As their desire continues to grow, so does their intimacy. They find themselves sharing secrets, fears, and dreams, baring their souls to each other. It's in these moments of vulnerability that the connection deepens, and the desire between them becomes more profound.The physical aspect of desire evolves as well. What started with stolen glances and tentative touches now becomes a full embrace of passion. The yearning for each other's bodies takes on a new dimension, and their physical connection becomes a language of its own, speaking volumes without the need for words.Desire between a couple is not only about physical attraction; it's also about emotional connection. They become each other's confidants, supporters, and allies in the journey of life. The desire to see the other person happy and fulfilled becomes a driving force in their relationship.There are moments of vulnerability, where they might disagree or face challenges, but the desire to overcome these obstacles together
“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
GENEVIEVEehave or you will pay.Behave. Or. You. Will. Pay.He can not say things like that and then walk away—or more like kick me out—because I have questions. Lots of them. How am I going to pay? Why? Where? When?So many questions.Like everything when it comes to Dan, I guess. And I do not know why I want to pay, or maybe I do know. Because I am a masochist, in a way, and masochists like pain, especially when it is a result of something we’ve done.I think that is why I kissed him back then, because my masochistic tendencies took hold of me and I couldn’t escape them. And God forbid I tell Dad about them, because what would I say? Dad, I think I have masochistic tendencies toward your friend and I am unable to stop them. Yeah, I would not be able to look him in the eye again.Anyway, because of what Dan said, I am unable to focus on the file. I read a few lines and then I go back to thinking about all the words he said to me.Baby girl.Behave.Pay.Oh, and truly fucked. That on
“You do not look fine. If you were a PC, I would run a malware check. But I can not, so I am lost here.”That earns a smile from me. “I do not think any malware checks can fix me or what I saw.”“What you saw? You mean Aspen?”“You know her?”“Who does not? She’s the only woman around here with balls bigger than some men.”“So you like her?”“Not specifically. But I like what she does. We need more women like her.”“I heard Krew Shaw hates her, like, loathes and despises her because she’s a witch.” God, I am stooping so low, even using Dad like this—sorry, Dad—but it is because of what I saw that I can not help it.“I heard he’s an egotistical jerk.”“Hey!” My voice cracks, feeling the jab on behalf of my father.She lifts a shoulder. “All I am saying is there are always two sides to every story. Just because Krew hates her does not mean she’s bad. Besides, Daniel is more important and he likes her.”“He…does not.”“Of course, he does. I recently joined the firm and even I know that e
GENEVIEVEJealousy, in all its turmoil and torment, can be a catalyst for growth and transformation. When we confront the green-eyed monster that lurks within, we embark on a journey of self-discovery, ultimately leading to a deeper understanding of ourselves and our relationships.In the face of jealousy, communication becomes a lifeline. Honest and open conversations with our partners are the bridge that connects our hearts and minds, allowing us to share our insecurities and fears. Through this vulnerability, we create a space for trust to flourish, and we strengthen the bonds that hold our relationships together.It is in these moments of candid conversation that we learn about the inner workings of our loved ones. We discover the reasons behind their actions, the motivations behind their choices, and the depth of their commitment. It's a chance to understand that we are not in competition with others for their affections, but rather, we are unique individuals who complement and c
He wraps his arms around me. “I have got you.”I hug him back. “Now I am feeling like I am using you.”“I am the one who’s using you so that you will give me a permanent job when you own W&S.”I push back, laughing. “They’ll be lucky to have you.”“I am holding you to that.” He ruffles my hair before he hops on his bike. The sound of the revving engine echoes in the air as he leaves, and I remain there, waving, until he disappears out of sight.Then I tiptoe to the entrance because Dad will totally have my ass for being late and riding on a bike.My shoulders hunch when I open the front door.Right. Dad is not here anymore. I think I am still in denial about it all, because every day, I wake up thinking I’ll find him in the kitchen or that he’ll be banging on my door, telling me I am late for school.In my mind, my dad’s still here. He’ll come back, because that is what dads do. They stay.They do not leave like moms do.My dad will not abandon me like she did.“What time is it?”I ju
GENEVIEVEravity seems to have left the building.Or maybe it is my sanity.Maybe it is both.Because I do not feel either of them—neither gravity nor my sanity. I am floating on air and unable to land.Or more accurately, I am floating on Dan’s shoulder. His broad shoulder that I have always looked at and might have dreamt about touching it, but not with my stomach. I wasn’t that crazy.Apparently, I am now, though, because that is all I can think about—my stomach on his shoulder. Okay, that is a lie. I am thinking about a lot of things, like how his strong arm is looped around my calves and the way my head is hitting his powerful back with each step up the stairs.He’s carrying me like I am a weightless feather. The effortlessness of the act does things to me. His strength. His brutishness. His domination.All of it.And I soak it in, allow it to tear me open and seep inside me. Is not that what masochists do? Not only do we seek the pain, but we also wallow in it and allow it to gr
DANIELmistake.That is what it should be.Every second from the moment she walked inside and I lost my fucking cool to when she detoDand in my hold as if she’s waited her entire life for me to come along.As if she’s been saving up for me, for the moment she’d explode all around me, strangle my fingers, and refuse to let them go.And it all started with when I saw her hopping off the kid’s motorcycle. Her lips were red and her hair was blown by the wind and she was smiling. Wide.I should’ve looked the other way and kept my distance, as usual—that is what I have done ever since I moved in. I make sure she has everything she needs from afar. Like her stock of vanilla ice cream, her milkshakes—vanilla again—and her favorite fruit, bananas, just because there is not a version of vanilla fruit.Martha has specific orders to let me know when those things run out so one of us can take care of getting more.It is all because of Krew, I told myself. If it were him, he would’ve made sure she
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