My work at the art school was going well and the children in my class were fun to work with. Despite that, the joy of teaching the kid had waned during the past week as my mind shifted back and forth between the reality in front of me and my memories of Hayden. “Malissa, do you have a minute?” the lady called out to me from behind the reception desk at the art school. I had just finished teaching for the day and was packing things up. “Sure,” I said before putting some art supplies back into the cupboard. “Your classes have been getting a lot of positive feedback both from the students and their parents. So, I was wondering if you would be open to take on additional classes,” she said with a gentle smile. “Umm…I guess I can…” I replied. I was quite free now and I haven’t found a full-time job so working extra here wouldn’t hurt. I’ll be making more money that way too, so this was the perfect opportunity. “That’s great. I’ll prepare some documents for you tomorrow and you can le
“Lisa…” she said, her voice sounding so weak. I felt so scared that I started crying, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. My grandma also had tears in her eyes, and I knew that she probably knew that she didn’t have a lot of time left. “Grandma…I…” I began speaking in between my sobs.However, my grandmother just shook her head as if she didn’t want me to say anything. I bit my lower lips as I closed my eyes from the pain. More warm tears rolled down my cheeks as a result. “Lisa…listen to me…well…” she said in a whisper so soft that I had to lean in to hear her speak. Unfortunately, I had sense that her next words to me may be her last. I nodded my head and brought my ear closer to hear lips so that I could hear her better. “You’ll be happy with Hayden. He’ll…take care of you…just like…when you were young…” she whispered as her breathing became more labored. “What?” I said in confusion. My grandmother was breathing in fast shallow breaths at this point and all I could do wa
“Hayden…are you really here?” I asked absentmindedly. “If you can ask a silly question like that, I think you’re fine now. I’ll take you back,” he replied before loosening his arms from around my body. I stared up into his face although I knew that my face must look like a big mess right now with my eyes puffy, my nose red and my lips swollen from crying. However, I still wanted to see his face up close. Hayden stared down my face before he placed a large hand on top of my head and started patting my head. “You should go back and rest,” Hayden said. He stood up and the next thing I knew, I was being carried in his arms. I gasped in surprise before wrapping my arms around his neck. Hayden smiled down a little at me and I started relaxing in his arms. I felt so tired and weak, being pampered like this didn’t feel bad at all. If this is a dream, I pray that I never wake up. I don’t want Hayden to ever leave my side again. My honest thoughts and my desire for him was so intense that
I also had another question up my sleeve. It just popped into my head when I thought of what my grandmother had said. In her last words…“My grandmother told me before she died that…I would be happy with you…that you would take care of me…just like when I was young. What did she mean by that?” I asked as I peered up into his clear blue eyes in wonder. “Do you think people should decide for themselves how they should live their lives?” Hayden asked. “What is this all of a sudden…?” I questioned in return. “Just answer me. If it were you, what would you do? Would you want to decide for yourself how you’re going to live your life?” Hayden asked as he looked directly at me. Was that a trick question, I wondered, because to me the answer was so obvious. “Of course. I want to decide everything by myself, if possible,” I replied without a second thought. “What if you get hurt by your own decision?” Hayden asked a follow-up question. “Umm…I’ll deal with it and live with it, I guess…” I
A few days after wrapping up the funeral, I was moving along smoothly in the process of moving on with my life. It had been almost a week, but I haven’t made up my decision regarding what to do with my life in relation to the mafia. It was a very difficult decision to make and no matter how hard I thought about it, the answer did not immediately come to me. Perhaps, I already had an answer in mind, but I was just too scared to admit it even to myself. While I was on break from teaching my art class, I got a phone call from the building manager’s office of the penthouse where I used to live with Hayden. For some reason, I still had the number saved so I knew who the call was from right away. I wondered what they wanted after all this time. It had been many months now since we’ve moved out. “Hello. Miss Malissa, sorry for calling out of the blue,” a woman’s voice said. “It’s ok. How can I help you?” I asked. “We were in the middle of clearing up the room as the rent contract had jus
Since I last met Hayden, I haven’t had a good night of sleep at all. At first, I tried the sleeping remedies that I read about online. Everything that didn’t sound too crazy or difficult, I tried. Sadly, none of them worked for me. I would end up spending hours tossing and turning in bed until I got bored and had to get up to walk around the small apartment or sit and stare at the night sky from the balcony. Sometimes I had to read a boring book to help calm my mind. Unfortunately, tonight was no different from the previous nights. I knew well by this time that the problem that I was having wasn’t physical but more psychological. To be frank, I was stressed and deeply disturbed by the choice that I had to make. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live my life involved with the mafia; on the other hand, I couldn’t bring myself to let go completely of Hayden. I sighed loudly and before I could think twice, I started dialing a number. I’ve saved this number for a while now thinking that I wil
“When did you get here?” I asked. In other words, how much did he hear just now?“Since the ‘nice to meet you’ part,” Hayden replied before grinning at me. Isn’t that like…right at the beginning? Great, so he heard everything. “Did talking to my dead brother help you make up your mind?” Hayden asked and I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not. “Not really…” I mumbled in reply. “Why did you come here?” he asked.“That’s a really good question actually. I haven’t been sleeping well lately and somehow, I ended up driving here. What about you? You come here when you can’t sleep, right?” I said before smiling at him.The atmosphere between us seemed to have settled down peacefully. I wondered if it was the same with Hayden. Was something troubling him again? “Something like that,” he replied vaguely. “Oh right. The building manager called me to pick up the painting that you left,” I said. “Of course, she did. I left a note saying that it was for you,” Hayden said like it was
Hayden pushed his cock into me, and I cried out at the feeling of fulfillment of having his cock ploughing into my body. The thick head of his cock stretched my opening and stroked my pussy walls as it entered deeper into my love tunnel. He was filling me up and I felt so satisfied to be joined with him once again. It had been too long. For the first time, it was clear to me that I regretted all the time that we’ve wasted by being apart. I wanted him so much that I felt like I could never get enough of him and the feel of his cock beating into me, fast and hard. Hayden’s other hand supported my buttocks as he thrusted his hips against me, ramming his cock in and out of my hole. His thickness stretched me as his length filled me. We grinded our hips together as we mated wildly. My pussy clenched around his thickness as I tried to suck him even deeper into my love hole. Hayden groaned close to my ear while he started moving faster. Our passionate moans and the lewd wet sounds of his s