Thank God he's gone!
I breathe easier as soon as Blake steps into the airport and Victor and I. headed home. A man simply kills me with his closeness. Brain off, senses are taken away, tongue-tied, breathing stopped. I feel next to him like a corpse. Okay, I'm lying. From the outside, I may be completely stiff but inside… for God's sake… Is it possible that my insides flicker like a leaf in the wind, that my heart jumps in my throat, that my blood is stronger and that everything in me wants something more from him?
But what on earth, what? I argue with myself as we drive home.
"Samantha, are you getting any more messages?" Victor interrupts my internal quarrel.
"Not. They stopped just after the wedding. Good thing you posted the wedding in newspapers. I mean, I really hope this is the end of torture. "
"Me too. We did well. ”He glanced at me briefly and gave me a present with a slight smile.
"Yes, Victor. How about you?"
"Okay,
Basically, the conclusion of the evening is that I’m not normal because I’m barely waiting for him to leave and now that he's gone, I'm bored. Do I miss that weird attention? Or the feeling he awakens in me? Yes, I'm not normal because I don't even know how is called that feeling. I wished a thousand times that my life would be monotonous, just yes the messages of hatred and threats that arrived as anonymous, but still, cease I knew whose they were. And now they have stopped. Fear and looking back on the street is at least stopped, but I remain cautious. Today is the tenth day since Blake left, and father-in-law and Victor have him in memory for breakfast."Blake called last night. He has to complete the notice period because he will otherwise have to pay some money and there is no severance pay. It looks like he was in a hurry at home because he even said he would give up severance pay, but I did it convinced that you should not come because for now, you old man
The first day I got back to Seattle, everything went wrong.The CEO called me because he got my dismissal decision."Blake, I respect you, but you know that according to the contract, you have to work notice period, which in your case is a month and a half. Not one month. With that that we are now halfway through the project on which our budget for next year depends. You have done a great job in these four years and it will be very difficult to find you replacement. Also, your severance pay and bonus depend on respect employment contract, you understand? I can’t have double criteria, even for you, who put the whole department in order. " I understand what he’s telling me, but he doesn’t understand me with everyone his word overwhelms restlessness, madness darkens the brain and I need that one another pill, that sweet, messy packet of black hair and brown eyes. How can I last almost two fucking months without seeing her, no I smell, I don't touch? I fi
We have lunch at a restaurant at a table for four, and I sit next to it her. She changed into a white dress. He looks to me like the most beautiful angel s with that crow's hair, and yet to me it is the greatest temptation that drives me into sin. Samantha apologizes for going to the bathroom to wash her hands, so I apologize and I go after her. When we moved away from my father and brother, I grabbed her by the elbow and make him stop. I step into her face and ask seriously."What were you doing in my room?""How do you know?" I'm not happy that she's afraid of me like this, so I answer her relaxed."You just confirmed it to me." He pursed his lips a little as he looked at me submissively, but nothing answers but looks down at my lips."Don't you dare come when I'm in the room?" Only when I'm gone? ”Her breathing she speeds up as her honey breath burns on my lips, away from hers just a few inches."Dare Samantha, dare. Whatever you're lookin
I indulge, I feel my resistance land, my walls fall because it is there next to me, next to my office, next to my room. There he is alive, dangerous, a dark, handsome, attractive man who sends me signals that mine the brain may recognize poorly, but that is why the body reacts to its instruction.When my eyes see his appearance, all actions, all movements at the same time are subject to his orders.He doesn’t mention my marriage anymore, but he’s definitely working on that from me to get confirmation of this farce. This is the only way I can explain this game he plays with me, and I accept her without the possibility of rejection. Simply is, NO as an answer does not exist when he approaches me when he starts with it with the magic that hypnotizes me. I'll spoil everything, I'm afraid, they'll figure me out because what a normal woman allows her husband's brother to touch her in such a way? I'm glad we're in this set, I can think of these mistakes when he is
I invite Moby to come into the house to give him food so I can get through near Blake, rubbing his torso with his elbow. I hear how over silently he follows me into the kitchen and as I reach over the counter with a bag of food for Moby, Blake paused behind me, laid down his hands on my waist, and turned me towards him. We look into each other's eyes and in one blink we both know what we're going to do now. And as that bag falls out of my hands, he grabs my head closer to himself and he kisses me, first pressing small kisses, and then boldly penetrating his tongue in my mouth. The fucking volcano erupts inside me and makes me absorb it like thirsty man water while my hands fall down my body and he one a kiss causes me to withdraw like never before. He walks away from me as a threat flashes in his eyes, but I still don’t strength to escape, to end this, but with one blink, one with a wave of my hand I let it be known to continue. And he obeys me, clinging to himself, and kisses
