When I wake up from my induced sleep, I refuse to open my eyes. I feel Damon's body next to mine on the couch, but this is a reality I don't want to face.I don't want to have to ask what happened, and I don't want to look at the world as it is now.I miss my overcoat, I miss my shirt, and I feel my skirt lifted above my thighs. I really don't want to know what happened in the time between my last memory and now. I don't want to find out the shit I did.I remember feeling bad until a blackout took over my mind. I remember seeing things that were too fanciful to be true, but this is more like a dream. I can't say that I lived what I remember.However, the remnants of hope ingrained in my brain tell me to open my eyes when Damon stands up. His warm body is removed from mine, which is frankly a relief."what did you do to me?" I manage to whisper."oh, you're already awake"I open my eyes to contemplate my fear. Damon is shirtless, buttoning the top button of his pants. He has messy hair
A labeu can mean many things. In someone's life, for example, it can mean the complete devastation of dignity. And when you enter a police station, approach a counter and tell a kind girl that you want to file a complaint, you can say that this word is the perfect definition. Because it's not about a stupid guy making a woman a victim, it's about how people look at this woman.Poor thing. Poor thing. Worthy of pity.People judge women who are already humiliated, making them believe that the humiliation is vehement.I didn't think it would be easy but, damn, did it have to be so hard? Despite having Anastasia by my side, the syringe going into my skin to draw my blood hurt a lot. It wasn't a physical pain, but a sentimental one. I was just there, taking that exam and asking for police help because my husband didn't believe me.Just like thousands of women before me, I gave my body a few medical checkups. They are carried out at the police station as this type of thing, unfortunately, h
Fuck! My mind has been spinning around the same thing for hours. I want to go home, hug my wife and tell her we can get through this. But in the end, I know it wouldn't be that easy. I would say nasty things, so would she. And unfortunately, this shit won't be forgotten after sex.Thanks for fucking my psyche!"Mr. Granger" Andrea, my assistant, practically shouts outside the office, which drives away my depressing thoughts.What the hell is that?"Come in" I am so pissed, so angry I could sign your resignation right now. My personal shit directly affects my work, because it has captured every area of my life.Andrea enters with her tablet and some papers in hand. I have no idea what we have for today because it's been hours since I gave a damn about my chores.Two things: meeting or problem, and I am not available for either."What the fuck were you screaming for?" I ask."I am sorry, Mr. Granger. I called you countless times in my formal tone of voice, but I haven't been heard in th
Elena's POVAll the paths we walked didn't teach us how to walk. And I get proof of this when I leave Aaron's office and he just lets me go. Not because it's melodramatic or anything like that, but I leave because I understand that there's nothing more that can be done.I walk aimlessly at first, but when I notice that Andrea is watching me, I give her a weak smile and head for the bathroom. I do not have the emotional conditions to put on a businesswoman's hat and enter a meeting room.I close and lock the door behind me after entering the room too big for a bathroom. But no one would be able to expect anything less from GEH.I lean against the door and sigh. I try to control my breathing compromised by anxiety, but the attempt is in vain.I run my hands through my hair and throw some strands to the side, which makes my look more casual. The colorless gloss on the lips offsets the exaggeration of red in the clothes, creating a confident but still reserved woman.I leave the bathroom
And over the next few minutes, everyone says the same thing. By changing words or adding them, negotiators reach consensus. I receive compliments, which inflates the negotiator's ego in me. Well, that was aside from the fact that Carlos remained silent while everyone approved of my previous words."Mr. Hernández, we do not have all afternoon to wait for your answer" Ros murmurs.Hernández gets up from his seat and rests both hands on the dark marble of the table. He looks at me with piercing eyes in a way that captivates me, but challenges me at the same time. "I more than approve. It's perfect. You, as a negotiator, are perfect. Your way of thinking is more than professional, it's exciting. Here's to a long professional life together"**In the car on the way home, I think about how my afternoon unfolded. The meeting lasted about two hours, which was enough to discuss everything.Aaron remained quiet in a way I never thought possible, but he showed no weakness. He kept himself in his
Initially I want to fight it, but his mouth that tastes like mint gum is a temptation.I surrender for a minute and grab his hair. Our tongues mix our flavors and leave us panting.The chemistry between us is unparalleled. Our bodies fit together, our hands know where to explore, our kiss has the perfect rhythm. For a moment, I forget everything. My thoughts turn to him, to what he's doing to me now."It’s not going to work out like this” I whisper against your soft lips.Aaron guides my body backwards until he finds the bed; He lays me down on it and comes over me. I hug him with arms and legs."It won't work if you do not trust me" I say."Fuck” he yells. Aaron breaks away from my embrace and falls next to me on the bed.He covers his face with his forearm and breathes slowly to try to calm down. I do not know what this gesture means. Is it too hard to believe me? Is it easier to patch this hole with sex? He can tell me the most horrible things and then act like everything is fine?
I want to approach her and tell her how I really feel, but I am afraid. If I get close, the chances of her moving away are huge. "I shouldn't have waited for this fucking exam to believe you. Just do not tell me it's too late to get around this shit" I continue, despite only having his silence and his big watery eyes.For God! I do not want to, I can't lose this woman. Damn, I can't. May it take my life, but not my marriage!"Papers are important in your life, I understand. Well, I will give you one more. Wait for the divorce, Aaron"Her eyes are red, begging to release all the tears she doesn't want to let fall. To say that Elena is lost is an understatement, and it makes me understand that I can't say anything that will change her mind."And about dinner…" she begins, but pauses to take a long breath. I just listen.And I cry."We will. Your family is made up of very kind and welcoming people"I nod my head to indicate that I understand. What can I say? I just fucked up."There's no
As usual, Mia is at the door of Granger Manor when we get out of the car. She is in a classic look, with a long reddish dress and lace gloves."If it would take another minute, I would come and get you" this is the greeting I receive, along with his index finger pointing at my face."You look beautiful" I say."As always" she raises her eyebrows."Hi, Mia" Elena greets smiling. She is by my side, closer than she wants, but she doesn't want to answer questions about our separation."Elena!" They exchange a tight hug, which makes me jealous. This is the kind of closeness she will have with everyone in this house except me. "Aunt Dora said we would only start when you arrived. She makes more of your presence than mine" Mia makes an exaggerated pout."That's not true, they are both my daughters" Dora walks towards us, in the entrance hall of the house.We exchanged greetings, as always, kisses and hugs.As we pass through the hall, I notice that some sort of marriage memorial has been pla
"It's okay" He whispered to reassure his daughter, gently rocking the baby in his arms.The girl had an inexplicable connection with her father. Every time he heard the man's voice, he stopped crying, and had been doing so since he was born. In some cases, she even attempted a smile, which always made Aaron melt.A few minutes after changing his daughter's diaper, Aaron was sitting on the armchair next to her crib. He told a story to get the girl to go back to sleep."The princess was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, and she had never found a prince to marry..." he told her in a low voice while she looked at him with large blue halos. "The princes tried hard to get her attention, but she didn't want them" Aaron paused briefly to observe his daughter's expression, who was welcomed into her father's arms. "There was also a... a toad. Yes, a toad" he tested the term on his lips.While Aaron was presenting a story to his daughter, Elena was in the doorway, leaning against the doorf
"He is sure?" This question, coming from Aaron, actually surprises me."All the certainty in the world" I guarantee.Aaron pulls me onto his lap and his hands rest on my ass as we find ourselves again in an intense kiss.He goes down and runs his nose along the length of my neck, then places a tender kiss on the spot. All the blood in my body ignites and I see my inner goddess more than connected. Aaron trails his kisses down my lap, until he reaches my breasts. I grab his hair and pull him against me. His hot breath hitting my skin wreaks havoc on my self control.I move my hips in slow circles over his considerably large erection. Aaron lets out a muffled moan above me."Elena" my name is a prayer on your lips. Completely dominated by repressed desire, I move my hands down until I find the edge of my pajamas. His hands squeeze my ass tighter as I try to lower the fabric.We remained staring at each other for a few minutes. I rest my forehead against his when I finally pull down his
"Good morning" I respond with a smile.I do not know how to deal with this phase of ours. It feels strange to go back to the way we were, and it also feels wrong to walk away.I get up, even though I want to spend the rest of the day in bed, and walk to the living room.Aaron is sitting on the floor on the shag rug while typing something on his Mac. He appears to be very focused despite the casual setting and sweatpants."Hi" greeting.He stops for a moment and takes me in completely, letting his eyes roam from my feet to my eyes. "Did you sleep well?" It's your first concern."I tried" I shrug. I approach him slowly, not wanting to force our shaken intimacy."Hungry?" He asks. I think the last reasonably acceptable food I ate was yesterday's lunch, still at home."A lot" I answer sincerely. I sit on the sofa, very close to him."I didn't order breakfast before because I thought I would wake up late" he smiles sideways, a little embarrassed. I could say it's almost cute to see him lik
"Elena" Aaron calls. He lifts my chin with his fingertips, analyzing every detail of my face. We both know our situation as a couple, but this moment seems beyond normal. Looking at him after thinking I would be killed is like balm for my scars."I've had all the shit I could handle for one day and now I am in a hospital. When I stop and think about everything that happened, I feel so confused. I just need to rest and maybe forget… everything" I mutter quietly, letting it out.I let the tears flow down my eyes. It's a very heavy load that I've borne alone since I woke up today. I tried to be strong and push through, but with him here, I want to share. I want to forget everything, I feel ready for that.He closes his eyes, as if my pain consumes him."I am sorry" he asks in a whisper. I shake my head positively, several times. "It was my fault, the fault of the enemies I made. You shouldn't be here. I failed to protect you." Aaron says without looking me in the eye.I look for his face
I stagger to my feet, moving away from him. I still think about running, but I wouldn't be faster running than him running. Damon tries to grab my arm once again, but I quickly move away from his touch."Your death won't be quick, I want to savor it" he says. "Don't be useless, Kisha" Damon now addresses the woman who is still on the ground.She looks at him with a bad expression, one of pure hatred and remorse. Kisha gets up and picks up the revolver she dropped on the floor."Build a fire, I need closure for this bitch” he mutters and turns his gaze to me. My stomach turns with the disgust I feel hearing him quote me like that."Stay away from me, you disgusting thing” I whisper.He leans down and grabs the lapels of my coat. My face is close to yours and I can feel your hot alcoholic breath hit my cheek.I turn my face to the side, avoiding his gaze."Look at me, RoseFord" he asks in a firm voice. I do not look at him and, in response, he pulls my coat tighter, bringing my body clo
Perhaps Damon Donovan's death was God's mercy, for if I had laid hands on him, I would have torn him apart, just like Kisha. Any insult seems little to such a son of a bitch.It doesn't take a genius to know that, after Damon's death and Elena's disappearance, Kisha is involved.I open the door and go out, I need air. Breathing is difficult knowing that I do not have my wife with me, that's why I say I prefer her to oxygen, I need her more.I walk back and forth on the sidewalk. When will this hell end? When will I hold my son in my arms and look at my beautiful wife at the same time, without worrying about some maniac after my happiness?I feel the cell phone vibrate again. I answer before I even look at the caller ID."Granger" I say between nervousness and impatience."Aaron" his sweet voice fills my ears.It's her.For a moment, I think it's a hallucination. Am I really hearing your voice? A tired, low and unwelcoming tone, but it's her voice."Elena" I call in a whisper. I hear t
AARON’ POVIn my office."Sir" Welch greets, asking for the floor. With a gesture of my hand, I ask him to continue. I am in my alert mode, any information that gives me the slightest hope is valid. "We still do not have concrete information. All we can do is wait"I walk to the edge of the table and lean over it, spreading my hands across the wood. When Damon Donovan manages to get to Elena all they ask me is to calm down?"Everything that could be done was done, sir. She left her cell phone at EP and we traced her last call, it was to Anastasia" Welch murmurs."And what can be done from this?" I ask. They look at each other for a second and I get my answer in the silence; anything. "Where is the son of a bitch?" I ask, to no one in specific.Wait… wait… to hell with waiting! How the fuck can I sit around and wait for news?"Tracking Damon Donovan's cell phone turned up nothing" Welch mutters. He is sitting in a chair in front of my desk. "But…" he pauses for a second, as if he's get
"You are lying!" I turn to him with all the conviction in the world to defend my friend. I walk a few steps towards him in a moment of shock. This bastard has to be lying. Anastasia would never do that to me… would she? "She’s not like you” I assure you."Ana, please come in" is all he says, sporting a horrifying smile.And then I watch the world fall at my feet as the door is unlocked and opened. Anastasia enters the office as if she were another person, someone completely unknown to me. His posture is low, his gaze is calm, his clothes are not very elaborate and his expression is dead."That look of yours is killing me, darling. No need to feel so bad, I am sure your pathetic marital problems were the height of Anastasia's days.""You son of a bitch! How could you do this to me?" I ask."He didn't do anything that you didn't allow, Elena. But I didn't come here to bring you another family problem, but a solution""Fuck you, Damon. Everything you've done has destabilized me enough. I
The comfortable fabric makes me live in a utopia for a few seconds, until I hear the sound of the doorknob being turned. Flashbacks run through my mind and my first concern is the dot.I position myself sitting, crossing my legs. I turn on the bedside lamp and wait until Aaron enters."Hi” he murmurs. I do not answer, because what I want to say goes far beyond two letters. "It’s okay with you…you two” his tone is low and almost melodic. Aaron walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of the mattress, relatively far away from me."What happened?" Whisper."You fainted and had a bleed, you need to do some tests to get a certain result, but the obstetrician believes that this has to do with everything that has been happening in your life"Your low posture says a lot about your mood. Aaron is extremely tired; sold off."You mean… all the shit I’ve been through” I correct."Elena, please""No, Aaron. Don't ask me please, do not ask me to calm down, do not ask me for time, do not ask me fo