Lance After adjusting my jacket, I turn to look at Aficia, Alicia, Atifia âĶ whatever her name is. She winks at me, then bites her lip. Her eyes filled with lust. My eyes however, were filled with disgust. After all, I had my way with her already. âSir, we should definitely do that again. I ha-â âOut!â I bark. I took out a few cash from my wallet and hurled it at her. âThis is not a place for hoes to tarry. Scramâ she grab it up and ran out with tear filled eyes. I havenât even said a hurtful word to her. Yet sheâs crying. I laugh to myself. âStupid woman didnât even please me rightâ I mumble. These hoes nowadays need some training. She was good. Fat are, big tits, small waist, wide hips. But she doesnât please me well enough. I hadnât slept at home last night. I needed a break from seeing Kendallâs ugly face. I glance at the time on my watch. Five in the morning. I have three hours to get to a meeting, and I strongly feel like canceling. I dug my hands in my pocket as I look throug
Kendall âWake up Kendall!â I nearly hop out of my skin as I was fast asleep. I immediately opened my eyes and there he was sitting on my bed. A huge smile was plastered over Harry face. âWhat the -â he quickly place his hands on my lips in order to just me up. âYou look so peaceful while sleeping dear.â âGet out!â I say kicking him off my bed. âLance is not here, so leave.â âI know that. How are you doing?â âNot good now that you are here.â âDo you have any extra food? Iâm starving.â âWhat do I look like?â âWhy do you hate me?â âYou make me sick.â âYou are not sick right now.â He says winking. âCanât you leave now? I already told you Lance isnât here.â âI think Iâll stay until he returns.â âIf you donât go Iâll have you kicked out. Iâm not afraid to do that!â He let out a laugh, then licks his lips. âBaby, this is my best friends house âĶ heâd rather kick you outâ as I took one step towards him there was a knock on the door. I rush to open it, but was disappointed to see
Kendall I struggle with my suitcases as I tried to catch up with Lance as he heads towards the car. He had only one bag to carry which makes sense why he's able to walk briskly. I on the other hand have two suitcases, three travelling bags and my hand bag. He didn't even offer to take any of them from me. Definitely not a gentleman. When I got to the car a short fat grey haired man walked up to us, and despite his grey hairs he was fairly handsome. "Kendall this is Rafael, the driver" "Nice to meet you sir" I say giving him the warmest smile I possibly could. Lance rolls his eyes and open the door of the car. "It's a pleasure Mrs. Russo" he takes my hand into his and kisses it gently. "Do your job Rafael and quit talking to her. You're a driver. Nothing else. Remember that" his face was immediately flushed with embarrassment and I felt sorry for him. He takes my bags and place them in the trunk of the car, then we got in and he drove off. Lance seated himself to the farthest end o
Lance I glance at my wristwatch in frustration. Kendall has been in the shower for nearly half an hour and I need her right now, but apparently she's trying to be spiteful. I thought she wouldn't be of use on this trip, but apparently, I'm wrong since the man I'm meeting wants to meet her too. Although he's an old friend there's no way of getting around him with this. My mother really knows how to fuck my life up one stage to another. I need to find some way out of this marriage, but first I have to teach Kendall a lesson about marrying someone for money. About five minutes later she walked out dressed in a pink latex strapless dress with black heels. Her hair was done in a tight ponytail. She actually looks nice. Not super nice. Just a little nice. Nice enough. "Let's go!" I bark. "Keep in mind I'm doing you a favour" she says crossing her arms. "I don't have to show up" "Kendall it's dinner, and I like being at least an hour early. It's principle. Now, maybe you don't know abou
Kendall I stop at the corner shop and bought a bottle of water, then I took a seat on the bench. I had just finished exercising and I feel exhausted. I havenât exercised in a long while. Like two years âĶ It was a good way to get my mind open about doing something evil to Lance, but all I could think about was something silly. I shouldnât even be thinking about doing something to him, since Iâm technically dependent on him. Ugh âĶ I donât even know what to do right now. Heâs so irritating and judgmental. Without trying to know the real reason I married him he just jumped to the conclusion of me being a whore âĶ But then again, why wouldnât he? If his mother didnât put Suzanne in the hospital we would have never crossed paths. I would have continued my studies. I let out a sigh. âHello, Kendall, right?â I look up at the nice piece of chocolate standing in front of me. His blue eyes glistened at me, not to mention his gorgeous smile. My heart immediately stopped. Literally. Heâs probably
Kendall The sun was perfect today. Not too hot. Just perfect. It was peaceful to listen to the calmness of the sea as it rushed upon the shore and touch the tip of my toes. I needed the time to think. To think about what I need to do to Lance. Or not do. I hate the good side of me, because each time I come up with something, itâs either stupid, or I decide against it. After all, Iâm the reason heâs the way he is. I had thought maybe he would be nice to me, but I was wrong. I can see the hatred in his eyes whenever he looks at me. Itâs like Iâm a rotten piece of meat that stinks. I fail to understand how people work with him. I got up from the sand and went to take a dip in the water, and itâs like the universe decided against my alone time because Lance approached me in less than five minutes. Itâs like he always follows me around. Itâs so creepy and annoying. âWell, Youâre brave enough to walk on the beach half naked with a âĶ broken down body like yours.â âIâm going to ignore you