She ran out of my room the first time, she ran out of the pool a second time, therefore that he would knock on my door in the middle of the night I did not expect. Did I struggle for hours not to go to her, why? This definitely changes things. I grab my head one more time from learning that she is innocent. Fuck. On the one hand, only now, now would I want more than anything to be mine. But how the fuck! The tablet alarm went off as I walked towards the pool, but I consciously ignored it. For the first time in four years, I skipped the pill. I need that feeling, the feeling she brings me, but completely. While I was kissing her, I was ready, but I couldn’t risk it either to disappoint her. What if I can't satisfy her at a crucial moment? I want it more than anything, I am ready to fulfill our sinful desires, no matter what the consequences. Before that happened, I became aware of her innocence. It is a confirmation of how fake the marriage is, but I feel I will not explain it
This weird, mystical, damn handsome, and handsome man is sitting against me and looks at me like I'm his personal deity, provoking in me a desire to surrender to him at once. I know I will surrender, to give him what I thought no man of me would wish. Years of being convinced that I am ugly, miserable, fat, disgusting, undesirable, incompetent, this perfect man has annulled the sincere with kisses and immeasurable longing in the looks that burn my skin. I have already decided until Victor returns, I will take the opportunity and hand over his innocence to his brother. This, hitherto unknown the excitement that just thrives near him, just darkens my mind so I only see him. I know he almost saw my scars, but I can't reveal it to him, no more. I don’t want to talk about that part of my past at all. I'll hide them more these two days that we will spend together, and for later I don't worry because when Victor returns, this madness stops. I go to my room after lunch and prepare car
He finally looked at me and spread his arms calling me into a hug. I don’t know what just happened, but I feel like he’s actually shaken. "Blake, you tell me everything." The grip of his arms around my shoulders intensified. We are here alone but not I move away from him and I hug him even tighter. "Samantha, I hate other people's touches. I hate her touches. Only, only yours I love. Only yours pleases me, only yours heals me. " I open my eyes wide of this knowledge, trying to figure out the reason. "I noticed that you avoid hugs, handshakes, and…" Interrupt my question. "Don't ask me why, I can't tell you. Not to you. " What does 'not to you' mean to you? Why not me? ” I step away from him a little, a little disappointed because I don't want to open. "Please, good luck, don't be mad at me. It’s something from the past, equally as well as your desire not to see you naked. Even though I know you're hiding t
It's over.I feel like it's over.*******She cries behind closed doors, I hear her, she bursts with every sob of my heart. And me? I don’t go to her, I stay on the other side and cry more than her. She hides so I don't see her pain and weakness, and I hide so I don't I make this harder and I don't push her even deeper into the darkness she's heading towards. I know that feeling, it draws you to itself, it promises you that you won't feel anything anymore, you will not even remember, everything will be covered by darkness, but at least you will not suffer anymore. AND he extends his arms even if you take a step back, you somehow think of looking back, to find some good in yourself and around you that will keep you from leaving into that darkness, you are desperately looking for that light that will illuminate you. And that's why I know yes to her I need to be that light and that is why I will not show weakness now, I will not show my own pain to share with
I'm here, I'm alive, for now. I never imagined my life with Blake as a fairy tale, I never did nor did she believe in fairy tales, but that he was my prince is, he was, my dark prince who came to light because of me and by his appearance made me a woman who will never give in to any life again obstacle. I didn’t expect our lives to be honey and milk, but never, not even for a moment I had no idea that so much would take my life, so much to load, to bleed my heart so many times. For whose sins do I suffer? At the moment, I’m just not strong. No, while sitting in a chair into the children’s room, and for days I shed tears looking at the empty crib he’s in my Hanna should have gone home with me. She should have been drinking milk now, try the first bath, she should have woken us up in the morning or made us happy while she was we watch him sleep. We should have held her in our arms now, rocked her, and enjoyed that wonderful scent of a child. But I didn’
After work, I come home in silence with my brother, and Samantha greets us cheerfully at the entrance."My boys, lunch is on the table, in fact, it's already dinner and it's cold because 18:00 has already passed. So where are you? ”"Don't ask, baby, don't ask." Victor walked directly past her dining room."Blake, what is it?""We didn't pass the competition.""Oh, God!" He put his hand over his mouth and sighed in disappointment."Well, that means…" He looked at me desperately."Yes, that means just that.""Let's eat now, we'll come up with something."We have been sitting at dinner for half an hour and eating in a silence that only here and there a heavy sigh breaks out."I will sell the house on Aurora Lake and it will be an injection into our firm." Samantha's sudden announcement made my brother stare at her."You're not going to do that, it's a memory of your parents." No way to let her do
Today, Samantha is already in her twentieth week of pregnancy, so I’m following her on examination by a gynecologist, hoping to finally find out the sex. Baby teases us, the last time she turned around we couldn't see anything. I get nervous every time before we get into their practice. Admittedly, the first time I came and saw that Samantha would examine a young doctor, I felt like taking her outside and looking for her doctor. As if she knew what was going on in my head, she squeezed my hand and she glared at me to stay calm and not make a scene.That first time I was standing next to that screen and pretending to be crazy when he was a doctor showed the child, and I saw only some stains and nodded. But so when Samantha took me with her for a checkup at sixteen weeks, when I saw that little wonder moving inside, his face developing, arms, legs… hell sam I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. I do not know the last time I cried, but this ... this was stronger t
I don't dream, my favorite is there, next to me, in my bed. Free we are and we are together. Isn't this the best thing in the world? Have by your side a man who looks at you as if no one else exists, touches you as if he wanted to convince you that you really exist in reality, utters promises and oaths to you eternal love… and finally, a man who would sacrifice himself for you. Our happiness is only doubled by the fact that we will become a really small family for just over seven months. We are a real family from the first days, although in our case everything turned out so comical, but again romantic… we survived various blows, it all just made us stronger. It's not Blake now calmer than ever? Am I not stronger now than before? Is not it Victor happier now?"Love, thank you for trusting me," I say softly to him an ear as I hugged him, clinging to his back."Luckily, I don't trust anyone like you. There is no better place in the world from your embrace. &
Why don’t I feel aggression, restlessness, anger, madness, and I’m located far away from my beauty, not before my eyes, under my fingers?I understand why, because I have finally fulfilled my purpose, so will I. do something for her. I'll take this, and here in this cold cell, behind bars ... I couldn't even see that. I know loneliness, she has been my companion for years, I know all my own thoughts, even the blackest ones, lived with me every day, and that's why I don't like this heavy. Maybe in a month, maybe in a year, my beauty will wait. That’s what makes me calm. Next to her, our child will be waiting for me. I don't believe it yet! My beauty he will give me a child. Child. Is life a little fucking with me?A little to me, a little to take?Now that I know the two of them are waiting for me outside, I can survive it all. Even and the touch of that guard as he led me to the cell, even the separation from Samantha because at the end of the
Will my brother ever be lucky in life? I wonder who knows which one way, as I reflect on his life after what happened to him more than four years ago.I don’t know what it’s like to live with such a burden, but I know what it’s like for me either to hide what I am. I neglected Clark, I put my brother in the first place, not to strike him too. I did my best, I really did. And I thought about him a lot of times while he was alone Seattle, alone, just worked, didn't live at all. I accepted his love for Samantha, so how could I not, that’s the way it is palpable between the two of them that I am almost envious. I'm glad she is finally happy, and God knows she deserved happiness after all and it happened to her.However, destiny does not allow them to be happy. But that's why I'm here, I'll give it my all of myself to fix what to fix yes.Isn't the sign of that abnormal love what he did? Yes her save, he took on the crime. Someone would say no
Aren’t movies and stories showing every awakening in the hospital through some fog, as you turn around, wondering where you are, how you got to that weird thing a place, an ugly smell, white walls while trying to remember where you are last time, what did you do and what the hell happened to you lying naked under the sheet? Stories and movies can show what they want, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I knew where I was and I remembered every damn moment that happened in our house. Victor is sitting next to my bed, worried and frowning, but looking at me with tenderness. He gets up from his chair and takes me in his hand."Samantha, baby… how are you?""Where's Blake?" I ignore his question about my health, I just wonder where Blake is. I look around, then towards the door, but I don't see him, there's no sign he's here. My bag and cell phones are in the locker next to the bed."Where's Blake, Victor ?!" I repeat the question because I'm upset anxiety
I look at my watch, I've probably spent more than two hours outside the house, so I return home to her and just pass by on our way to our yard with Rose. I know Samantha isn't right either, but I don't have the will or a desire to apologize to that gentry. As I watch her wave from the fence, and then he waves to me, I feel real physical pain in my heart.Why am I so unyielding? Well, I can at least please her, accept it Rose's apology and apologize for the rudeness, even though she deserved it. If he will Samantha means so much, then I'll do it another time. She is so much she made it and accepted it for me, and I actually show so little love for her, in a way that would mean the most to her."Love" He calls out to me as he approaches my car and crawls on the floor shoulder."Samantha, call Rose back in a day, I'll apologize.""You will?"He raised his warm eyes to me asking me in disbelief."I want a baby, I want for you.""Aaaaaa yo