“You sent her here, pregnant! Are you nuts!” I yelled at the metallic phone, the end speaker sighing in regret. “I know, I know- but she insisted and you know how she is.” I breathed to calm myself down. If he wasn’t my dear friend, I would have murdered him by now. “You know brother you do not need to worry, I know how to take care of my woman. I am always right behind her.” He said with sadness in his voice which made me question, what the hell was up with them. I had definitely noticed the tension and longing in his voice, even though he thought he had carefully hidden. “What is going on between you two? Hang on!” I said, cutting off the line as I had noise approaching the mini office I had at this house. “Yes!” My heart rate calmed down a bit when I noticed that it was just my Bella. “Bambi! My love, what are you doing here?” I asked as I stood up to go and embrace her, she just gave me a tired smile before coming to sit on my lap. It had been a week ever since that incident, a
“You are leaving?” Lillie asked sadly as she watched me finish packing my bags. Her look was so disheartening, I felt guilty knowing that I was leaving her alone even though she was going through a lot; with her pregnancy and the break up. She hadn’t told me the full story yet, but I suspected that there was another woman involved from the little glimpses of her history she had given me. However, I was still glad, with the help of the therapist we had gotten, she was starting to be herself once more. Hayden was at first adamant when I suggested the idea but after a slight push he agreed. “Yes,” I looked at her with pity. “Listen, if you want I could-” “No, no, noo!” She cut me off, grabbing my hands. “You have already been through a lot, you need a break.” She lovingly hugged me, her hands making sure I never moved a spot. “It is okay, don’t cry. I will always facetime you everyday.” “I know! I know! I am just going to miss having you physically, but you promise you would be back, r
“Adrian! Hayden?” I called out frantically to my four-year-old and husband. I continued searching the vast expanse of the sprawling mansion that was our Italian holiday home, my eyes dotting arounds in the hopes of finding them. ‘Where were they?’ I asked myself. One minute, they were with me in the bedroom, patiently waiting for me to get our three-year-old girl ready and the next minute they had completely vanished. The ginormous mansion did not make it easy for me either. “Chiara, hang on to mommy okay. Let’s go find your dadda!” I cooed softly at my little bundle of joy. Her mesmerizing grey eyes shone brightly as she gave me an ear to ear grin happily throwing her arms in the air. Shifting my body to accommodate her small frame in my arms, I kissed her cheeks before resuming my search for my other child and husband. “Dadda! Dadda!” Chiara continued chanting softly, her eyes on the lookout for her favourite human, her dad! She was such a daddy’s girl, even I sometimes got a litt
Gingerlocks and Her Three Bears It was supposed to be one day; a one-time thing but- I no longer know what am doing anymore. I was just going to shoot some content with my friends, then go about my day, I swear! That was the original plan. But then, shit happened. The rain, the wolves, losing my friends... and now, I’m surrounded by three hulky men, who are all hot and primal and determined to never let me go. I call them bears because they are humongous! I mean, just look at them. I am nervous, I don’t think that all three of them can fit yet, my heart flutters like a caged bird, so fast and rhythmically to the beats of anticipation and excitement. I am thrilled... and am so going to get ripped. Yes, I am going to get ripped! I know it is wrong. What will people say? My supporters! My career is on the line and there are already nasty rumours floating around about me, and now this! But surprisingly, that doesn’t bother me. To be seen with all these alpha males; my three bears, who
Bambi's P.O.VI could make out the kind of music being played in the club from where I stood, waiting for my turn to get in. For a Tuesday night, people really did show up. It wasn’t that long until it was my turn to get into the hottest club in London and I would have gotten in earlier if it wasn’t for the bouncer withholding my ID card, making me pass him a 20 which was totally way out of budget. You see, I have what you call a ‘babyface’ which majority of the times isn’t a problem except for the times where people mistake my twenty-three years of age for a younger age, like today for instance. Grambling inwardly and mourning for my lost twenty euros, I made my way inside the club, the music getting louder and louder. I could almost feel my ear drum rupturing. The stench of liquor was very much prevalent, and something else, something much more intense; SEX. Both my body and soul were screaming at me to leave the place. This was not my scene. I did not go to exclusive clubs, let
Bambi's P.O.VNot a day in the world, did I ever think that I would be this happy to get back inside this house. My heart and body were both still flustered from that encounter with the strange man. Who would have thought that I my body could conquer such a reaction, especially from a MAN! Quietly locking the living room’s front door, I hurriedly and meekly tiptoed to my room, which was located upstairs, closer to the attic. Actually it was an attic which was emptied to make a room for me, when I first arrived in this country. Making as little noise as possible, I got into my room not forgetting to lock it . I did not want last week’s incident to repeat itself. I did not want that man to ever set foot in my room again, even though I lived in his house. Finally getting the view of my room, I placed my bag on the dressing table, well what I called a ‘dressing table’ which was made up of a stool and mirror stashed up on the wall. I so badly wanted to jump on the bed and curl myself u
Present time * The University Library was pin drop silent. I could hear my own breathing and the sound of the keyboard clicking. It was a Friday night. Which University student would allow themselves to spend the night at the library, I guess I was the exception. Not to be a pick me or anything, trust me if I had the choice I would be out of here as well. But I couldn’t, Sarah had travelled earlier to go visit her parents and she would be gone for the weekend. God knows what would happen to me if I chose to stay in that house. I had seen him calling, but I chose to ignore, what else was he going to tell me, other than creep me out more.
It has been three hours, three hours, since I had opened up my browser to search for apartments which proved to be futile. I needed a break. Closing my laptop and grabbing my stuff which were scattered around the study table, I neatly placed them in my tote bag before nodding to the librarian a goodbye, which wasn’t really necessary as I was going to be back in the next hour. The closest convenience store was about 30 minutes away well that is if you were planning to walk like me. For 1 am on a Friday, the city sure was bustling with life. I remembered the first time I got here, I wondered whether people here ever slept or even owned a bed as the streets were always filled with people, just going about their business regardless of t