Lance The flight back home was quite. Well ... Kendall was quite. Not once did she look at me.She was broken from yesterday and it felt really good to know that I hurt her. Where is the fire that she used to blaze at me? Gone! and I'm proud to say it's because of me. I feel proud. I deserve a medal. I should treat myself. I deserve it. She's so lucky my lying mother stepped in and covered for her. I look over at her and let out a loud laugh. With her head rested against the window of the car watching the rain. "You know, I should have made you travel in the trunk. I have to be driving so careful so I don't crash because of your ugly face" she kept quite, but I chose to torment her even more. "How do you stand to look at yourself in the mirror? You know, if I were you, I would kill myself. Not saying you should, but people always take my advice. You should too" Still she kept quite. "If you die who would miss you? Think about it. I can bet a man never looked at you before. I wouldn't
Lance âThat presentation was as boring as the dress youâre wearingâ I say looking at the woman in disgust. She burst into tears and ran out of the room like a child. I lean back in my chair and roll my eyes at the pathetic people seated in front of me. âAll of you get out and make sure yo-â I stopped when a gorgeous woman walked into the room. Excitement instantly rushed through my body as my eyes travelled up those long sexy legs. How I would enjoy being between them. The things I would make her do on top of me. âEverybody out!â I bark. When they left, I got up and walked to her side. âHello there, how may I help you ? â âWell âĶ that depends. I came to visit an old friend, but seeing you âĶ I have a place not far from here. We can go, if you like.â I didnât even think twice with my brain. I made my dick choose. âFor a woman like you âĶ of courseâ âWe should get going thenâ she replies licking her lips. I led her to my car and we got in. There was no way I was going to make such a se
Today, every step that I make as I walk along the corridor of the hospital feels heavy. I just made a phone call to somewhere far away. Somewhere I will be. Soon. It has been three days after I received the first phone call from them. And I've made up my mind. I halt in front of the room, peeking through the glass on the door. And there inside the room, I see Prince, sitting on the bed. And my throat hurts so much. Tears pool in my eyes. I'm starting to doubt myself again whether I have enough strength to do this. To leave him. Right now. When he's still lying in the hospital. Wounded because of me. And it's very cruel of me that what I'm going to do next will just add more pain to his wounds, making them even worse. I move away from the door and lean back against the wall. I can't do this. But I have to. For myself. For him. For us. Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It hurts so much. It hurts me to the core that I have to leave him. I wish I could spend more time
I can't believe what I see. Is this real? Because if this is all just a dream, I don't want to wake up. Prince tries to move his finger again, but he's still very weak. I stroke his hand, a soft smile touching my lips as tears brim my eyes. "You-you woke up," I whisper. He gazes at me with his intense eyes. "I had a dream," he rasps, his voice just as weak as his stare. "And there, you called me. Many times." I brush my fingers across his cheek. There's a tear in the corner of his eye, and I wipe it away as it escapes. "I've been thinking .. " he pauses, his voice hoarse. "What if you haven't forgiven me? I couldn't just go away, leaving you like that, could I?â My lips tremble, and I choke in tears. He stares at me, his eyes begging. "Cheska," he whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all that I've done to you. I'm sorry that I hurt you." I shake my head. He's begging me like he's dying. He has sacrificed himself to save me to the point that he almost lost his life. But now, here h
I'm driving to my office when I hear my phone ringing on the dashboard. A smile tugs at my lips when I see the caller. Fiona. I press the speaker button, and her voice fills the air. "Morning, Drake." I almost want to bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying the next words, but hell with that, I decide to give myself a chance, âMorning, beautiful." I know that she won't take this one like the other girls normally would have done. Still, a smirk curves on my lips. " You hit your head or what?" she asks, and I can imagine that she's rolling her eyes. "Easy there, Casanova." I chuckle. What a perfect way to begin my day in the morning. Our banters. Suddenly, all the tension from the morning rush disappears, just from hearing her voice. I like Fiona. Everybody might think that this is bullshit, since I always like girls. When do I not? Even my reputation as a player has already reached Fiona. But what I mean here is that I really like Fiona. I'm definitely taking this slowly and
I can't believe that I let him hold me again when I broke down. I must admit that his being here makes my heart at ease while Damien is on the run. I watch as he sits at the desk in the guest bedroom, opening his laptop, while I prepare my breakfast. I don't know if he already had one or not, but there's nothing wrong with preparing the food for him as well. I hear him talking to a person on the phone about some academic projects. It's too early in the morning to talk about that -- it might be something urgent. Then I remember that he's supposed to start his internship in the oil company -- the one I visited when I brought him the notebook. That time, he told me that it would start in three months after he passed his interview -- which is around this month. Is he postponing the start date? Because of me? My heart sinks as I think again about the circumstances that I'm in. I've been right all along. Our future doesn't work together. Mine will be a hindrance to him. I'll only be a bur
Cheska The thought of Drake purchasing a gun still bothered my mind the entire night, but I decide not to question him again about that. I keep wondering why he suddenly decides to carry it now. We've been living in California for two weeks, and so far, everything is fine. This morning, he leaves for work, as usual. While I'm about to finish blow-drying my hair inside my bathroom, I hear footstep sounds from downstairs. That makes my heart thump hard against my chest. Ever since the incident of Andrew breaking into our house in England, the smallest sound and the slightest movement can make me become a paranoid again. I'm sure that Jake has locked the door, so if it weren't him, who else would enter this house? Slowly, I step out of my room and head downstairs, almost tiptoeing so that I won't make too much sound. My pulse quickens as I finally reach the ground level. When I see the person entering the living room, I yelp in surprise. My eyes widen as I see Prince standing before m
Cheska The moment I close the door behind me, my sobs finally break. Iâve never thought that I would say those words to him, but I had to. We canât be together anymore. Iâve promised myself that Iâm going to forget everything about my painful past, about him. I need to be strong, and I can only be so without him. Iâve planned my future, and he wonât be in the picture. Our future doesnât work together. Mine will destroy his. Drake leans back against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest, his eyes closed. He has heard everything as well. When he turns to me and walks closer to hug me, I bury my face in his chest and cry my eyes out, hugging him back. I canât bear the pain anymore. Hurting Prince breaks my own heart, worse than when he broke mine. He came all the way here for me. He waited for days, standing on the street outside. He still waited for me even when the rain had been pouring hard on him. He was crying when he said that he loved me. But then, I just crushed him with m
Cheska As soon as Drake comes back from work, he visits my room. I sigh, closing my laptop. Drake leans back against my door frame, still in his office attire. â Are you sure, Ches?â he asks me the question once again. I nod. This past week, I've been spending time with my laptop to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And finally, I've found a light, filled with hope for my future. A way to achieve my dreams. "You know, I never thought that something like this would ever happen, but-" he falters, and I give him a hopeful look. A soft smile touches his lips. "As long as it makes you happy, I'm fine with it." Relief washes over me. I thought that he would be reluctant to accept my idea at first, butI always know that he's going to be supportive, as long as it's the best for me. I stand up from the chair, approach him and hug him, making him sigh. "Thank you, Drake. I always know that you're gonna be on my side." When we pull away, I do see the sadness in his eyes. Regrets
Cheska Today is my second day in Italy. Itâs early morning, and Iâm setting up my new cellphone when Drake emerges in my doorway. Heâs talking to someone on the phone before handing it to me, making me wonder who it is. â Itâs your friend Kate,â he says. â She got my number from Prince.â The mentioning of such name still makes my heart drop. I sigh and take the phone from Drake. âHello?â Kateâs cries fill my ear as soon as I speak, and she goes frantic. âOh my God, Ches. Are you okay? How are you doing over there?â A soft smile tugs at my lips. I miss her. It feels like ages since the last time I heard from her. This girl is worrying about me like Iâm dying. âIâm okay. Donât worry.â âGod, I never thought that â â she stops talking and starts sobbing. âIf only Iâd figured it out earlier.â Sheâs speaking about Andrew. Thereâs a guilt in her voice, and I want to tell her that none of this is her fault. Before, neither of us realized that Andrew was such a psychopath. We thought th
Prince Andrew ends up in the hospital. And I end up spending the night at the police station. That bastard is fucking lucky that I didnât kill him, because before I could do so, three policemen came to stop me. I remember roaring like a mad person when they pulled me away from Andrew, who was already bleeding to death when the emergency response team from the hospital took him with the stretcher. My hands shaking, I look down and bury my face in them. What the hell am I doing here? I shouldnât be here right now. I should be with her. Cheska. Cheska. Cheska. Sheâs the only thing in my mind now. I canât imagine what sheâs feeling at the moment. She must be scared, not knowing that to do. She must be broken. Hopeless. Alone. To settle the matters with the police, Iâve called my lawyer, whom I know from a friend I worked with for one of the influential companies I did my project with. Heâs good, so I expect that the police can give me some dispensation once they find out that Andrew