"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths."
~Elisabeth Kübler-RossFlashback
Three months after meeting Lucas.
The door opened and Lucas and I stepped into the hotel room, the trial just ended and I was found not guilty by the judge on the count of first-degree murder of my foster mother Audrey and after the verdict was made, Lucas offered to take me in as my guardian and when the court saw I didn't object they let me go with him. He informed me about the legal process of becoming my guardian and it involves papers works and most importantly my consent. I didn't have so much option or choice in the situation.
Lucas
These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen."~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross"Why are you up?" The sleepy voice of Alex calls out from across the room and I turn away from looking at the stars to see her scrunched up but beautiful face. "Come back to bed!" She calls out to me, raising her hand but it drops immediately from weakness and she lay back down in bed.I find myself smiling and I make my way over to the bed and I sit down beside her. "Why are you still up?" She asks with her level of concern high. "You can't sleep?" She adds."Yes, I couldn't sleep, gatita, but I'll be fine," I confessed to her and take her hand in mine."You won't be fine, sleep is important and without it,
"The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward."~Steve MaraboliFlashback"I want to go home, I want my mommy! I don't want to be here anymore!" I cried out as Lorenzo got up from beside my bed to put on his clothes. My whole body was dead from what he just did to me and I could barely even move it. I was numb and aching and I could only speak and that was what I did. Tears rolled down my face and go into my ears."I told you before, your mommy left you and she's not coming back because she doesn't want you, no one wants you. Are you happy hearing that?" Lorenzo sneered wickedly."You're lying, you're a liar, you always have been! I don't believe a word you say!" I refused to believe
“There is a fine balance between honoring the past and losing yourself in it. For example, you can acknowledge and learn from mistakes you made, and then move on and refocus on the now. It is called forgiving yourself.”~Eckhart TolleWe enter into the building and as we approach the guard, wearing a black trouser and white short sleeve shirt with a badge he gets up and walks over to us,"Buenos dias (Good morning,)" he greets."Buenos dias (Good morning,)" we respond in unison."Estas buscando a alguien? (Are you looking for someone?)""Si, estoy aquí para ver al director de la prisión, señor Edwardo Fernanda. Dile que Rayyan Martin está aquí para verlo (Yes, I'm here to see the warden of the prison, Mr Edwardo Fernanda. Tell him Rayyan Martin is here to see him.)" I reply and he nods and goes away.I've not used the name R
"A marriage is a like a house. When a light bulb goes out, you do not go and buy a new house, you fix the light bulb."~Happy Wives ClubThird POVA week laterAlex is at the balcony staring at the stars when she hears the door closing and she turns around and sees Rogue step into the bedroom, he's been out working late again and though she has nothing against him, the fact that tomorrow is the day they both go shopping for what they will need for their wedding makes her think that he may be too tired for it.
"I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late, start without me." ~Tallulah Bankhead"Do you miss our scenes?" Rogue suddenly asks midway into their meal and Alex almosts chokes on the food in her mouth as a result of how blunt and unexpected his approach was."Rogue...""I'm sorry if this is taking you by surprise, one of the things about BDSM is talking and I want to know what your opinion is on us resuming our scenes after so long.""Can we have this talk later?" She asks with awkwardness voice and her eyes don't lie.He looks around left and right, "No, there is nothing wrong with talking about it now, no one i
"When a woman submits to a man, it's the most precious gift she can give. Herself. Unreservedly. The man has to respect and honor that gift above all else. Even if he respects nothing else in the world, he must respect the woman in his care. It's his sworn duty to protect, honor and cherish his submissive. To take care of her and provide a safe haven. Someone who would put his own needs above his woman's is no man."~Maya BanksThey step towards their bed and Rogue tilts her head up and snakes his tongue into her delicious mouth, tasting the vanilla flavour of the ice cream she had before they left the restaurant and that mixed with the taste of her mouth drives him insane. He pushes her against the close by window and he takes his time to worship his mouth with his lips as well as her face.
"The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in the passion we inspire."~François de la RochefoucauldShe feels his touch over her lower lips down, her neck and further down her chest and his fingers find her nipples, delicately strumming it, making her moan and arches her pelvis up, silently telling him where her needs for him is much, but he pushes her back down on the bed and continues his torture on her nipple and she moans out.He watches as her lips part and her tongue lifts between them as she moans out and he knows she's loving being touched, he didn't want to ask anything, he wanted her to communicate to him what she was feeling like he had instructed her earlier.He moves to the other nipple and he stro
"Marriage is the highest state of friendship. If happy, it lessens our cares by dividing them, at the same time that it doubles our pleasures by mutual participation."~Samuel RichardsonThree weeks later"How much longer do I have to sit still?" Alex asks impatiently as Martha and George try to get her hair into a perfect curl as if that was even possible. Her hair is curly there's no such thing as perfect curl, at least not for her hair. She remembers, Sarah, her mom constantly having to battle with her hair every day of school when she was younger. It was painful almost every time she touched it, but she had to endure it if she wanted to look neat and pretty for school. As she got older the curls lessened and the pain she usually felt as a child left— or maybe she just got used to it.Her hair has never been the soft and perfect looking one, it was tou