Friday morning wakes me up with a surprise. I struggle to get out of the bed as my arm aims for my phone that's been ringing for like a minute now and has been the main cause of my early rise. I sneak clumsily off of Sebastian's captive and he groans in response to the slightest movement I make. I reach for the phone, adjusting to the intense light. Kim is the name that reads. All of a sudden, sleep is no longer within me and I'm suddenly as alert as an FBI agent. I answer the dial, placing it next to my ear.“Kim?” I exclaim, shushing myself afterwards as comprehension comes to me that Sebastian is still asleep.“Hi, sis. How are you? It's been so long since you last called.”“Hello, my dear sister! I miss you. I've been very busy recently so I didn't have time to call you” she answers from the other end with great enthusiasm.“I’m doing fine. How are you?”I head out of the room, the phone still glued to my ear. I walk towards the kitchen and open the fridge. “I'm alright as we
Kimberly isn't the type that gets comfortable with someone in an instant. But that fact seems to have become blunt, because at this very moment, Kimberly has been laughing at Sebastian's jokes, pulling her stomach together as she bursts out in a series of loud giggles. Her face becomes flash red and tears are quietly dribbling from the edge of her eyes. After the unexpected gathering with Sebastian, the three of us cease the short opportunity to introduce Kim to my fiance. And after just talking for five minutes, Kim figures she likes him. She roots for him. She wants him to marry me. I mean who wouldn't? Sebastian definitely has everything a man craves. He has the look, the height, the humor and he can entertain any guess well. He's charismatic, and that's definitely the reason why I fell for him.Sebastian follows us to the door. The real estate agent is waiting for him inside. Now, I do want to listen to Sebastian's plans, but unfortunately I need to get back to mister Crown's bu
The cab pulls to a stop just outside of the towering heights and large bulking width of Crown building. After dropping Kimberly to her hotel, I asked for the driver to take me to my location as soon as possible. Jordan Crown is the type of person who despises being late even for just five seconds. But no need to worry though. I still have two minutes, which I believe is enough to get me to the top by an elevator express.As I rush through the glass doors several employees greets me, which in response, I greet back. I head towards the elevator in a flurry of motion, almost tripping on my heels on my steps. I climb in, only the person occupying the small room. The elevator doors begin to shut and my bothered heels cannot help but tap against the floor in a nervous rhythm.If I am not mistaken, this'll be the first time I will be late, not even exceeding a minute late, just for a few seconds, so technically I shouldn't be considered late. All reasons and excuses come to mind as my uneas
The only thing that keeps the atmosphere from a total silence is the soft roaring of Jordan's Bugatti. We've been silent since we drove out of the building. Barbara's threat still brothers me because I know that a woman like her would do anything just to win. She's that crazy. “What did she tell you?” Jordan asked coldly, focusing on the wheel. I keep my eyes on my lap, silently regretting what happened between us Jordan. If I only knew from the start that Sebastian, who apparently is my boss's brother, will come to my life then I shouldn't have laid a hand on Jordan. So many possibilities in my head that would have led to something good If I didn't only do it with Jordan. “She knows the truth. She knows we're not together…” I slowly bring my face to him.“and that I'm engaged to your brother.”Jordan's eyes shut, pushing his teeth together in obvious frustration, his jaws visibly tightening. He rubs his temples while his other hand minds with the steering wheel. “Did she say anyt
I have always believed that there's nothing more painful than break up. But then I realize, being in a relationship where you feel like you don't belong is a greater predicament. I used to feel Sebastian's unconditional love for me. Like he was the sun and I was the flower that happily opens and blooms as another day reunites us. He used to take care of me with his sunshine, giving me the nutrients I need to blossom, and I accepted it, wholeheartedly. Everything seems different now. He's trying to burn me now, his strong heat wanting to destroy me every time he's angry. He did it again. He hurt me once more.Or rather… He destroyed me.. . .The night was sleepless and the tears and agony accompanied me the whole time I lay on the bed. My heart feels like being dropped with a weight, crushing it down into fragments. Sebastian used to be someone to me. He was the one who brought spark to my life, but what's upsetting is that he's also the one who took it. I'm drowning. Now I know w
Part IIIWe arrive at the venue five minutes before eight. The sky provided a natural disco ball into the house for the guests that had been coming in dozens. The place is fairly-lit, like a setting straight out from books like Pride and Prejudice. A place that holds the kind of lighting that emits a Dark Academia vibe. As expected, each and every lady is sported in expensive dresses, decorated with gold and silver, faces covered by well applied makeup and foundations that didn't fail to make them look and feel good. And as for the gentlemen, suits of various colors are proudly represented by their figures. All with expensive watches that supplied the requirement for a stylish men's attires. As Sebastian and I climb out of the vehicle, and as crowds of suits and dresses trace the stairs that lead them to the entrance, hesitation stops me for a brief moment. I don't know what it actually is that's keeping me from taking one more step.Is it because Sebastian and I are still not on go
Sebastian keeps his tight grip around my wrist as he silently drags me out of the venue. Several people turned to look, but none bothered to intervene—not even Jordan.He clasps my wrist so hard that it almost feels like he's about to shatter the bone inside. Several times I attempted to pull my arm out for my escape because I had already expected another beating from him—something there's no way I'm gonna let happen again.We reach his car—the only time he finally let go of my hand “What’s wrong with you?” I ask, but deep down I already possess the knowledge as to why he suddenly acts drastically. He freezes in the spot he's standing, arms in the waist, visibly fuming. And then he transfers his dangerously dark eyes to me—the eyes that possess mixed emotions in which anger stands out. “When are you planning to tell me, Keila?” And that simple phrase his mouth utters proves my guess even more.“Tell you what?” I swallow hard, uncomfortably carrying the guilt around my shoulders.“Th
Confusion and consciousness seems to collapse over me at the awakening of my eyes. The display appears foggy and blurry and as if the world becomes nothing but a Merry-go-round—spinning and spinning, until it finally reaches to the point of my clear vision. A sting quickly triggers the nerves above my eyes as if it's my brows that somehow caused it. My body feels weak and dead and as if I've been in a coma longer than I have ever lived. As if heavy weights laid organized in every part of my body, except for my head. My spine feels stiff because with every effort I give to sit down, I just end up in a series of helpless gasps. I blink my eyes several times, further adjusting my view in focus.I look around. The surrounding is familiar, looking straight out from a place I believe I have been before. A wealthy guy's bedroom, with dark walls and ceilings mostly adored by those ruthless gangsters. The bedroom is abnormally large—as large as Sebastian and I used to live in. That's right. N
By the time Sebastian arrives in the visiting room, and sits on the opposite, across the mirror that separates the two of us, he looks rather concerned than frightened. He is accompanied by two uniformed officers and handcuffs limit his hands from unnecessary movements. The bright orange of the inmate uniform he wears glows, but his face doesn't. Our eyes meet for a moment before he decides to sit down. He drops his eyes in visible guilt. I almost cried watching wearing that outfit and in handcuffs. Sebastian wasn't like this a few months ago. He used to be the charming, charismatic, outgoing and nice vocalist who once colored my life. And now his life is dull. He looks tired and pale, and wrinkles begin to form on his face in just a matter of days. And yes I said 'he used to'. Implying something that went down the drain miserably. It's horrifying how one person's life can change in an instant. I grab the telephone hanging against the wall, putting it next to my ear. I wait for
The last glimpse I gave to sleeping Jordan is when I prepared to take off. He was sleeping comfortably and as if in a beautiful dream. I would admit I was hesitating that time and had the urge to rather go back to sleep with him than do this stupid mission. And now I'm on one of the villagers boats and managed to convince him to take me back to New York which is roughly fifteen minutes of sailing from the island. The cold wind that touches the sea before waffling against my face makes me shiver. The same way it makes me as I predict how my mission will end. I needed to sneak from Jordan. I know damn well he won't let me go get my stuff and say my last farewell to his brother. I know I need to do it myself. Who knows what Jordan might do if he goes instead.I won't lie that I'm still having anxiety. Mainly about how Sebastian would react. Would he beat me like what he did a few days ago? Is he doing smoothly by now? The time should be enough for him to clear his mind right? Or is it? I
Love never felt this strong. The wanting, yearning and longing for nothing but his general existence is one struggle I won't hesitate to take over and over again. Jordan for the second time awakened something deep within me I never knew existed until it bloomed, and when I realized it, it was way too late. He has already taken captive my heart, and I doubt he ever has plans to let it go. But I can live with that. In fact I'd even encourage him to do so. Jordan carved my heart, let it go because of failure and was found by his brother. But his brother was not a keeper. Sebastian treated me with no importance. And now the carved heart has finally made its way back again. Perhaps I really was meant to be his. Perhaps it was all a test of time, a test of how great the emotions we shared before. So many things love can affect. Just like how more exciting and pleasurable making love with him has become. He felt so eager, so hungry and full of passion. Not like the rough and selfish sex we
In your adult days—that span where you most likely first experienced a midlife crisis, were you still able to feel great excitement each day of your waking? The same kind of excitement we used to have when we were kids? The same excitement toddlers used to have that restricts them from sleeping? The kind of excitement that seems to highlight the color of your life you weren't expecting the kind of glow was possible? The adrenaline, the consistent and uncontrollable innocent grin and the tippy toes that just seem to not know how to calm down? That kind of excitement? I hope you still did. Because in my case…I do. I open my eyes, blurry and wet and glinting with a strange gleam. This is the first day this year where I am actually looking forward to the day. I actually feel energetic. I must have had a long and undisturbed sleep because I am feeling like I'm in a different body. A new body. But perhaps it's not the body that's new. For years of being in my adult lifespan, I have never f
“Can you walk?” Jordan asks as he guides me up from the bed. I force my feet myself up with every effort that I look like a simple stand is difficult to do. “Yeah. I’m alright,” I reply, enduring the prickling sensation all over my legs. He maintains his assistive hand on mine until I finally stand tall on my feet. The whole thing feels like an achievement. As if standing is something I have never done since the day I was born. I let out a long gasp of relief—the same manner as a thirsty traveler finally drinking water. “That wasn't so bad at all.” I grin, which in response he imitates. “Are you sure you want to walk around? You know you have to take some rest first, right?” says Jordan.“Laying down for the whole day won't help me get over what happened. I'll just end up thinking about it. I need something to occupy myself with,” I reason.“And you think in that state of yours you can do something other than walk?”Before I can ever reply, my limbs suddenly explode in weakness.Be
Confusion and consciousness seems to collapse over me at the awakening of my eyes. The display appears foggy and blurry and as if the world becomes nothing but a Merry-go-round—spinning and spinning, until it finally reaches to the point of my clear vision. A sting quickly triggers the nerves above my eyes as if it's my brows that somehow caused it. My body feels weak and dead and as if I've been in a coma longer than I have ever lived. As if heavy weights laid organized in every part of my body, except for my head. My spine feels stiff because with every effort I give to sit down, I just end up in a series of helpless gasps. I blink my eyes several times, further adjusting my view in focus.I look around. The surrounding is familiar, looking straight out from a place I believe I have been before. A wealthy guy's bedroom, with dark walls and ceilings mostly adored by those ruthless gangsters. The bedroom is abnormally large—as large as Sebastian and I used to live in. That's right. N
Sebastian keeps his tight grip around my wrist as he silently drags me out of the venue. Several people turned to look, but none bothered to intervene—not even Jordan.He clasps my wrist so hard that it almost feels like he's about to shatter the bone inside. Several times I attempted to pull my arm out for my escape because I had already expected another beating from him—something there's no way I'm gonna let happen again.We reach his car—the only time he finally let go of my hand “What’s wrong with you?” I ask, but deep down I already possess the knowledge as to why he suddenly acts drastically. He freezes in the spot he's standing, arms in the waist, visibly fuming. And then he transfers his dangerously dark eyes to me—the eyes that possess mixed emotions in which anger stands out. “When are you planning to tell me, Keila?” And that simple phrase his mouth utters proves my guess even more.“Tell you what?” I swallow hard, uncomfortably carrying the guilt around my shoulders.“Th
Part IIIWe arrive at the venue five minutes before eight. The sky provided a natural disco ball into the house for the guests that had been coming in dozens. The place is fairly-lit, like a setting straight out from books like Pride and Prejudice. A place that holds the kind of lighting that emits a Dark Academia vibe. As expected, each and every lady is sported in expensive dresses, decorated with gold and silver, faces covered by well applied makeup and foundations that didn't fail to make them look and feel good. And as for the gentlemen, suits of various colors are proudly represented by their figures. All with expensive watches that supplied the requirement for a stylish men's attires. As Sebastian and I climb out of the vehicle, and as crowds of suits and dresses trace the stairs that lead them to the entrance, hesitation stops me for a brief moment. I don't know what it actually is that's keeping me from taking one more step.Is it because Sebastian and I are still not on go
I have always believed that there's nothing more painful than break up. But then I realize, being in a relationship where you feel like you don't belong is a greater predicament. I used to feel Sebastian's unconditional love for me. Like he was the sun and I was the flower that happily opens and blooms as another day reunites us. He used to take care of me with his sunshine, giving me the nutrients I need to blossom, and I accepted it, wholeheartedly. Everything seems different now. He's trying to burn me now, his strong heat wanting to destroy me every time he's angry. He did it again. He hurt me once more.Or rather… He destroyed me.. . .The night was sleepless and the tears and agony accompanied me the whole time I lay on the bed. My heart feels like being dropped with a weight, crushing it down into fragments. Sebastian used to be someone to me. He was the one who brought spark to my life, but what's upsetting is that he's also the one who took it. I'm drowning. Now I know w