, waiting for some sound from outside. And had it happened? No! Now I found myself feeling hopelessly tired and annoyed at myself for not calling the police. I should have made the fucking call and... Bah, who was I lying to? I wouldn’t have slept knowing he was around. "He doesn't look like a man begging for your forgiveness," Candace murmured to my right. “Because you said so?” "Because that says so," she answered pointing to the front, leaving my body shaking. There was my adorable torment pla
"So... tonight’s bar night?" Jenny asked when I entered the reception “Asera said there’s gonna ribs.” "You’ve just bought me with that," I accepted happily eating the last potato chip from the bag. "Are there more of these? They are delicious.” "That's the third bag so far this morning, my dear, I think that's your limit," she replied amused seeing me throw the bag in the trash. "But it's almost lunch time." “What am I supposed to do meanwhile?” I asked sighing dramatically. “How about a massage?” she pointed down the hall. "An unexpected date came and you are the only one free." "Okay," I shrugged walking over to where my friend pointed. "It’s in my cubicle?" “That's how it’s.” I made my way to my cubicle with the knowledge that in an hour I would be sitting with a large plate full of pizza and fried chicken that I would devour with desire. God... lately my stomach didn’t fill with anything. It's been 43 days
"He won't stop bleeding, why is he still bleeding?" The hysterical tone in Helena's voice brought me back from wherever I had gone. "Ma'am, I'm going to ask you to leave," I heard a man's voice. "Come on Doc. Let her be, it's her husband who got hurt." This time it was Alex I heard. “Your husband needs X-rays and surgery.” "No," I said as soon as I heard the last. “Chris?” I opened my eyes to find myself in a white and well-lit room, this light hurt my eyes, so I had to close them again. “Where am I?” I asked feeling Helena's hand squeezing mine. "You're in the ER," Helena said next to me, "You scared me so much, baby, you’ve been almost an hour unconscious." "And we don't know if he suffered a head injury, ma'am." that voice sounded familiar to me but I couldn't know from where. "And his nose suffered again, we have to intervene now.” "No operations," I said pushing Helena aside so I could sit d
"I’ll never understand why the Black Widow fights Chitauri with two fucking little guns." I bit my lip hard so as not to let out the laugh that struggled to come out of my mouth when I heard that complaint once more. “And what about Hawkeye?” She snorted without taking her eyes off the movie. "Twelve fucking arrows? And what is he doing when he runs out of them? Kill himself? Oh, my God...” “We can put on another movie if you want―” "If you change it, I'll kill you" she cut me hitting me in the ribs with her elbow "You know I love this movie." “Because of Tony stark...” "Because of Bruce Banner," she corrected me. “You want me to become The Hulk?” I murmured biting her neck, "What do you say? Do you want to recreate a scene between the Black Widow and The Hulk?” "You’re so ridiculous," she replied laughing when I turned her to leave her stretched out on the sofa with me sitting on her legs. "How can you have an
"This is not the kind of night I thought I’d be having," Pierre muttered sulkily. "It's much better," Mark nodded smiling before winking at me. "Let me disagree on that, Sanders." I bit my lip to keep from laughing when the Frenchman took the cucumber slices from his eyes to look at him with feigned hatred. "I join my wife when she wears masks," Fred objected from a corner with his hands dipping into a bowl of warm water. "Abbie also likes when I accompany her in these tasks" Alex agreed next to Fred with his feet in another container of water "It's not bad, men can also groom themselves." "You fagots," Pierre growled placing the slices back on his eyelids, "Royce, quiet your wife. She wants to change our X chromosome for the Y." "Don't be ridiculous, Pierre," my husband yelled from the kitchen, "You were the first to ask her to put a mask on you." "My chum-chum likes my skin soft," he answered under his breath before shutting
I didn't want to move. Good heavens, I really didn't want to do it, and it had nothing to do with the woman who slept almost on top of me, but because everything revolved around me. And closing my eyes made everything worse, therefore, I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling barely visible in the darkness of the room. The hangover sickness made me hesitate to want to drink again; I don't understand how there are people who liked this feeling. "Hmm...” I hugged Helena even tighter when she contorted on me and relaxed again when she became still. “Are you awake?” she murmured against my neck, her fingers playing with the hair on my chest as she stretched along my body. “Yes.” I cleared my voice when it came out hoarse from sleep and I couldn't help but smile when she started to place soft kisses on my throat before pulling away completely. I shook my head to see her move in the dark and groaned in pain as the bathroom
"So you left with her without thinking about the consequences? Last warning my love, get away from that bitch or I'll finish her off" I locked the phone and put it in my pocket feeling the anger tensing my body. After having passed the impression of what those messages meant, fear had given way to rage. Who did this woman thought she was to write things like this to me? For how long would she continue to bother me? How dare she to threaten my woman and me? My only answer is that she was crazy and needed medication, there was no other explanation. “Hey.” I turned around with a smile on my face when I saw Pierre and Mark approaching, watching everything in wonder. "This place is nothing like what I met almost two years ago," said Pierre, stepping aside as I passed by with a heavy slab. "You've done something incredible with all of this, Chris." “Thanks,” I murmured letting out my breath w