I was standing in the middle of the parking lot, looking around thunderstruck. I couldn’t believe that had happened to me. Is it possible that he left me here? On my own?
“Eric?” I shouted again and again but with no response. My eyes filled with tears, and I felt them hot rolling down my cheeks.
I took my cell phone out of my bag and found his number. My finger stayed for a while over the dial. Eventually, I regretted it and didn’t call him. If he had really left and had abandoned me here, my pride didn’t allow me to call hi
Nancy and I were sitting at Nancy's kitchen table with empty mugs in front of us. An hour ago, it was full of coffee.The ashtray in front of me was almost full of cigarette butts.I had my head bowed, looking at the bottom of the empty mug."And you are saying that he's right?" I asked Nancy without looking at her. We have been talking for hours. I told her everything
I pushed rejection so hard that my teeth chattered. I threw my cell phone in my bag and went to the living room to put on my shoes. Meanwhile, Nancy had come out of the bathroom and went to get ready too. Until Nancy got ready, I dried my hair. “Oh! The clothes you chose are very nice. They suited you perfectly.” Nancy told me when she came to the living room. “Thank you. I like them too.” I replied to her and smiled.
I saw him and felt my heart skipping a beat. Eric was standing a little further away with a bouquet of red roses. His gaze nailed me. “That’s Eric?” the girls whispered to me. “Yes, it is Eric.”
“It seems so. I asked Mrs. Olivia to describe him to me. The description she told me matches perfectly to Eric.” “That means he regretted what he did. After that, I am convinced that he is falling in love with you.” I smiled. “You think so?”Nancy laughed. “Yes. What else do you want to do for yourself? Jump from a bridge?”
“I need time,” I answered him. “What do you mean?” “I mean that I want to think about it.” I saw his eye sparkle with anger. “What exactly do you want to think about? If you want to be with me?” “Not this, but
My gaze was stuck on them. They were welcomed by the same waiter who had received us before. The truth is there was no other waiter. The tavern was almost complete, yet he was doing just fine on his own. He led them to a table on the opposite side of the tavern. It seemed to me that I saw the waiter say something in Eric's ear, but I assumed it might have looked that way from the sitting position I was. After all, what could he say to him?The waiter couldn't have chosen a better table to make them sit down! Not a single ite
“Keep your mouth shut, Eric, you need her…” Eric thought. “Okay, you can come.” He told her, but he provided and gave her another address. He got ready as fast as he could and left the house. He went and stood outside the address he had told her and waited for her to come. After ten minutes, she arrived there. Beautiful and glamorous as always. But not to his taste, as always! “Hello, handsome!” she looked at him, smiling. He forced himself and smiled at her too as he was getting into the car.
He had crammed me between the wall and his body. So close to him… He couldn’t hold himself anymore and kissed me. He pressed his lips against mine, and |I didn’t resist. On the contrary, I half-opened my mouth to welcome him and did so with all the momentum he held inside him during the days he was suffering from my absence.I hugged him by the neck, clinging more to my body, and under the thin fabric of my dress, I was sure that he felt my nipples harden with lust. Waves of hot stimulation began to penetrate his body. He lowered his hands from my waist down to my hips. He lifted my dress, touching me gently, and I shuddered. His hands found the curve of my buttocks and massaged it
Two years later The door of my parent's home was waiting for us, wide open. They stood there with a smile up to their ears and their hugs genuine for us. Those hugs were full of infinite love and affection for us. I got lost in their open arms, and the love I felt overwhelmed me for those two beautiful people. "Come on, son, come inside. Why did you stay on the doorstep?" I heard what my mother said to Eric, and I smiled. "Hello, Mrs. Joanne, Mr. James," Eric said, entering the house. My mother reached out and pulled him closer to us. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me mother? You will become our son in a few months. Oh! My children, you made us so happy!" Those two years that passed were the most beautiful of my life. The months passed beautifully and calmly without anyone threatening us with his presence. Our love remained just as strong and steady. So, a few days ago, he proposed to me, and I c
Portia accepted his request and explained to him, telling him the whole truth. She also asked him for the help she wanted from him. "And what are you going to do with it?" he asked her suspiciously. "This is not of your job," she told him, somewhat hesitantly, fearing that he would not help her in the end. But that did not happen. "Very well. I will bring it to you". "And about the money, don't worry, I will have it." "Okay, but the money is not the only thing I want." "What else?" she asked him in wonder. "I want to spend a few hours together in a bed this time," he told her meaningfully. Portia thought about it for a moment, and she said okay for that. She would do anything to get what she needed to continue with her plan. "Very well then, meet me in an hour at the hotel." And he told her which hotel it was. "Okay. I'll be there but not in one hour. I need more hours. I am not in London." "Wher
