“Mature content.”
“You are so beautiful, even when you wake up.”
He said, looking deep into my eyes.
Unbelievable!! Andrew! Is such a coincidence possible? And yet, the more I was observing him, the more I made sure he was the same man I had met with Portia that night at the bar. Almost ten years ago. He didn’t change at all. Just over the years, he had grown to manhood, as is normal in a man’s life. I had seen the complete result of so many years in front of me at once.He seemed to be as surprised as I was, but I had the impression that it was for another reason. His gaze shifted rapidly from Eric to me and vice versa. I saw the wonder clearly on his face, and I could easily guess what he was thinking about. From when I live in this town, how did I meet with Eric and come here t
His eyes were shining dangerously. I could say that the right one was shining a little more. I felt scared. I tried to hide it as best I could, hoping not Andrews realize it. I didn’t know how he could take advantage of my weakness, but on the other hand, what could he do to me in such a crowd? This thought gave me courage. I tried to free my hand, but Andrew held it very tightly.“Leave my hand. You are hurting me.” I told him in a low voice but intensely.“Will you sit quietly if I free you? I want to talk to you.” He told
Later that night at Andrew’s house. The bed was beating rhythmically against the wall by Andrew’s wild push in Rebecca’s vagina. Rebecca, with her legs wide open, was groaning with pleasure. “Yes, my boy, go on.”
By the morning, the whole bed was full of used tissues. I was crying all night. I was at a dead end. But I had to find out. I called him again. This time his cellphone was closed. I left a message on the answering machine. "Eric, what happened? Where are you? Are you okay? Why did you not come? I was waiting for you…."But I didn't get any answer. I was sure now that something had happened. There's no other explanation. And I had to find out what it was.I went to work as I do every day. As soon as Nancy and Emma saw me, they
Just before the store's door, wanting to ease my anxiety a little, I stood up and took a few deep breaths, which unfortunately brought almost no improvement in my condition. But I had to keep going. I wanted to do this. I finally wanted the situation to be clarified. I walked towards the entrance steps. The closed-door did not allow me to see anything inside the supermarket. I went up the last step and heard the door opening. I looked up and saw Eric. But he wasn't Eric that I knew. This Eric had a face furious with rage. His eyes were burning. His movements were sharp and abrupt.
A half-hour later, I got home. My mother welcomed me with her biggest hug and her wettest kisses. My father was a little more sparing in his feelings, but he hugged me though. "Oh, my God," my mother observed me meticulously. "You have lost weight. Come and eat, please. I have cooked your favorite. Roast beef with potatoes and vegetables." "A! Perfect," I exclaimed. "One moment to go and w
The investigator looked at her for a moment and nodded thoughtfully. "Very well, I trust you. We will be in touch. I will have news very soon. Leaving from here along with the photos, please leave your phone number as well to Amelie." "Okay. I will do it," Portia agreed and left. She went out to Amelie's office and arranged what Mr. Ivan had asked her. She came out of the apartment buildin
He was mad at her. But mostly angry was with himself, who was still missing her so badly, his body was asking for her, but his selfishness and pride prevailed, his anger for her betrayal and the thought that everything she had told him was just a big lie to achieve her purpose. Lies, all lies. Her feelings for him. Her need for him. All terrible lies. He left the glass on the table noisily and sank his head in his hands. With the innocence of her gaze, she managed to convince him. With the sweetness of her eyes, she made him her prisoner. H
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: