Throughout the boat ride, I never let go of his hand, and I think he doesn’t mind at all since there isn’t any form of struggle. He gently wraps his arms around my shoulder so I can keep my balance and avoid too much bounce from this wavy ride. I feel like I am dying right now as if my stomach is about to burst or go out of my mouth. This seas-sickness is killing me, so I weakly inquire to him, “How much longer?”He taps my shoulder and holds my hand tighter, “Any minute now, hang in there,” he blissfully answers. And he’s right. After the longest minute of my life, the boat engine finally stops. And like a gentleman, he carries me out of the boat and gently helps me find my footing at the bay. I am pretty sure that wearing heels and a long dress isn’t really a good combination for a boat ride, isn’t it? Still feeling nauseous, I know that I need to vomit, so I find a garbage bin as soon as I can, and run to it. While I release all my anxiety and ill-feeling because of that boa
I spent the night without Dmitri on my side. There are things that I don’t understand about him, and I hate how he invalidate my feelings, my work, my time, and my decision.Still, I miss him. I want to be next to him soon. To be honest, I am a little hopeful that he would call me in the morning, but I see not even a single call. I wonder what his deal is.I stretch my feet and my hands and get off the bed. I appreciate the sunray that’s kissing my face this morning. I feel better now that I’ve rested, as long as I don’t ride that stupid boat again, nothing can ruin my day with Dmitri. Or so I thought. Because the moment I step out of my room, I hear the female bellhops giggling and talking about their sexual adventure yesterday night. Isn’t this deja vu? My heart is stricken. I try not to listen, but I just can’t stop myself from eavesdropping. The brunette girl boasts how Dmitri roughly did her in a staircase and by the pool. She even has the guts to complain why Dmitri never
“What the fuck are you doing here with my woman, Jeff?”His face is raging with burning anger. And when he sees me on my robe, his eyes get even more dangerous.He speeds up towards Jeff and punches him without any hesitation. For a moment, I couldn’t move.But when I recover from my shock. I halt him from hitting Jeff’s cheek again.“Dee, it’s not what you think,” I explain to him, but he is clouded with anger right now.Jeff tries to be on his feet, “Sir, I am sorry, I didn’t know he’s your girlfriend, I am sorry.”Dmitri scowls at him like a lion, “Huh, cut the bullshit, Jeff. I know you like her. Don’t hide behind your innocent act.”“But Sir, I swear, I did-”, he tries to explain but Dee isn’t ready to listen to him.“Stop it, Dee! He really didn’t know. He asks me if I was your girlfriend, and I answered I’m not. That’s why,” I scold him.“You did what?”, he diverts his anger at me.“Why, I told the truth. I am not your girlfriend,” I stand against him.“I already told you, Aver
I am on my phone as I exit the hotel. I already see Jeff standing at the corner, waiting for me. I am actually talking to my bestfriend who’s been bugging me to call, so that’s what I did. “Kendra, stop bugging me and start working. Please do me a favor and visit our office after your work,” I request her. I hear her sigh but eventually, she agrees, “Fine, but tell me what’s going on? Your not-so-boyfriend called Nik and I like a hundred times.”“Sorry, that’s on me, I didn’t realize my phone was off the whole time,” I explain to K while signaling Jeff to give me some minutes.“So, you never answered my question, are you good or not?”, K intriguingly asks. “Both, okay? I have to go, I am late and you know he hates tardiness. Talk to you later,” I say google and hang up. I didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye. Then I approach Jeff and greet him, “Hi, sorry about that.”“No problem, so are you ready to go?” he says a little distantly. My face couldn’t hide my sadness, nor does
“I heard you made a scene earlier with a girl named Jen Storm,” Dmitri opens our dinner conversation with mockery. I can see his eyes feasting with my frown face right now. I scowl at him, “Let us eat in peace, amen.”He sips his wine while looking at me, well, most of the time, at my flaunting breasts. I decided to wear something sexy tonight. A simple tube long black dress, with a high slit on both sides. I deliberately wear this to seduce him. Yes, I want him tonight!“Will you look at my face and not my breasts, Dmitri?” I frankly tell him. He laughs at what I said, but he didn’t deny it, “Well, how can I not look at your breasts? It is calling me to fondle over them.”I ignore his pervy statement and bring up the real reason why I am here, “So Dmitri, you went behind my back this time? I appreciate it if you will not do it ever again.”I stop eating when I didn’t hear his answer, “Dmitri, why don’t y-”, I stop when I catch him staring at me.“Yes, I won’t. I did it because I
His statement brings me to the brink of confusion. I wonder whether I heard him correctly or not. So I get off the bed, wear my hotel robe, and sit down on a couch that is beside the glass wall where you can see tons of underwater creatures. I sip the coffee that has been prepared by who-knows-who. And I softly repeat his words, “A sex contract?”He looks at me as I utter those words, and he joins me on another couch across mine. He also sips my coffee and says, “Yes, you hear it right.”I am not exactly sure how to react to this situation or what the hell is a sex contract, to be honest. So I innocently throw him the question, “What is a sex contract?”He smiles at me, “Well, it is pretty simple. We will draw a contract and that’ll be our limit.”“For example?”“What you like to do, what we can’t do, something like this,” he explains.“Does it include being in an open relationship?” I curiously ask. “Yes, of course. We are free to date other people and we won’t mind about it,” he
I wear my best comfortable clothes for today because I want to represent myself not only as Dmitri’s guest but a respected feature writer of Manhattan Heights. I wear red high-waist bell-bottom pants, and a sexy white bralette with a zigzag string pattern at the back, and I finish it up with a brown leather turtleneck cut-out long sleeve that only covers my neck, shoulder, and arms.Lastly, I use gladiator black sandal heels. Then I bring my best weapon in feature writing, a polaroid camera, and a brooch pen recorder. Dmitri arranges the schedule, and by ten in the morning, someone will pick me up from my room. Not even a second late, the doorbell rings at exactly ten in the morning. Jeff’s face is the first thing I see upon opening the door. His eyes lavish in my wardrobe and get stuck a little bit on my face. So I start with a jest, “Jeff, you may want to close your mouth, or else you can’t stop it from drooling.”The woman beside her laughs at my joke, while Jeff turns red. “W
“Ava, I like you a lot, and if only you aren’t my boss’s woman, I would have already kissed you. I’ve fallen for you the moment I saw you,” this statement put me on a pedestal of addicting happiness. Well, my love life isn’t something others would have wanted. My first and last relationship was more on talk and not show, while the current one, is not even a relationship and more on a sexual relationship. But this man, who is sitting in front of me is just the right taste for me, a man who isn’t all talk, and who isn’t afraid to say what he feels either. Now that he is holding my hand, I can feel his warmth, and the way he looks at me, I could melt away. So without any delay, I jump at the opportunity and blurts out, “I am nobody’s woman, well, for now,” I emphasize the words ‘nobody’ and ‘for now’. He couldn’t hide the exuberance he is feeling at the moment. His dopamine seems really active when he heard my last statement. “So, you aren’t Mr. Sullivan’s woman?” he clarifies with