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2024-10-29 19:42:56The threat from him was such that I was terrified. If they stopped the event, everything I had worked for would be gone and looking at Richard, and he smiled bitterly, he said, “Yes! I hit him! “
The guards exchanged glances and calmly took him, handcuffed him, and took him away. His look when he left was once again one of disappointment, and looking at Robert getting up, I felt a total repudiation for him.
He fixed his clothes and looking at me, and he said, “What a classless brute you chose as my replacement!”
And with those words, he withdrew. The rest of the event ran its course, and all was well until several uninvited people arrived from the host team delegation. They were seated at tables and placed ready to eat, but Robert had left.
Preston looked at me in confusion, but I didn’t know where he had gone until one of the kitchen staff said, “He said his head hurt and that he would go to sleep!”
My wor
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Richard was going to speak again, but this time I went ahead and said, “This is my fault, boss!”He looked at me with a murderous look and said, “I know! In the complaints that arrived, they mention your part ideally! “The Boss opened the folder again and calmly read a paragraph that said the following, “The person in charge of the event, Miss Jessika Harris, pardoned the terrible behavior of her employee in the face of the offense she committed and once his injuries caused the absence of our cook, it was she who allowed the assailant to take charge of the kitchen!”The report that the boss read had all the wrong data, the events did not happen like that, and with anger, I said, “Boss, they are lying! That didn’t happen like that! “The Boss looked at me with a brutal look, his older expressions made him look more intimidating, and calmly he said, “You think I’m stupid! Do you think I&rsqu
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Without being able to do anything I called him, but he did not answer the phone, I wanted to chase him to find him, but at that moment I realized that there was nothing I knew about him. I was so foolish to ignore him for so long that I lost contact with him instantly. He protected me throughout the trip, and his last act was to save my identity.It was hard to say, but that job was what I was back then, and he understood instantly. I, unable to see beyond what was in front of me, let myself be carried away by my need to explain everything, and that feeling that I had inside me now on was lost in my need to give it a name.The explanation he had given me about love was quite simple and straightforward, and for the first time, I had understood it, but I felt that now it was too late, and it would be useless to understand that feeling now if the person for whom I felt had left.The following days were gray for me, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I ke
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Everyone had given me messages for Richard, but the truth was that he didn’t answer the phone was frustrating, I couldn’t find him, and after a week, I keep trying. And it had been a month since I last saw him and casually one night my phone rang.When I saw the screen, it said Richard and that made my heart skip a beat, without wasting time I answered, and calmly his voice was heard on the other side of the receiver.I said, waiting for an answer, and with a few seconds, “Hello!” I listened.“Hello, Jessika! I saw that you had called me several times!” His voice sounded a bit cold, and the truth was I did not know what to think. The last time we saw each other, he said very nice things, but that alone was not enough to know what our situation was.“Hi, Richie! How are you?” I asked.I did not know what else to say. I had many things to ask, but perhaps releasing all the anticipation I felt for him in
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I got to the right place, and it was a cozy restaurant, small but very pretty in its facade. It had the image of a kitchen knife next to a shiny word called Richie’s.It was a beautiful place and entering, and I saw how all the empty tables gave a feeling of space. A bossa-nova sounded in the distance while Richard looked at me from the bar. His chef’s uniform fit him as well as ever, and looking at me calmly, he smiled. He did not say anything. Only with his hand, he indicated the tables urging me to take one.I walked up to where he was and sitting at the bar, and I said, “I will eat here! I want to see the chef work! “He smiled at my request and calmly walked to the other side, and taking the ingredients with a soul, and he began to prepare the food. He cut and prepared the cuts with delicacy, and while he looked at me, he said, “How is the agency?”I looked at him directly and calmly said, “I do not know! Goo
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James, nicely dressed in a pair of light brown Khaki pants and a navy blue t-shirt, stepped into the front porch of where he lived. He checked his watch, nodding while making a guess he would arrive twenty minutes to the scheduled time.He grinned in the knowledge she would arrive late. Experience has taught him that, but he did not mind. He knew she could have opted to pick him up, but James had tried to avoid the favor during most of the occasions.He had made an extra effort to look and smell good today, though, fantasizing about his best friend while getting ready. He had noticed, watched her breasts grow to fully molded perfection, swallowing at how her nipples popped behind the braless light t-shirt when they went swimming.Her thick, delicious chocolate thighs and the now blossoming curves had highlighted her womanity, and she seemed more self-conscious of that than she had been earlier, judging from changes in her dressing code recently and how she was c
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She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
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Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
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‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
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She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
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Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
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Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
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“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
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For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
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In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder
