GENEVIEVEhave not slept all night.And that is sort of a problem because I become jittery and a bit neurotic when I do not sleep.Insomnia and I aren’t strangers, especially since I did not manage to completely desensitize myself to that word. It might be written in a red Sharpie because it is one of the words I struggle with the most.Along with death.I think I also need to add moving on to the red list because I can not do that. I am supposed to, I have to, but my mind is stuck in a different type of loop that I can not escape.So I spent the night in the closet. I wanted to stay with Dad, but Dan said in that stern voice of his to “go home and get some sleep” because tomorrow—today—is a big day. He did not voice the last part, but I figured it out on my own.However, I couldn’t just get some sleep. Not even after I blasted Twenty One Pilots on my headphones and exhausted myself by dancing. Not even when I swallowed like three sleeping pills. Or maybe it was five. I lost count som
I flinch, my heart hammering in my chest, but it is not because I am scared. Not even close. It is due to how he just spoke.How can someone pack so much command in one single word? In the simple way he says my name? And is it creepy that I want him to keep talking to me in that tone?For that reason alone, I contemplate disobeying him just to hear it again. But at the same time, I can not ignore the warning, the severity of it.So I slowly meet his gaze, and I wish I hadn’t, because he releases my elbow and I feel like I am drowning in nonexistent water.“Do you honestly believe that I chose to do this just to be there for you or because I am a knight in shining armor? I am not, Genevieve. Far from it.”“Then what are you?”“Whatever knights in shining armor fight. And that means there is not one noble, sacrificing bone in my body. The reason I am marrying you is not because I want to protect you or King’s legacy. I am protecting my firm. My own legacy. So the fact that you feel like
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Dan grabs me by the elbow and pulls me back from his nephew. The act is so effortless that I feel like I am floating on air as we leave the scene without another word.Aspen gives me a look that I do not know how to perceive. Is it pity? An apology? But why would she pity me or apologize to me? She’s not the type. She’s a witch.Right, Dad?“Where are we going?” I ask Dan once I am a bit out of my daze. Only a bit, though, because I think those pills I crunched on like candy are starting to take effect.“I’ll drive you home.”“Why?”“Because you are a few minutes away from collapsing.”So he did know about my exhaustion. Yikes. Am I that obvious to everyone else?“I can take a cab. You said you were going back to the firm.”“Since you were late, I rescheduled my morning meetings, so I do not have anything until the afternoon.” He unlocks his car and steps to the driver’s side.I roll my eyes. “Sorry for messing up your morning meetings, husband.”He pauses with his hand on his door’s
DANIELhen my father said that I have a train brain, it had absolutely nothing to do with how much I actually love trains.My train brain does not reverse. Ever. Once it is moving forward, it just keeps going. There are no regrets. No going back and definitely no retracting what I fucking said or did.So now, I have a train life, one that is only focused on getting shit done and moving on to the next thing, then the one after that, and so on. That is how my train brain works.Forward.Outward.Nothing is kept inward. Otherwise, it’ll rot and cause my downfall.Now is no different. The present and the past are only a step for the future. A stop, a station. They are not what I should be focused on and I certainly should not be thinking about her fucking words. The words that she should not have said in that sultry voice that I want to hear say fucked-up things.I do not want safe and boring.That is what started it all. That is what brought us to this moment where she’s staring at me as
GENEVIEVEwo weeks later, I am forced back to reality.I am forced to let go of the hope I held on to so tightly when Dad had his accident. Because the truth is, he’s not waking up and probably will not. The doctor said that the more time he spends in a coma, the slimmer his chances are of coming out of it.And even though I have been visiting him every day, I can feel the gloomy cloud that hovers over his hospital bed. I can tell that my dad is probably not there anymore, no matter how much I talk to him and read to him and everything in between.And that is just been too painful to think about, so I distracted myself with school before the summer break. And cleaning. I do that a lot when I am anxious or stressed. I scrub floors and counters and dishes and the bathroom.In my head, I am scrubbing my mind clean. Does it work? For a while, maybe, but not in the long term. Because the problems far outweigh the solutions. I thought myself strong enough to take it all—let it soak in and t
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“I am not the boss of you yet, considering that you do want to intern for me.”“Not for you,” she says slowly. “For Knox.”“That will not be happening, so it is either with me or you are out of here.”Her lips fall open and she swallows, then clamps them shut before they open again.Knox releases a tsking sound. “Like uncle, like nephew, all you and Sebastian ever do is steal my interns.”“But…I want to intern with Knox,” she says with more conviction.“Then leave.”She purses those lips again, her body getting rigid and her nostrils flaring. She’s clinking her nails against each other, too. Clink. Clink. Clink.“Or follow me.” I turn around, not waiting to see if she follows.She will.Not only did she come over here with one intention, but she’s also not the type who gives up, not even if she has to make compromises.I am the one who’s supposed to push her away, not offer her an internship or even invite her to my office.This is my focus zone, after all, and having her in it will f
ONE YEAR LATERon’t cry…I am here…” I croak, patting my hand “D on a chubby chest and holding another chubby bottom so she can suck on my breast.Only…I am not holding anything. I am not sitting down either and I am only touching the mattress.I startle, my eyes flying open.Our bedroom comes into sight with the pulled-down curtains that make it dark even though the clock on the wall reads ten in the morning. I fumble for the baby monitor, my heart beating so loudly, I hear it in my ears.Holy shit.Shit.Where are my babies? I clearly remember falling asleep breastfeeding Lily and rocking Logan back to sleep around two in the morning.Did I lose them somehow? Dan spends one night working late in the office, one night, and I lose our twins?They are three months old—I think I got pregnant that day before Dan’s birthday a year ago. As soon as we found out the news, I was ecstatic, but that can not be said about everyone else. Dad wondered if I was going to be fine with law school and e
THREE YEARS LATERSomething is evidently amiss, and the signs of its presence are glaringly conspicuous. The unmistakable manifestation of this disquieting anomaly lies in the unequivocal fact that Genevieve, a typically unwavering and unswerving companion, has taken a perplexing turn towards avoidance when it comes to me.A deviation of this nature is an anomaly in itself, as Genevieve has historically been impervious to any inclinations towards avoidance, even in those moments when my behavior has teetered on the precipice of insensitivity and provoked her ire. Instead of retreating or descending into a sullen disposition, she would typically seek solace on my lap, insisting that I impart lessons on decorum and propriety. However, the current situation presents a stark contrast, as she has continued to maintain a conspicuous distance from my presence for a duration spanning two whole days. This departure from her established demeanor is compounded by another observation that is not
GENEVIEVEIn the end, love's difficulties remind us that love is not meant to be perfect; it's meant to be real. It's not about avoiding conflicts or challenges but about navigating them together, hand in hand. It's about finding the courage to confront the issues that arise and the humility to recognize our own flaws.Through the difficulties of love, we discover that love is a dynamic force, ever-changing and evolving. It's a journey of self-discovery and a shared adventure with another person. It's about learning, growing, and evolving together.Love's difficulties may test our patience and resolve, but they can also deepen our emotional connection. They make the moments of laughter and tenderness all the more precious. The difficulties are like the shadows that define the contours of the relationship, making it multi-dimensional and unique.Ultimately, love's difficulties are part of the intricate mosaic of life, and they are a testament to our humanity. They remind us that love i
DANIELknew this would be hard, but I did not think it would be this fucking unbearable.There is always been an emptiness inside me—it comes with all the baggage of being an unwanted child. But I have managed it well through the years.Or, I thought I had.Turns out, I was only numbing it with no way to effectively deal with it. Which is why I am here, in the middle of nowhere.On the mountain.I have done a lot of hiking and thinking, mostly about her.The girl I left behind without a word because her dick of a father is testing me.“Stay away for a while and take the time off as an overdue vacation,” he told me that day. “If she’s really serious about you, she will not move on. But if she does move on, you will fuck off from her life.”He also wants ten percent of my shares, which will give him the majority in W&S. We agreed to never sell our shares to outsiders or each other in order to keep an equal power balance. But he’s using the circumstances to twist my arm.I agreed anyway.
In the tapestry of love, the difficulties form intricate patterns, weaving together the fabric of our experiences and memories. It's in the trials and tribulations that we discover the resilience of the human spirit, the ability to bounce back from heartache and forge ahead with newfound strength.The journey of love teaches us that perfection is not the goal, but rather, it's the acceptance of imperfections and the willingness to work through them. It's about recognizing that no relationship is without its share of obstacles, and that the process of overcoming them is where we find growth and deep connection.Overcoming the difficulties of love requires a commitment to self-improvement, patience, and a profound understanding of our partner. It's about listening, compromising, and showing kindness even when emotions run high. It's about finding the balance between individual growth and the growth of the relationship itself.In the end, love's difficulties are an invitation to embrace
GENEVIEVEate is gone.He disappeared the same day my life shattered topieces after I learned I have had a mother all along who did not know I existed.The same day my dad threatened to remove her from my life again.The same day I cried until there were no tears left, then instead of going home, I went to Dan’s apartment because I needed him. Not anyone else, just him.He’s the only one who’s able to chase away the chaos and make me feel at peace.He’s the only one I think of when my world splinters to pieces. It is not that he mends it together—he’s not my fixer. He’s just the other half who helps me in being me.In fighting away the emptiness.But he wasn’t there and his phone was turned off.So I called Sebastian and he said he had no clue where his uncle was. He still does not. Because Dan left nothing behind and the perpetrator is my father.I could feel it deep down in my heart that Dad had something to do with it. Not only did he drive Dan away, but he also made him the devil
DANIELknew something was wrong the moment I saw Genevieve sneaking up behind a car.Then came King’s fucking loud voice, because he does not know how to stay quiet.Then Aspen’s full-body shudder as she barely remains upright.But the only person I care about is the girl who’s standing in front of them, her mouth falling open and her nails clinking against each other fast, as if she’s on a mission to injure herself.I step to her side, holding her elbow because she’s on the verge of something, and it is not something good.Her gaze slides to mine and it is a myriad of confused, muted colors as she gulps. “Dan…they said…Dad…called her my mother. It is not true, right?”I tighten my jaw, then glare at King, who’s clenching his fists because he knows he fucked up. He couldn’t just keep quiet. No, he had to make a scene and have her find out this way.He hasn’t been subtle at all since he woke up from the coma. Even I could see that his animosity toward Aspen was uncalled for. She hit ba
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to the edge. My fingers splay out on his shoulders and then I am kissing him again because I love it. I love how his tongue toys with mine and how he nibbles on my lips, letting me know who’s in control.And he is, because I completely let go and I still feel powerful as fuck. He makes me feel it with the way he worships my body, the way his hands are all over my breasts, my waist, and my thighs as if he can never get enough of me.He makes me feel powerful by wanting me with a ferociousness that turns him animalistic, and I get off on that.I get off on how he wants me, not caring about the consequences or what the world thinks of us.While he’s still kissing me, he frees his cock and lifts me slightly off the table so he can drive inside me.“Oh, God,” I mumble against his lips, my eyelids slowly closing.“No. Look at me while I fuck you, wife.”I open my eyes and our gazes lock as he thrusts into me slow and long and deep. So deep that h
The complexities and difficulties of love also underscore its uniqueness and value. Love is not a one-size-fits-all emotion; it's a highly personalized experience that varies from one relationship to another. Each relationship comes with its own set of trials and tribulations, but these challenges can be the very catalysts for profound connection and personal growth.One of the most remarkable aspects of love is its ability to evolve and mature over time. As a relationship weathers storms and navigates the ups and downs of life, it can deepen and become more profound. The difficulties faced together can serve as the building blocks of resilience, forming a bond that can withstand even the harshest of trials.Moreover, love has the power to teach us valuable life lessons. It teaches us patience and the importance of compromise. It encourages us to let go of our ego and prioritize the happiness and well-being of our partner. Love fosters empathy, as we learn to see the world through the