Jay obviously didn't take my words seriously, and in an act of brotherly love told me to hang up, go to sleep and call him again in the morning. I obediently ended that call, but I stood firmly at what I asked for, and I was willing to state that again, as soon as I would wake up.
I was going to fall asleep with my mind clear and willing to do anything to convince Jay that learning how to protect myself was crucial for me being together with Hiro… or buying coffee and wine whenever I needed to.
I put myself in the good mood… or rather, wine did. I lied comfortably in my bed and I closed my eyes. Seconds later, I saw the blood bursting out of my attacker's neck, I felt pain from the wound on my cheek, and had troubles with breathing, exactly like the time I was being strangled. I kept reminiscing each detail of what happened in the alley. The scenes were played in front of my eyes up until the late morning when I finally decided to open my eyes feeling exh
The driver brought me in front of something that looked like an abandoned warehouse. It was a three storeys high building, full of big, dirty windows with no clear development inside. I asked a few times to confirm if it was the right place. The driver told me only to walk through the main entrance.I got off the car, and he drove away… I had nothing left to do but to follow what he said. I got inside through a metal door and found myself inside something that looked like an old, unused for years reception. It looked odd. There was a big desk, cover in dust on my left side, a big wall with no door in front of me, and a small, clean, and completely unmatching the rest of the stuff there, black table on my right. At that point I decided to call Jay.“I'm inside… this reception… or whatever… What do I do now?” I looked forward for any instructions.“Turn around,” Jay chuckled.When I looked behind I saw him
I had hard time walking around my apartment but trying to sit on the toilet was probably the worst… I literally felt every tendon in my body. I laughed out loud at myself realizing how pathetic my condition was. Nevertheless, every sore muscle reminded me, why I decided to do that. That was why, no matter how painful my body was I put an idiotic smile on my face thinking what could be the outcome of that training. Of course, I wasn't dreaming of becoming a fighter, but what if I was able to protect myself, even a little bit, instead of always depending on others?Besides, even if I couldn't help Hiro in his plan for revenge, at least I should stop being such a burden. Certainly, my current state kept telling me I had an incredibly long way ahead of me… Furthermore, I knew that the worst pain would come the next day. I decided to do something to minimize the soreness… and used every possible method I could find online.I ate a lot of vegetables and
I woke up the next day thinking that I even wouldn't be able to lift my head up, but it actually wasn't that bad. It was painful but bearable. My aching heart was something that wasn't that easy to ignore… I couldn't stop thinking about Hiro, I hoped that he was feeling fine, and that he would quickly make progress in his investigation in Hong Kong. I wanted to see him, touch him… I missed him terribly.Once again I found the solution to my yearning in writing. Unfortunately, my mood didn't improved much, even thought my novel was finally starting to earn me some money. The amount of my readers grew with every day, I knew I should be happy… and I was, somewhere in my heart, but I couldn't paint even a fainting smile on my face. My overwhelming sadness possessed few following chapters and I created a full of despair thread between my Troy and Serenity. After flooding the story with my loneliness I surprisingly felt better, like I got it off my chest. By th
Over a week ago I got a message from Hiro, that he would be coming back in few days. I wrote him a text four days ago, and there was still no answer. I was getting anxious. I knew that he had around 30 people by his side to protect him and fight for him, if they had to, but the more time had passed the more I was scared. All the dark thoughts surrounded me creating visions that I would never see him again. Of course, I quickly tried to laugh from it, telling myself that everything was going to be fine. Nevertheless, it was a war going on… everything was possible.I couldn't focus on my morning training again. I kept glimpsing on the phone which infuriated Jay. After his nagging I finally told him, what I was so anxious about.“Hey, take it easy! Not replying to your message only means he is busy,” he declared casually.“I know, but… I just had this weird feeling… Did he contact you? It would put me at ease, if he did...&rdq
Hiro burst into my salon hurriedly dropping off his jacket along the way. He came straight to me. I thought that I should greet him somehow, but he interrupted me with passionate kisses. He grabbed the back of my head pulling me close and not letting me run away from his grasp. One moment he stopped and threw me against the nearest wall, I was so overwhelmed I couldn't say a single word. He also stood silent, just gazed at me so intensively that I had trouble breathing. He abruptly took off his shirt, came close and started kissing me again. His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs…There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses.He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezi
I woke up and there was no Hiro by my side. I panicked, my mind became instantly filled with thoughts that something happened and he had to leave again… Then I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. I got up, wrapped myself in sheets, and right after that I went to check out what was happening.I walked towards the kitchen and smiled, relieved. Hiro was standing by the stove, cooking. He was wearing jeans, and casual shirt… and looked sexy as ever. He noticed me as soon as I stepped a foot outside the bedroom and turned around smirking.“What a lovely gown you are wearing,” he commented on my hurriedly made bedsheet design dress that made me look more like a burrito.“I only wanted to know… if you are still here…” I muttered slightly embarrassed.“I promise not to leave your side, at least for a longer while,” he smiled alluringly.My heart instantly started to jump like crazy, I g
After Hiro left, I felt like my rational part of mind took absolute control over my body. I guess there was something like a “protect the heart” button inside of me, and the system work, it worked too well. I became absolutely indifferent.I texted Jay to make an appointment for the next training, since I already missed the one that was supposed to be at 6 AM, he proposed for our practice to be in the late afternoon, I agreed. I wanted to focus on something, anything other than thinking.Nevertheless, it was only noon, and there were tons of thoughts colliding inside my mind. Most of them were annoying, they were all giving me arguments showing how pathetic I was. But the most irritating thing was, that I wasn't able to shut them up.“Ana, do you know what it means if someone is fine with risking your life just so he could prove to himself that it was ok to share information with you? It means that he doesn't give a shit about you! It means tha
I couldn't sleep the whole night. My mind was building a shield around me to protect me against the enemies I might meet inside Hiro's company. Nonetheless, I found that moment a turning point in everything that involved Hiro and my current situation. I got up, washed, and wore a light peach, slightly flared shirtdress.He knocked on my door at half past seven AM, then we went down together to his car. He behaved strangely normal, which was absolutely odd for him, complementing my dress, or asking me if I slept well. I tried replying naturally, but somehow I became stiff every time he got closer to me. He was acting like a gentleman, opening every door, and letting me go first. He smiled all the way like it was the most natural way he behaved on the daily basis. For me, replying to his smile was one of the hardest things I had ever done.He opened the front door of his black Porsche and helped me get in, then he sat behind the wheel, and we drove away. He kept glancing