“Get out,” Aaron said after listening to it. His body was trembling from anger. He felt so hurt and betrayed that he just wanted to hit someone.
Erick was startled. He did not expect for Aaron to act like this after his revelation.
“Aaron. I know…’’ Erick started.
“I said get the hell out! Else I will hit you!” Aaron continued shouting that he should get out and never show up at his house anymore.
He cursed Julia and vowed never to see her again. He thought of how he had thought things would be okay before and how he could Julia was his lucky charm.
He felt as though Julia was with him to appease him and not because she had any feelings for him, and that hurt him more than he dared to admit. He saw himself as a tool to be used by Julia as she pleased.
He thought of how everything was now going towards the south, and he couldn’t do anything. How his family had to relocate and how his mom
“Don’t worry yourself sick about it. Aaron has taken it so personally, and he won’t answer either my calls or texts. I will give him more time to get over it before I reach out to him,” Julia said. “So, what are you hiding?”Lucy was silent for a while then she stopped the car and Julia knew it had to be something very bad.“It’s about dad….” Lucy finally said. Julia felt suddenly nauseous, and her heart raced so fast.What had happened to her dad?Sally had driven Nelly to a very far place. The area was deserted, and Nelly was afraid that Sally would hurt her.What did I get myself into? Nelly thought to herself. She looked at Sally, who had turned her back on her, and asked her why she had driven them to such a deserted place.“You have so much trust in strangers, and today, you will pay for it,” Sally said. She had an evil smile on her face, and that made ne
Before she stood, Sally and aman Julia had never seen in her entire. Well, she had only seen him in photos. The man was 6’4 tall, and he had beards that almost covered his face and dark hair. He was well built, and his eyes were sky blue like Julia’s.“Aren’t you going to greet us and welcome us in?” Sally asked to bring Julia back to the present.“My bad,” Julia said, giving a nervous laugh.This couldn’t be right, could it? Before, she was the man she had longed to see all her life, and now that he stood before her, she didn’t feel excited. In fact, she felt anger boil inside her, and she felt her tear glands wet.“Julia, who is it?” Lucy asked from the corridor before seeing that it was her mom.“Mmh,” was the only response that came from Julia.The atmosphere in the room was suddenly tensed, yet it was a reunion, and the family was to be happy.But how c
“Okay,” Julia said, and Armand had given the same challenge to Aaron, who happily accepted the challenge.This is my chance to prove to Julia that I am the world’s best player, he had thought to himself.His mom had tried looking for work at her old office, and sadly, she had been replaced.“I’m sorry, Mrs. Tide. We have a replacement. We loved your services, and you made us believe you wouldn’t be coming back,” the head of the office had said.“It was devastating, but what did I expect? That they would let a vacancy be because they were waiting for me?” Mary had asked when she broke the news to her family.Antonella gave her of trying private practice.“You have already established yourself so well in the field. Getting clients would be hard since you already have contacts of those you served who can connect you with others,” Antonella said. “Give it a shot, mu
She let herself free from Armand’s embrace and looked at Aaron. He was still, and Julia couldn’t read the expression on his face. She had been sure of one thing, but she was wrong on that.“Hey,” Aaron told her when he came over to her, “Nice play, congratulations.”She couldn’t answer for a while. She remembered how Aaron had shut her out when he found out about her secret. She wondered why Erick wasn’t in the team of Aaron’s supporters and wondered if Antonella had told the truth to Aaron.“Thank you,” Julia said, forcing her smile.She wanted answers, and she could only get them from Aaron, so she suggested if they could become private for a while.“Why not? Anything the matter?” Aaron asked.“Come with me,” Julia said as she left Armand’s house.Aaron walked past her, and when he got to the car, he asked her to get in. on the way home,
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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
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
‘’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
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
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
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
“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
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
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