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Our Hearts Beat For Anne Sweet Punch
Andrew Pam didn’t respond after several knocks. I called out her name, pleading and begging but she didn’t respond to me. I got several stares from a couple of people passing the hallway. They were all looking at me like I was crazy. I didn’t care. I wasn’t leaving till Pam talked to me. After several minutes of knocking and calling out her name, I turned and laid on the door, then slowly I slipped down the door and sat on the floor. I covered my face with my hands, resting my elbow against my elevated knee. I don’t know how long I sat there. I don’t know how many more people gave me more stares. That wasn’t my concern. All I wanted was to see Pamela. After what felt like ages, I felt a tap on my shoulders. I jerked my head up and looked. There, Pam stood, staring at me, with a bag of groceries which she held against her chest. She hadn’t been in the house, and I’d slept off on her door. I sprang up, almost falling back down from the force of my movement. “Pam…?” “What do you w
Last Updated : 2022-03-23Our Hearts Beat For Anne Uncle Patrick
AnneI felt sore all over. It was as if a colossal lorry landed on me.It had started out all romantic and fluffy clouds with Vincent in the bathroom. I knew I wanted it so badly, but when I felt my body stretching beyond its usual and the sharp pain that followed, I’d wanted to push Vincent off of me and run for the hills.I pitied Vincent throughout. He was on his knees and had held my legs over his thighs when he first dipped in. I saw massive veins on his forehead as he held himself from ramming into me hard. He was slow the entire time, gently easing his way in and out of me while I’d bitten into a pillow, hoping for its end.Don't get me wrong; it got better the second time. I felt discomfort, but Vincent’s sweet body and soothing words didn’t let me dwell on my aches.How many times did we go? You may ask. I lost count after three. We’d talked, joked, laughed, gotten some sleep, then woke up and got at it.The soreness came the following day. I had to force myself out of bed to
Last Updated : 2022-03-25Our Hearts Beat For Anne Soulful Music
Andrew I stared at her peaceful face as she slept on my chest. It has become a habit to watch her sleep. A calming feeling washes through my being just by watching her sleep. In fact, everything about Pamela was healing. When I saw her stare in her sleep, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. She moaned against my neck and adjusted her head to settle better. We made love the previous night. I’d never had love sex in my entire life. It was always for the pleasure of it. But last night… last night was an emotional experience. I had to shut my eyes to conceal the tears that had embarrassingly filled my eyes. Even without her glasses, Pamela saw it as she rode on top of me. She had bent over and kissed my eyes. I had gripped tightly to her waist just as that deep action of hers tightened my body painfully even while inside her. I’d rocked her hard from underneath her, earning myself drips from her body and crazy screams. After several rounds on different par
Last Updated : 2022-03-25Our Hearts Beat For Anne Cufflinks
Anne I knew Vincent would get me a dress as usual so I decided to get something for him in return. My dress arrived two days before Saturday, the day of the party. From a glance, I knew it was different from the other two he’d gotten me during the other parties. He didn’t go to his mom’s boutique this time. We all know why. Well, the new dress was stunning all the same. It was a sparkly blue halter gown that hugged my upper body and cascaded from the waist down. It had simple designs yet when I wore it, it screamed elegance. I don’t know how often he bought dresses for Fiona when they dated but Vincent’s taste in dresses is impeccable. The only thing Fiona and I had in common was our slender figure. Fiona is bustier and curvier than I am. I don’t know where I’m going with this but if we were to say he learned his dress sense from his time with Fiona, it wouldn’t prove how he got what suits me perfectly the very first time. I believe he is naturally endowed with that perception or it
Last Updated : 2022-03-26Our Hearts Beat For Anne New Arrival
Anne I met Pamela at the party. She was looking stunning in her fitted, long-sleeved red gown with puffs on both shoulders, and a plunging back-line. The hem that ran down her back had glittery stones at its edges following the long v curve of her dress. She had on pearl stud earrings with a matching pearl necklace and had her hair packed in a bun. Pamela was breathtaking. Beside her, dressed in a black tux, stood Andrew, who was talking with a man with a bit of grey hair. The man had his back turned, so I couldn’t see his face. The party was filled with distinguished men and women from high places, most of which were in their middle ages. They all had sophisticating gowns and tuxes, and moved about like old Barbie princesses and princes, acting all prime and proper. You can’t even imagine them pooing. Vincent tugged at my hand and pointed at the man standing and talking animatedly with Andrew. He was doing a lot of body movements while he spoke, as if his mouth alone couldn’t do j
Last Updated : 2022-03-26Our Hearts Beat For Anne Creepy
Anne It was Joshua. He was standing all tall and powerful, staring right at me. He had on a golden tux and black pants and had his hair gelled back like men from the 80ties, yet he pulled off the look, making it look more modern. Now Vincent had moved to stand close to me because of what I’d told him about Joshua. Andrew and Pamela, on the other hand, had a totally different stance when they looked at Joshua. In fact, they weren’t looking at Joshua. They were looking at the lady perched on his arm. Not in my wildest dream would I have imagined seeing her here, not to talk of being Joshua’s plus one. With the way Joshua revered his half-sister, Fiona, one would think he would have brought her instead, but no, he brought someone else. Someone that left us shocked. Something didn’t feel right. Of course, the aura Joshua exuded had never felt right to me. I doubted it was anything near coincidence. How in the world did Joshua meet Jane?! She clung to him, like paper to tape, staring a
Last Updated : 2022-03-27Our Hearts Beat For Anne Ugly scar
Anne It was an ugly, deep purple scar, slightly peeking out of her sleeves when she folded her hands underneath her bosom. She widened her eyes and immediately dragged down her sleeves to conceal what I’d already seen. “What is that, Jane?!” I asked again, moving close to her. She stepped back from me, darting her eyes fearfully towards where we’d seen Joshua. He was still standing there, but he wasn’t looking our way. “Did he do that to you?!” I whisper-yelled, already boiling with anger. “Don’t be ridiculous, Anny. It’s just a new tattoo I got. It’s still healing. Joshua would never hit me,” she defended. I was speechless. I didn’t know how to act rationally there and then. My mind kept telling me to stomp over to Joshua, grab a bottle from the table beside him, and smash it against his evil head. I couldn’t do that, though. Jane hadn’t admitted he was the culprit. “Can I see it then?” I said, conjuring up the calmest voice I could muster from within. “No. It is still messy.
Last Updated : 2022-03-28Our Hearts Beat For Anne Maniac
Anne I heard her voice first before I saw her. She was begging, pleading to be let go, but the perpetrator wouldn’t listen. He had her pressed against the wall, smashing his whole body against her while he held her neck tightly. “You little b*tch! If you’d followed me when I was a bit calm, this wouldn’t have happened. But no, you decided to meet with your stupid friends and wag your stupid mouth,” he said in a low sinister voice that gave me chills all over. “I didn’t,” she cried bitterly. “She just saw it and started asking question. I didn’t tell her anything, please! You’re choking me! I can’t breathe,” she gagged. My eyes stung with tears as I advanced forward. I had seen this scene before. But it wasn’t of Jane. It was rather, of a little girl being dragged by a beast of a man into a dark alley. Yes! I remember the nightmare I had when I was sick. Was it coming to live? Was he going to draw out a shiny sharp knife and stab her? I didn’t wait to answer my question. I bent ove
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Our Hearts Beat For Anne Epilogue
Anne I felt a hand slip into my PJs and began walking its magic there. A moan escaped my lips as sensual pressure built in my core. I was lying on our king-sized bed with white sheets and a duvet, in our large bedroom. I’m too sleepy or maybe lazy to describe it. Just take this though, the walls are white. The side tables holding up the bedside lamps are also white but with golden designs along the edges, matching that of the bed frame, which has extra huge golden spirals on the tall headrest just above my pillow. By the corner, a long wooden cabinet that holds several drawers is attached to the wall. On top of the cabinet are different figurines and sculptures, then close to it is a magnificent white dressing table that houses my very few beauty products, and an equally magnificent mirror with the same golden design on its edges. There are two walk-in closets on opposite sides of the room. One is for Vincent and the other, mine. A second door closer to my closet lead to the bathroo
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Home
Vincent The heavens grumbled like an old giant before I began feeling splatters of droplets on me. I glanced up at the skies and smiled. It was as if it knew how I felt inside. It was a thunderous feeling. I sped past cars on Andrew’s bike, squinting to see clearly as the rain had begun pouring with reckless abandon. How didn’t I see it? How could one be so close, yet so far away?! I felt what I felt, but I just couldn’t see what I was supposed to see, simply because of amnesia. Now it’s all coming back to me! Like a waterfall crashing against the oceans, my memories came flooding in. “I’m coming, Anne. Just wait, okay? I’m coming,” I breathed, maneuvering through the impending hold-up that the rain caused. ‘Slow down you dumb-a**’ my mind warned. I listened to it and went slower till I was off the traffic and onto the small road leading to Anny’s. My heart pounded against my chest as I neared her apartment. The gate that’d had been there when I rented the place for her was un
Our Hearts Beat For Anne The Voices
Vincent Arya made it sound like I had the best of times with her. She may be right because the feelings I had for her couldn’t have been created by mere moments. We must have gone through thick and thin for me to have realized what I had and cherish it. Arya made me to almost desire to stay back and savage the little I could from all we had left. I couldn’t. Because I was hurt. I lost my memory. I couldn’t remember any of my time with her, or even her face, yet I couldn’t get myself to make love to any other woman. She had all the knowledge. She knew all the bits and pieces of our trials and tribulations, but the moment I step out of the picture, she finds solace in the arms of my brother. Now, she has a baby for him. I couldn’t live with that. Her love for me didn’t nearly match the way I felt for her. I couldn’t fight when she’d already given up a year ago. Why didn’t she come after me? Why didn’t she make plans to make me remember slowly? She only comfortably devised plans
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Silhouette in the Rain
Anne The knock on the door made me jerk and involuntarily drop the scissors outside the bathtub. Andrew couldn’t have been back so early, and definitely won’t be knocking gently. Pamela wouldn’t too. Who could be knocking? My dead heart arose and, like a diver, dipped into the pit of my stomach as the thought of Vincent being the one at the door entered my head. It couldn’t be, could it? He should be in the airport now if he wasn’t on the plane already. I didn’t really care to check the time since Andrew left. Is It possible that Andrew had talked Vincent out of leaving? That’ll be if he saw him on time. I didn’t want to ignite my hope only to watch it explode in my face yet again. I’d wanted to wait a bit to see if the caller would go away, but then the knocking would wake Lucia, who’d begin crying and wake my mother. That thought made me hurriedly step out of the bathtub. My legs were wobbly from all the fear and trepidation of what I’d decided to do. I gingerly put one foot i
