I wake up from my deep slumber when I hear some buzzing noise from a conversation. I am still light-headed so I keep my eyes closed still lying on the couch at Dmitri's office. I wonder what time is it already. I wonder how long should I wait for Dmitri. I wonder how will I talk to Seid afterward. I wonder about many things that I unconsciously groan from too much headache. Then a deep cool voice becomes vivid to my ears, "Hey, Avery," Dmitri's voice sounds so damn great especially when he calls my name. I actually hate my name being called because I prefer people to call me by my nickname since my parents' accident. My full name reminds me of them so I hate hearing it very much, but with Dmitri's, it is different. It sounds more like music to my ears.When I didn't respond to his first call, he speaks to me again, "Avery? Are you up? How'd you feel? Does your head still hurt? Do you want me to bring you to the hospital? I am sorry the meeting took longer than expected, I should have
"Ava, we need to talk," a figure of a man sitting at the edge of the bed appears as soon as I enter my bedroom half-naked. With the tension headache I have had and being so tired from the long flight, I decided to hit the bed without taking the shower. So I remove my clothes on my way to the bedroom, leaving just my undergarments on me.But hearing this man scares the hell out of me. I quickly open the light and find something I could use as a weapon. Right there and then, I find Seid sitting, still wearing the same clothes. He must have probably gone straight here."What are you doing here, Seid?", I ask him upset by the awkward situation."I came here to talk to you since that man didn't have the intention of letting you go, and I just want to say I've missed you, he bluntly responds to my question.I scoff hearing his answer, "Miss me? Really? For your information Seid, we already broke up a few weeks ago. So don't ever come into my apartment without my permission. And we don't hav
He forces his way between my legs while caressing my breast with his other hand. His biceps and arms keep pressing my hand sideways so I can't struggle or do anything. Seid may be harsh with his words at times, but he hasn't not a single time used brute strength against me. But tonight is different. He is different. He isn't Seid at all. He is demonstrating his strength against me, dominating my fragile body with his masculinity."Seid please," I beg him, but he keeps forcing himself on me, then he pins me to the huge glass pane in my bedroom where the moon can witness everything he's been doing. He forces his two fingers, then three thrusts me with it multiple times.I groan in too much pain, "Uh," I cry and plead but Seid doesn't seem to hear me. "Please stop, -Uh, Ahh, Uh-".Then he speaks full of rage, "Did he touch you like this, huh, Ava?" He clamps my clitoris between his fingers and then squeezes it hard. I scream in pain, "Did he do this to you, huh? Did you like it, huh? The
"K, I told you, just let it go. I didn't tell you that so you can come here and make a scandal," I ask her to leave feeling uncomfortable with all the eyes prying on us from the other side of this thin glass wall with curtain blinds."Are you kidding Avery, you've been raped. Even spouses could go to jail because of marital rape. That fucking Seid, portraying as a gentleman, well, in fact, nurturing some seeds of Satan inside his crotch," she endlessly curses at Seid with her eyes trembling in anger. I look down and say nothing. Instead, I pull her hand asking her to stand up and leave Seid's office, but Kendra, being a best friend, won't back down.She firmly says, "No, shut the hell up and sit tight. You, why are you being so naive, A? He took advantage of your weakness and your love for him.""But, I-I, it's true, I slept with another guy," I shyly remind her."When you, two, had already broken up, remember? He no longer has any hold on you, Ava. Sue him," she argues her point with
Desperation and determination are two words that keep popping into my head as I bit my thumb in confusion, circling my office for almost half an hour now. I gulp at the sight of my laptop screen. "Should I do it? Should I re-register to SEXONITE or find a new community like that? Or should I go hunt Dmitri instead?" I ask myself hundreds of times now. My delusional mind is interrupted when someone knocks on my office door. I find my composure and answer with a firm voice, "Yes? Come in!"Right after I answer, the door opens heavily and Ms. Dale's blonde head appears, "Ms. Anderson, Mrs. Cohen is currently waiting at the lobby."“Barbara? “ I jump out of my seat and surprisingly ask, “Hasn't she heard about our break-up?" I murmur to myself, then instruct her this, "What is this about? Could you tell her I’m in a meeting right now?”. She slightly scratches her head then replies, “But she said it is urgent and she’s a little bit upset.”I sigh and motion Ms. Dale to let her in, “You can
She is taken aback. She straightens her posture and crosses her arms, her tattooed eyebrows flick and rise, but she knew I am not completely wrong, so she unexpectedly agrees with me, or so I thought, “You’re right! But you see-”, she’s not willing to back out, “He's been busy for your future. Maybe you should at least give him a little slack, no?”, she says as if her recommendation sounds more like a demand. Her words echo repeatedly, and my heart retaliates. For the first time, I think I need to put her in her place. I just can’t let it pass. She doesn't even know what I've been through. She doesn't even know what his son did to me. I am just not anyone. I am not a pushover. And I know my self-worth, so with my head held high, “I think there's something you're not aware of, Barbara. You may think that given the fact that Seid and I dated almost a decade now, err, will ensure our future together. You see, your son made a terrible mistake, which you could ask him later by the way, an
A few months after the break-up, Seid and I never cross paths. I fulfill my promise not to sue him for what he did, and he keeps his word to stop Barbara from visiting my office. There are times that Seid would send me messages, saying hello. In fact, he sends me messages now much more often than he used to back then. It is true, you only realize someone's value when they no longer exist in your world. Do I still love him? Maybe it isn't that easy to forget a decade of romance, and sometimes, I think of giving us a second chance. But when I think about my worth, I guess he doesn't deserve me at all. So I always block the idea before it seeds in my heart.And another reason is Dmitri. When I think about our time together, I felt we are compatible with each other, but I don't believe in a long-distance relationship. And, I was just a woman who passed by his life. I sigh and lay my back on the backrest of my executive seat while blankly staring at my laptop screen."Dmitri Sullivan, shou
As this woman leads me to the conference room, all I could hear is my racing heartbeat either because of humiliation or probably anger. When the conference room reaches my vision, I can see Dmitri's frustrated face while listening to the men's report across from him. I don't speak the business language but I can tell that the reports aren't satisfying. Once again, I hear Dmitri's stern voice after a while, "You call this thing bullshit," throws the file in the middle of them, and leans forward then rests his elbows on the table while his fingers are held together, then he speaks in a calmer but scarier voice, "Can anyone give me anything that this horseshit?"Approximately ten people in the meeting room murmur as Dmitri holds his position. I, on the other hand, feel much pressure upon seeing him upset, "Uh-oh, I think I chose the wrong day to visit."Then the lady excuses her presence, "Hold on, Ms. Anderson, let me tell Mr. Sullivan, that you're here."So I immediately respond to her