Brenda's pov I thought confiding in Danielle would be the best solution for my troubles until I got home and entered my house. At first, everything seemed fine, but it all started when I undressed and went to the bathroom for a bath. Out of nowhere, a particular thought began to haunt me as I stood in front of the mirror. "How long will someone hold your breasts?" I chuckled at the thought, shrugged, and replied, "At the right time and with someone I love." "Isn't Harrison qualified for that? He's very attractive. He praised your lips," this made me turn my attention to my lips and press them together. "Imagine how he would passionately kiss your lips. Have you even thought about it?" "I just met him today. I didn't know him before." "You crave his touch and affection. You lack nothing except the warm hands of a man." "Don't worry, Danielle will take me out this weekend." "It's only Monday, can you survive until Saturday? Why can't you handle your emotional life on you
Charlotte's pov I didn't know where the confidence came from, but I believed that I could get Tyler to come to the party. Or maybe it was because I started to sense that Tyler had some kind of liking for me? I still remember what happened when Ava and I came back from the bar and I went into my room, angry because of what Ava accused me of. He gently knocked on my door until I asked him to come inside. When he saw tears in my eyes, he couldn't bear it and started patting me continuously with both hands. I could see the emotions in his eyes and his actions. Then, out of nowhere, he told me some naughty jokes. One of the jokes was about how a woman who's been sad for a long time can't sexually satisfy her partner in bed because most of her feelings have left her through her tears. Instantly, I burst into laughter. I had never heard something like that before. It was so funny and arousing. "How did you know that?" I lifted myself from the bed and sat on the edge, with my legs on
Charlotte's pov Did I really know what I was doing yesterday? Was it influenced by alcohol or just my emotions? The party was wonderful, and the neighbors seemed concerned. I had a brief chance to dance with Tyler, my crush. I can't wait for the opening of his new house. He said I would spend the night in his bedroom. That's when our emotions would come out fully. I've been suppressing my sexual desires for a long time, and I don't think sleeping with a younger man would satisfy them. I need an older man to fill the void left by the man I fell in love with at the hotel. Deep down, I know I will be very satisfied when that man at the hotel holds me to himself. But where is the man to help me out? The crazy blind date app that made me fall in love has disappeared, and I want Tyler to take his place. His voice is similar or something close to him. I hope this wasn't out of infatuation. I was lying in my bed, still thinking about the time I spent in Tyler's room yesterday and how he
Author's pov There was a knock on the door of Charlotte's mother's house. It was in the morning, close to 9:00 am. Charlotte's mum's name was Patricia. She was in her early forties, and her daughter had inherited her beautiful figure, and her curves were still very visible. Patricia was in the bathroom when she first heard the knock on the door. She wasn't expecting any visitors that morning. When she heard the knock, she thought maybe Charlotte had planned a surprise visit, but it seemed too early for Charlotte to leave Ava's city and arrive so soon. "Maybe it's one of my neighbors," she thought, slightly shrugging her shoulders. She was almost finished bathing and called out, "I'm coming. Give me a few minutes." She raised her voice. The person at the door probably heard her voice because they didn't knock again. Patricia came out of the bathroom and, not knowing who was at the door, quickly cleaned herself up. Without applying lotion, she put on a yellow gown and hurrie
Charlotte's pov When Harry's message appeared on my phone, I felt a mix of pain and anger and this wasn't the way I expected it to be. It transported me back to a time when I eagerly awaited his messages and made my last encounter with him vivid in my mind. I thought I could handle it easily, but that wasn't how I truly felt. It was an overwhelming sense of discomfort. I couldn't eat, my expression changed, and deep down, I wanted to read what he had sent. Did my unconscious mind need a relief from him to move on? I was totally amazed how my body reacted. I needed to leave the dining table, but I didn't want either Ava or Tyler to follow me. So I forced a smile and looked at Tyler, saying, "I'm okay." Even though I had lost my appetite, I managed to put a couple of spoons of food into my mouth. As soon as Ava and Tyler returned their attention to their meals, I stood up and said, "I need to use the restroom. I'm finished eating." "But there's still a lot of food on your plat
Author's pov Danielle was in her car, going to Luke's house. The closer she got, the more she pondered over how Luke had gradually changed. "Ever since Luke got hired, he's been different. He used to enjoy staying at my place, but once he got the job, everything changed. Did I do something wrong? Though his expressions seem fine," she thought. When she parked her car in front of Luke's place, she turned off the engine but didn't immediately step out. She was deeply worried. "Should I talk to him about it, or am I just being too sensitive?" she wondered, still inside the car. Luke opened the door and my anger vanished as soon as I saw him dressed in a white tank top and boxer shorts. He was the most attractive man she had ever seen. "My darling," he said, spreading his arms as they walked towards each other and embraced. "I thought you were coming tomorrow. Why did you change your mind?" Luke asked, still holding her right hand and was smiling at her. "I want to spend t
Luke's pov I'm relieved that I didn't guess what was going on in Danielle's mind and reveal it to her. All I needed to do that she found pleasing was to accompany her to her car and give her a goodbye kiss before she left. Once Danielle was finally gone, the tension in my mind eased, and I returned to my room, sitting on the bed. How am I going to handle this? Staying here and constantly looking at Brenda's pictures will only make things worse. I need to go and meet her at the office and tell her how her beauty and unique figure had turned me into. I stood up and walked to the window, contemplating whether I should go to Brenda's office. And when I get there, what would I say to her? I turned, as if facing my own thoughts and imagining them looking back at me. I gestured with my hands, as if giving a presentation. "I will make sure I look my best as I step out of this house. And when I reach her office, I'll say, 'Dear Brenda, the first time I saw you, I couldn't resist getting
Charlotte's pov Whenever Ava wears that kind of smile, I know she's going to say something related to me being in a relationship. So when she said she wanted to talk, I already knew it was about Eric and that he must have asked her to convince me that he was interested in me. I decided to wait to see the outcome. "Charlotte, can we talk?" Ava asked. "We can talk, but if it's about your uncle having his eyes on me, I'm not interested." "Guess what? Eric came for a different reason." "What reason?" I asked, suddenly becoming interested in what he came for. "It was my dad who called him..." "He called him here for what?" I interrupted. "It's about celebrating his new house. He's with my dad in the living room, discussing the arrangements of the celebration,” Ava said. "How does that concern me?" I asked, and when I said those words, she couldn't say anything. She looked at me as if she had something on her mind. "Can you go on a date with someone? Just one date," she
Author’s pov Taylor was very anxious and he was very uncomfortable as things were going. This wasn't what he and Gabriel and the nurse they had already paid had planned. The high ranking doctor wasn't around and no one could administer any drug to Larisa without his approval. When the time was 4pm, Taylor took Gabriel for the third time and they went out. “What's happening? I'm running out of patience. This is not what we planned. Larisa and the baby are doing fine. What are you waiting for?” “I don't think we can do anything now. I guess it will be tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? I overheard the doctor saying that she is strong and she can go home tomorrow. Is this what we planned?” Taylor asked. “Why can't we give her the drug in your house? It will be very easy that time. The nurse we are using will be the one to administer it.” “I am getting the feeling that something is going wrong somewhere.” Taylor said. “Don't have that thinking.” “Why will I not have that thinking? This
Author's pov It’s now nine months later and Larisa had started sensing the sign of giving birth and it started very early in the morning. Then Dylan got up from the bed. “We need to go back to your city.” “Then call your brother that we are coming.”Dylan immediately called Taylor and informed him of their coming. Before now, Taylor had begged Dylan to bring Larisa so that he could sign the birth certificate after she delivers. About two hours after Taylor had finished talking to Dylan, he quickly called Gabriel's phone number."HelloGabriel, the time has come. Larisa is finally coming, but there is a littleproblem." "What's the problem?" Gabriel askedas he sensed Taylor's panic. "I guess Larisa is in labor." "How do you know?" Gabriel asked. "Dylan called me and told me to collect to the airport with an ambulance. It's obvious. What if she gives birth at the plane or airport? Larisa has killed me. The thought out plan is about to be ruined." Taylor and his friend,
Larisa's pov Why wouldn't I continue to love Dylan? Initially, I had my doubts about whether he would accept what I had to tell him. Deep down, it was a test, and he didn't know that I was about to judge him based on his response. From what I gathered from Dylan's parents, he didn't like visiting his hometown. And after he shared with me what Taylor had done to him, I understood why he rarely went there. But because of the love he had for me, he had decided to accompany me to Taylor's house when it’s due for me to give birth. I still remember when Dylan took his phone and called Taylor, saying, "Hi Taylor, I have seen Larisa..." "That's wonderful," Taylor sounded genuinely excited, and Dylan put his phone on speaker mode so that I could hear their conversation clearly. "But she mentioned something that makes it difficult for her to come." "What's that?" Taylor asked eagerly. "She said she can't come alone to your house. Why is she so afraid? Have you ever hit her whe
Larisa’s pov It's been eight hours since Dylan told me about his relationship with Tessy. Now I understand why Dylan hesitated to pursue me, even though he had feelings for me. He was afraid it would seem like payback if he chose me. I can see his concerns clearly. It doesn't mean he doesn't love me, but it would appear calculated and vengeful. If I were the judge in his case with Taylor, I would say Taylor deserves the payback. Why would he act so wickedly? Jealousy! But it's not anyone's fault if he couldn't treat a woman well. Right now, I can't stay with Taylor anymore. It's like those girls he dated who ended the relationship and ran away. It also justifies my decision to escape from his manipulative hostility. As I continued to reflect on every word Dylan said and compared it to his and Taylor's past, I noticed a clear contrast. I couldn't sit on my bed any longer, analyzing my thoughts. My feet urged me to move around the house. Dylan had left for an important appointment,
Dyan’s pov The next day, by coincidence, I called Tessy in the morning and asked her to come to my place at 5 pm. This happened without Taylor's knowledge. However, it sparked Tessy's desire to meet Taylor at the bar at 4 pm, and she kept it a secret from me.At 3:30 pm, Taylor got ready, took a shower, and dressed nicely. As he was about to leave the house, I jokingly said, "Looks like you found someone new." He smiled at me and left in his car. Our dad was wealthy and made sure we had everything we needed.Because Tessy was eager, she arrived at Keans bar before Taylor, who was driving. Taylor called Tessy from his car, asking, "Where are you?" "I'm already inside the bar," she replied. "Please come out," he said when he spotted someone he knew, and that person also knew Tessy as my girlfriend.Tessy came out, wearing a brown dress with black dots on the front. When she saw Taylor's car, she walked closer to it. "Get inside. Come inside," he said quickly, opening the car doo
Dylan’s pov "Quit being envious of what your brother has..." These were the words spoken by my mother when Taylor and I were still very young. She was talking to Taylor, and as a mother, she had noticed our contrasting personalities. She observed that whatever belonged to me always caught Taylor's attention. Taylor was never content with his own possessions and often neglected to take care of them. When we were kids, Taylor had a strong, muscular physique, which gave him an advantage over me when it came to forcefully claiming ownership. In the absence of our parents, he would become domineering, and I would quickly give up what was mine to avoid any physical confrontation. At first, I thought this was normal, but as we entered our teenage years, I realized it was escalating. It felt like I was living in bondage, where the only way to escape was by willingly giving away what was rightfully mine. When our parents were around, he would behave appropriately, and everything I had woul
Author's pov "It's not about whether I read the text, but it's the content of the text and the urgency to talk to you. She called you ten times. I saw her myself. I was the one who opened the door for her when she came to your parents' house when your mom invited me. Your mum even wanted us to get to know each other. She introduced her as your girlfriend and introduced me as Taylor's girlfriend." Larisa paused and looked at Dylan. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. "You've been the one talking," he responded. "Okay, let me ask you the question again. Who is Tessy?"Dylan let out a big sigh and tried to stomp his foot on the floor. "My love, this isn't the right time to tell you about her. It's too early. It's only the second day of your stay here..." "Are you hiding something from me? Don't you know that as women, we don't like secrets in a relationship? We want to know everything about our partner. It gives us a sense of security. Let's be honest with each oth
Author’s pov Dylan was still taken aback by Taylor's sudden appearance and didn't have a moment to go inside and inform Larisa. He tried to gather himself and opened the door, allowing Taylor to enter, assuming Larisa hadn't heard them. "How did you manage to get to New York so early?" Dylan kept his gaze fixed on Taylor as he took a seat on the chair to the right. "Excuse me, let me change my clothes," Dylan quickly said, leaving the living room and heading inside, where he spotted Larisa standing near the door, eavesdropping. "How did he find out I was in New York?" Larisa whispered, her voice hushed. "I don't know, he must have taken the night flight. Stay calm, stay here. Let me go and talk to him. I came here to inform you," Dylan replied, forgetting to change out of his nightwear. His primary intention was to let Larisa know that his brother was around, unaware that she had overheard their conversation.When Dylan returned to the living room, still clad in his nightgow
Larisa’s pov There's no greater feeling than knowing that the mission you're about to take will lead you to see the most enchanting person in your life. That's exactly how I felt when I left Taylor's parents' house, pretending I was going to a nearby grocery store to pick up a few things. The escape was smooth, and neither Tyler nor Charlotte suspected a thing. They trusted me and didn't feel the need to accompany me. What should have been just an hour or two journey took me far away. Dyan had already booked a flight for me. All I had to do was leave the house and make my way to the airport. It was as simple as that. Out of love and affection, I left my clothes and bag behind, not wanting to leave any traces of my departure. What can compare to the bliss of love and laughter? Nothing! Not even the expensive clothes Taylor bought for me. Material possessions can be replaced anytime, but my love for Dyan is irreplaceable. There's nothing sweeter than being forgiven by someone you de