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Goodbye World
Anne I carefully carried sleeping Lucia and placed her on the duplicate cot in my mum’s room. I slowly and noiselessly stepped back and out of a room, throwing a glance at my mum, who was snoring lightly on her bed. I then switched off the light and shut the door behind me. Finally, the time has come. I made sure I locked all the doors for the night before heading to my room. Pamela had come earlier and suggested staying with me till Andrew comes or calls. Andrew must have called her to come. Well, I refused all her persistence and almost got angry at her stubbornness. She’d grudgingly accepted to leave. In my room, I took out a pen and scribbled down a few thoughts of mine. I hadn’t time to write a full epistle because I was hurting badly. If I did have the time, I would have written long notes to every one of the people I know who would be hurt by my actions. I’d wanted to live for Lucia, but seeing her face, eyes and long hair reminded me so much of him. One would think that wo
Our Hearts Beat For Anne A Confession
Vincent “We need to talk, Arya,” I said, watching her enter the parlor. She stretched her mouth into a thin line, nodding her head in agreement. “We’re finally having the talk,” she said, removing her jacket and dropping it on the couch alongside her bag. “Alright, I’m ready,” she said, after sitting down on the couch opposite mine. Silence engulfed us for minutes. It was as if we both knew where all this was headed. “Arya, I’m sorry,” I began. “I thought I could do it, but I can’t. It would be a total mess marrying me in this state. You guys were right, I’ve not healed entirely, and I shouldn’t have come back here…” I had my eyes on her the entire time, gauging her reaction. She simply looked back at me without a flinch. “Arya, let’s call off the wedding,” I conferred. She didn’t respond or divulge any emotion that showed how she felt about what I said. After what felt like ages, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, then cleared her throat. “It’s sad. Honestly, I prayed it w
Our Hearts Beat For Anne He's Leaving Again
Andrew My brother has been ignoring me ever since I took him to see Anne a day ago. I don’t know what he was thinking, but for him to be acting this way, his thoughts weren’t in our favor. Anne had gone there to meet with him that same day while I’d gone straight to the studio. I was going to call Anne and ask how it transpired, but we finished so late at night and I was so exhausted that I passed out immediately my head touched my pillow back at our family house. The next day, I called Anne, but she didn’t answer. I called Vincent, but he, too, ignored my calls. So, after my recording session, I’d gone to Vincent’s but when I saw my mum’s car parked in front of the house, I made a U-turn and headed for Anne’s apartment instead. It was a sunny afternoon. I got there and met her coiled up on her bed, crying her eyes out once again. Racheal and Pam were there trying to make her eat her food. “You’ll make Rachael miss her doctor’s appointment, Anne,” Pam had warned. That was the only
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Led by my Heart
Vincent Mum had threatened to take Anne’s baby away from her. She’d told me how she'd contacted her lawyers and had every paperwork done so that once Arya and I leave, the real work starts. “No, mum,” I’d refused. “Son, that our grandchild there. She cannot live in the slums,” she’d argued. “I’ve been there, mum. It’s not a slum, and Andrew is more than capable of caring for that child,” I countered. I was hurting real bad. I felt like I was drowning… it was overwhelming. Having these massive conflicting emotions, then having to stick up for what I believed was right, was slowly killing me. “Son, she has to pay for what she’d done to us! She cannot go scot-free. My husband and I, for over a year, have had no meaningful conversation because of her. He’d gone rigid around me,” she said in tears. “He’d not touched me for over a year because of that witch, Vincent,” she divulged bitterly. “She created a rift between your brother and yourself in the past, now, a much bigger one by hav
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Bias
Vincent ‘Anne.’ I guess that’s her real name. It actually rang a bell. I remember pronouncing that name, and it must have meant so much to me because whenever I called it out, which I was doing often since that time with Arya in the kitchen, I felt a cacophony of emotions attack me. There was peace, followed by fear, then agitation, trepidation, fury, and what have you? It was strange. Her name held so much power, yet I couldn’t still remember. It was frustrating! “Have you booked the tickets, Vin?” mum asked from where she sat on the couch. She’d come around right after Arya left the house. Arya has been giving me the silent treatment ever since I mistakenly called her the name that tormented my subconscious, the day before. “Yes, mum,” I replied grudgingly from the dining table where I was getting some reading done. “Have you heard from dad?” I asked. “No, hun, but don’t you worry, he would be available for the wedding. I just received his clothes from his tailor. We’ll be tr
