(Dmitri’s Thoughts) Before my appointment with Nikolai, I need to drop by here. It’s very unusual for Nik to invite me for a lunch, so it may be somewhat, important. I am inside my car waiting at the airport for him, I tap my fingers on the stirring wheel out of boredom. I hate going to the airport especially if I am to drive and pick up. I am used to riding a private jet, after all, so waiting here, at the parking lot is not an easy or even a comfortable task for me. “He said he would be out in a minute, where the hell is he?” I bite my lips out of frustration. Finally, Greta announces a call going through, “Incoming call from a restricted number, should you answer Dmitri?”“Connect me to him,” I command. “Call connected,” Greta confirms.“Where the hell are you? I’ll be late for work, hurry up,” I scold him.“Duh, you didn’t tell me about your car, dummy! Don’t be so hot-tempered Dee!” he answers with a sweet voice. Minutes after our last conversation, I can finally see his fi
(Avery’s Thoughts) It’s been three days since K and Art’s visit. It’s also been three days since Dmitri called me. Now, I can’t get what Art said off my mind. But I instantly shake the thought off everything it enters my mind, “There’s no way Dmitri is gay. First, he is good in bed. Second, he loves women. And third, he loves me very much.”“Don’t forget the word bisexual!” thought comes in. So I block it, “But there are no signs of being one.”“Then why can’t he marry you instead. Why did that Macau brat say those things?” “That’s because Dmitri is afraid of marriage itself, given what happened to his mom and dad,” I convince myself, countering every negative thought.“Then, who did Art see at that party? You know that Art would never lie or make a story.” “Probably it was an honest mistake, or maybe, it looked like Dee.”“Then why did Dmitri frown when Art calls him DeAndre?” “I wouldn’t be happy either if someone mistakenly call me by other nam
(Avery's Thoughts)I suddenly wake up with a pondering headache.I massage my temples and then press my fingertips against my nose bridge in a circular motion, trying to get the relief that I need. I try my best to crawl myself off the bed so I can at least wash my face and give it a rest from the heavy make-up and foundation covering it. Though my legs won't listen to me, I put in my best effort so my soles would stay connected on the hotel floor.With so much desperation, I finally reach the sink. I wait for the water to gush out from the faucet and begin to rinse my face, "Oh, god, this feels so refreshing." But looking at the mirror in front of me scares the hell out of me, "What the!" are the first words that come out of my mouth. What appeared in the mirror was the reflection of a woman without any finesse of her own, tangled hair, erased eyeshadow, smudged mascara, and tainted lips. "How the hell did I get home looking like this? My God!" I hold my head and slightly pat t
(Dmitri’s Thoughts) (A Day Before The Big Event)My head is still spinning from drinking too much, and when I open my eyes, I am in a familiar place, Avery’s apartment. “Ugh,” I groan as I try to sit down on this couch. Then a bag of ice hits me from the side, “Fuck!” I blurt out. “Fuck you, too!” a feminine voice of a man speaks with so much annoyance in it. “Hey, what are you doing here? And what this?” I ask while holding the ice pack.But instead of answering, his annoying attitude takes over. He ignores my question and won’t even talk to me. “Hey! What’s wrong with you?” upset of his treatment, I yell. “Liar! Why would you even lie to me, dickhead? Office? Work? Then, tell me, since when did a bar filled with alcohol and dancing ladies become your workplace, huh?” now his voice is higher than mine. I look away, “I just met a friend at a nearby coffee shop, that’s it,” I make an excuse. “Yeah right! Coffee shop, your ass! Bullshit!‘ he rebels. “Hey, I was telling the truth
(Dmitri’s Thoughts)When the door finally closes as Nikolai takes her home, the emotion I’ve been holding suddenly poured out. “I am sorry, Avery. I am sorry. I don’t deserve you. I can’t let you suffer anymore,” I bow down almost kissing the ground, I feel wrecked, damaged beyond repair. I cry my heart out until I almost pass out. Then two warm hands embrace me and collect me from the ground. He lets my head rests on his lap as he strokes my hair and cries with me. He says nothing but his empathy goes with me. He hugs me tighter as I gasp for more air. “I don’t think I can leave without her, I don’t think I can. How can I, when the two women I loved the most in my life are now gone?” I whisper and mumble. “I’ve been hurt before, too, Dee. You know that right? That’s when I realize women will just walk out on me, maybe that’s why I prefer loving men, we don’t walk out from each other, do we?” then he warmly smiles while tears are falling from his eyes. “I hate seeing you like th
(Dmitri’s Thoughts) “Wake the fuck up, Dmitri!” I groan while hearing this annoying voice of his.“Wake up! We have an emergency!” I try to ignore the annoying siren beside me.“Dmitri wake up!” and a hit lands on my head. “What the hell DeAndre? Can’t you see I’m sleeping?” and I get up from the bed and see both him and his boyfriend Luke naked. “For fuck’s sake Andre, can’t you at least be civil? You too, Luke,” I complain after I see them flaunting their penises in front of me. “Huh! Let’s see if you could still sleep after this, asshole!” he shouts. “What now! Just say it so I can go back to sleep will you?” I scratch my head.Then he squeals, “God!!! It’s Avery, Dee! He thinks you are gay.”I didn’t easily catch up with what my twin brother has said, so I frown at him looking disdain, “I am what?” my voice rises. “She thinks you are guy, Dee,” then he stamps his feet, and then goes to Luke for a pamper. “Believe me, I may be an asshole, but I made sure she won’t forget me
(Jeff’s Thoughts)I am a few more hours away from the States, a few more hours away from my fiancee, Avery. “I know she’s cheating on me. I’ve known all along, but I guess my love for her is just bigger than any of it,” I say to myself while currently reading a blind article about a billionaire who spent his vacation with his girlfriend in Macau. A picture of them is taken from behind, not exposing their faces but their backs. But the thing is, I memorize Avery’s back. I know her back very well, because, for more than two years, her back is all I see. She barely lets me before her, and rarely allows me beside her. As a result, I am used to just looking at her back. For a good reason, I can easily prevent her downfall, and easily pick her up. But every kindness has its limit. Every person has a threshold. Unfortunately, this is as far as I could get. “Is that my role in your life, Avery? Just a picker? A technician to fix you every time he breaks you? I am tired, Avery. I am fucki
(Jeff’s Thoughts)Our conversation is disturbed when Nikolai’s phone has been calling nonstop. He doesn’t want to answer probably because he already knows who it is, and given Kendra’s reaction, she doesn’t like it. And after a text message is sent to his boyfriend, she snatches the phone from him and angrily lashes out to the person calling, “My boyfriend is not your errand boy.”The conversation continues and Kendra’s worried face appears. And as soon as the phone call ends, she looks at me again. “Do you still want to marry her, Jeff? Give me the truth,” she demands. And this time, I look down, “Not anymore, I am hanging on a thread here, Kendra. It hurts so much,” I say trying to hold back the tears. “Then, what’s keeping you from calling off the wedding?” she asks me with prying eyes. “For once, I just want her to be honest with me. If she admits she cheated, and maybe swear she’ll only love me, then maybe that,” I calmly say. “And if she continues lying?” she asks again. “