Marianne found free parking and left the car. The supermarket was right across the street, and had to cross the road to get there. Paul found this to be a fantastic coincidence because Marianne was in the right place for them to proceed with his plan and be visible to anyone in the supermarket. After all, that is what he sought. Let Eric see them. He accelerated his pace to catch her as he was ready to cross the road. Paul had approached her enough to hold her lightly by the arm. "Marianne, wait." Marianne, surprised, turned to see who it was. "Paul?" she said, not believing her eyes. "Yes me. I want to talk to you for a minute." "There is no way I can hear you and let me go" she shook her arm with force to release it, but Paul tightened his grip. "You have to listen to me. It won't take you more than a minute." "I don't want to listen to you. Don't you get it?" she countered. His hopes began to fade. If
Portia and Paul were sitting facing each other with a cup of hot coffee in front of them. They had approached their heads and were talking almost in whispers because, of course, they did not want anyone to hear them make plans to hurt other people. Portia explained what he needed to do, ensuring that everything will go well and that the plan will work correctly. All this had become her obsession. "And it should be done in that way so Eric – I think that his name- sees you okay. Besides, that is the whole point." Portia pointed out to him, "to make him believe that is a big slut, so he will hate her and never want to see her again. He will break with her once and for all. And that will allow you to make her yours again. Isn't that what you want? To marry her so that you can have the inheritance that her aunt will give her? And as far as I can remember, it's big money." "Yes, I want that. That's what I always wanted. And after I got her inheritance in m
Eric tried to go after Marianne, but a hand clutched his arm. He had forgotten that Portia was still there. "Let her go. Now I'm here for you. Now and forever. I'm crazy about you." Portia said to him with an alluring voice. He had made sure that she was the same Portia that Marianne had talked to him. He heard her disgusting voice full of fake passion, and that made him sick. He couldn't even see her in front of him, and he hated even her touch. Knowing Portia's aggravated past, Eric was easy for him to realize that it was another plan of hers to grab him from Marianne's arms as she did with Marianne's fiancé. How on earth did she find out where she set up her new life? He had to run to catch her. He shook her hand over him with force. "Don't you dare to touch me again," he said in disgust and ran to the exit. He hurried down the stairs and ran after Marianne. "Wait, Marianne," he shouted at her, but she did not turn to look at him; instead, sh
Portia greeted the detective's assistant with a cheerful "Chao" and left the office. She got in the elevator that would take her to the ground floor. By the time she found and took her cell phone out of her vast, messy bag, she had already left the apartment building. He stood there in a corner and made the phone call he wanted. "Paul? I have amazing news. I found where our little runaway has been hiding for so long. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure that it's her house or her new boyfriend, and that's something we need to find out." At the other end of the call, Paul remained speechless. "Wait a minute! What did you say? Did Marianne find a boyfriend? " "Pff, what did you think? That she would mourn the deceased for a long time? " Paul got angry. "Come on, close your mouth, little snake." "Yeah, right. When you were fucking this snake, was it okay?" "Anyway, Portia, let's not start this discussion now. You know very well tha
Our bodies started to sweat. We tangled the fingers of our hands together. We were kissing non-stop. My body was flooded with waves of pleasure as I felt him coming in and out in me. "I missed you so much," he told me at one point out of breath. "I missed you too. My body was constantly asking for you." I answered him, and in my words, I felt him go even deeper inside me. After all that he had told me in the cafeteria and especially about his feelings, I felt that we are now inextricably linked, one body, one heart, one soul. I want this man to stay in my life forever. The days we were apart were the worst of my life, of all my existence. Now I can see it clearly. I was born to mingle with him. Paul was just the side road I had mistakenly followed, and finally, fate led me so that I could finally meet Eric and be with him. I want him to be the only one—the man who will be my partner in life, my husband, and the father of my children. I love him so much that i
Our kiss continued without either of us being able to stop it. The longing for each other seemed endless. I felt so beautiful in his arms. His lips on mine and his velvety tongue caressing mine so greedily. I never wanted it to end. I wanted him so much. My whole being was so thirsty for him. None of us took the first step to stop our kiss. And he continued…, and he continued. At some point, we heard whistles, teasing, and applause around us. "Good enough" was heard from someone. I understood that he would be a teenager. "Please, continue." someone else said, and I hear laughter. Oh my god, what a shame. I hid my face in the curve of his neck. "Please, make them go," I whispered to Eric. "Don't worry," he replied, and immediately afterward, I heard him try to disperse the crowd. I do not know how many there were. I did not dare to raise my head and see. The shame I felt was riveting me, and I did not want them to see my face. I
I had not slept very well at night. The calls from Eric had upset me a lot. I was sure he called me to shower abuse on me one more time. I still remember the words he said to me when I went to see him at the supermarket. So humiliating! So unfair! A knife in my heart. I also had my mother asking me all the time why I do not answer the phone. I finally considered it that it was a good time to talk to her about Eric and everything that happened, and I did. She listened to me carefully and at the end said to me: