After the sun had set, Harry agreed to join me for a "bubble bath." I tried not to sleep too much, but we both passed out on the bed at four in the morning. Now all that's left is for us to get home, so he can go to the airport. Now that I'm in silence, my head can't stop thinking about what Harry told me about his mother. I can handle all the hate he has towards me, but I won't allow him to mess with my aunt. No, he can't touch her, and I definitely won't let him. On the one hand, I feel relieved that Harry knows his mother's intentions and what she's capable of to achieve her goal. However, he has other things on his mind. "You're not asleep, I can tell by the way you keep blinking." I curse under my breath; he's caught me. Without opening my eyes, I tell him he's too observant. Harry tells me that we're a couple of minutes away from home, and he'll just say goodbye to my aunt before leaving since someone's waiting for him to take him to the airport. My eyes widen, making sure w
Have a good trip Unintentionally, a small sigh escapes me, because I can't help but look at the sky. How beautiful the stars are, I envy their brightness because it's so wonderful to have that and to have your life be like the shine of that star. I take a deep breath, then let out a sigh and continue to gaze at the sky illuminated by stars and the beautiful moon. It's three in the morning and I haven't been able to sleep because I've been mesmerized by the sky... Lie! I can't sleep because my conscience is killing me, I can't stop thinking about Harry. What is he doing? It hurts to think that he has forgotten about me. It's been fifteen days, and he hasn't even bothered to send me a text or call, I'm too worried. According to Harper, he's very busy and travels a lot, and I shouldn't think the worst because everything is fine. However, I don't understand why he can't call me, what does it cost him to tell me that he misses me? Aaahhh... Tears escape without my permission. Since he le
How are my days inside a room? My days are the same; when the sun comes up, I wait for my aunt to give me a cup of coffee with a slice of bread, then I lock myself in the shower and stay there for a long time until my skin becomes as soft as a grandma's skin. I come out of the shower and spend hours lying in bed, watching the blue sky remain blue, although there are days when it gets completely cloudy. There are days when I skip lunch because I fall completely asleep, and to avoid disturbing me, they prefer to leave me alone. My eyes automatically open when the sun begins to set, and that's when I start complaining because I force myself to get up to leave the room to find something to eat. I don't do it because I'm hungry; I don't remember what it's like to be hungry anymore. I get up, so they don't have to argue with me, so I hurry to put on my pajamas. After giving them an hour to eat and talk again, I get lost on the bed, but this time I grab my headphones and lie down, looking a
A moment of panic takes over my entire body, controlling me and causing me to lose my stability. Oh God, I run to the bathroom in my room, my hand covering my mouth as I fight to keep the vomit from coming up too soon. I make it just in time to avoid spilling the disgusting mess all over the floor, collapsing on my knees in front of the toilet. My stomach hurts, and my throat is even worse. "Oh my goodness, sweetie, what's wrong?" as I bile into the toilet, a gentle hand reaches out to rub my back. "It'll all pass, my heart." No, I don't think it will! After a few minutes, my aunt helps me up to walk to bed. I lie down and close my eyes, willing the dizziness and nausea to go away. I'm too sick, and I don't know what caused it. Could it be from drinking too much coffee? Why is this happening to me? It might be because of the nerves. "I'm fine, it's just bad digestion," I whisper. "It might also be because we're leaving. Please, can you call our distant cousin who has a big truck?
+ "I have brought this tea and I also have the proof that I bought for you that time," she hands me a bag and I can deduce that it's a pregnancy test because one is not enough. "My dear, contraceptive methods are not as perfect as one expects. I'm not doubting them, but you may be the candidate for whom they don't work..." "Shhh... Enough! I don't want you to keep jinxing me. I'll do what you're asking, but only because you're insisting." I take the bag and get up from the bed and head to the bathroom. I tell my aunt that I appreciate her help and concern, but all of this is too exaggerated because I am aware that I am not pregnant. With wide eyes, I take out a pregnancy test kit from the bag. I read the instructions and I can deduce that it's 99% accurate. It says that I have to pee on the strip. With shaky legs, I walk towards the toilet and sit down. With trembling hands, I have the test. When I finally manage to wet the absorbent, along with my hand, I quickly place the test
Fifteen minutes of walking, and we're both already sitting, waiting for the doctor to see us. We had to take a taxi because we didn't want to wait for Harper or tell her. The good thing about this clinic is that it's small, comfortable, and not too crowded with patients, and even though they attend by scheduled appointments, they always make a little space for whoever wants attention. Suddenly, my legs started to move, I'm very nervous, and it was not because of what might come up in the tests. My aunt keeps telling me she'll be happy if the tests come back positive. I roll my eyes because that won't happen, and I'll prove it to her. This gynecologist is good, and the injections are effective... I'm not nervous at all. "Stop looking at me like that, I'm just stressed, and you'll see that the one who's wrong is someone else," I grumble in a whisper, but it came out wrong because the receptionist stared at us for a few seconds. "Shhh... Let's wait and see what the doctor says, you'll
I answer the questions before succumbing to nausea that is present. The doctor suggests that I get up and lie down on a stretcher for an ultrasound, as it is better not to wait any longer. After that, she says that she will leave me for a few hours because I need more than one IV to get better and that I will always have to undergo exams. "No... But that means I'm pregnant, I don't accept an ultrasound." On the right side of her desk, there is a stretcher. She tells me to lie down on it because she will have to do an ultrasound, just to see. My aunt doesn't wait for the doctor to tell her when she is already helping me. This is not going as expected, we both came to get rid of the immense doubt we have. I thank God that the stretcher is not too high, I think it's one that adjusts to the height of the patient and that the doctor decides. I lie down on the stretcher, pull down my pajama pants, and lift my shirt up to my chest, all to give the doctor access to my abdomen. I close my
I feel like my world has ended. With a baby inside of me, I won't be able to look for a job. Who will hire a pregnant woman? Ah... What am I going to do? I'm so scared, I don't know how to take care of a baby, I don't know what I'll do with my life. This is all a nightmare, I can't believe that a baby just appeared inside of me overnight. Part of me wants to disappear, I feel like I have nothing left, like my world has crumbled. I'm so afraid of not being able to handle it, of letting it destroy me. What will happen if I'm not a good mother? My aunt won't be with me all the time, she might get tired of all my bad decisions, and now with a baby, it's even worse. "Thank you, aunt, but a baby... I didn't plan on having a baby, now I don't know who to blame, the doctor, the medicine, or Harry for leaving me." My head is spinning, but it's all because I just received the big news that I'm going to be a mother, the problem is that I'm not ready to be a mother. What a life mine is! Now I
+ "Don't even think I'll let you be with that bastard," I advanced until I was just a few centimeters from her, pushing her against the door as she tried to leave. I held her face in my hands and pinned her body with my weight. I brought my nose to her soft hair, inhaling deeply, as rage and desire combined into an intoxicating and explosive cocktail. Without thinking, I captured her lips with mine and our teeth clashed, but I managed to deepen the kiss. Mentally, I screamed in triumph as I felt her arms entwine in my hair. She growled against my mouth, allowing me to delve deeper. She let go and entwined her tongue with mine. I loved it. Her voracity was unexpected. Desire set my body on fire like wildfire. It was strange, I felt that I desired her and she desired me. With a burst of dominance, I grunted and held her by the throat with one hand while we kissed. With the hand that was free, I traveled down her body, discovering her curves; her breasts, her waist, her ass. Feeling
+ +HARRY+ Opening my eyes, a huge smile takes over my face as I feel the satisfaction of seeing her sleeping like the angel she is. Being close to her body gives me the opportunity to get closer to her, taking the form of a spoon. We have stayed on the couch. A deep sigh comes out of me, it's been a long time since I felt something like this, she has given herself to me without restrictions. Our bodies surrendered to each other and, thirsty for desire, we satisfied ourselves with pleasure. Control was everything for both of us, it had been that way for a long time. An ironic smile appeared on my lips when I supposed that our relationship was only going to be a temporary intimacy or would lead to the resignation of our marriage, but everything did not turn out as we had planned, no, now she belongs to me, she is my wife, and she will not stop being so. I am torn between fury and my other passive self, I do not want to continue seeing how she plays with our marriage... I have to b
I want to escape, Harper has left us alone once again, promising that no one will interrupt us this time. "This is my fucking life, Harry. Stop interfering," my voice breaks, and I feel myself becoming emotional. "That's why I'm asking you to let me go. We can finish this conversation another time." I fall silent as I see him approaching me, stopping for a fraction of a second so that our bodies and breath are close to each other. "Have you stopped loving me?" he asks softly, and I close my mouth and shake my head. "Well, I knew it," he says as he inhales deeply near my neck. Nervously, I moisten my lips, and a moan escapes me involuntarily. "You'll never get from him what I could give you." He cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look up at him, and we share a moment of eye contact. "Stop being presumptuous," I murmur, and he lowers his hands to my waist, lifting me up to kiss me. He presses his warm lips against mine, and I hold onto him tightly when I feel his tongue enter
But no, I can't continue, I have to finally realize that Emmanuel is my life now. Shit, all of this is causing me to falter, to crumble, and not think things through. "Come here," his voice is low, and his mysterious gaze drives me crazy. I don't waste any time and slowly approach him. "On your knees," I steady my breathing. No, I have to stand firm, I can't fall because that would be a betrayal. "No, this would be..." "I would never treat you like a whore, and I don't even think that way." I have to resist, but a part of me wants to comply. My other self would kneel before him, and run my hands down the front of his hips without breaking our gaze. Watching as this man masturbates in front of me. No...! I can't be thinking about it, I can't do it. My other self betrays me, imagining what I could do if I fall before him. I see myself opening my mouth, and parting my lips, while at the same time bringing my hands to the back of his legs to grip his thighs. Ah, I melt at the
+ALEXANDRA+ I'm feeling kind of regretful because things aren't going as planned. Harry isn't taking things well, the conversation has gone off in another direction, and I don't feel comfortable talking about my personal life, especially after hearing how he blatantly denies his relationship with the woman his mother has always wanted him to be with. Dylan showed me some pictures, and now I feel like I've been living a lie! I'm so stupid for coming to him without considering the consequences. What's wrong with me? I didn't waste any time telling him that he's the father of two wonderful little ones. It's not a lie, but obviously, he's not going to take it well, thinking that I took away months of his time with his children. These past few years have been full of ups and downs for me. The changes were tremendously radical, simply because I had two babies forming inside me. It wasn't just one, as the damn ultrasound showed. In the end, it was two. A lot of things went through my min
No, this seems like a blessed movie or a dramatic novel! "This is a fucking joke, this cheap speech, nobody believes it, you're hearing yourself right," I burst out laughing after hearing a lot of shit from her. "You're talking about how I'm the guilty one and that it's better for you to be away with someone else than with me." "Your reaction is normal, but that's how things are. It was difficult for me to understand, but the truth is that everything was true. We let ourselves be carried away by what we felt, all without considering the consequences of our actions," she looks away after taking a deep breath. "I'll step aside, it's not like I'm taking something away from you that you never had," she crosses her legs after leaning back on the couch. "I'm sorry, I'm introducing myself now because I had to fulfill what I promised, two years without hearing from you." I can see that smile that is hard to appreciate with her lost gaze. I am petrified as I process everything she is saying
+ +HARRY+ Time has passed slowly for some, but quickly for others... I have been waiting for the woman who pierced my heart to the core to appear, but I have stopped searching for her again and asking about her because things have taken another direction. I have clung to work like never before, I can't handle myself, she has left me. These past two years have been eternal for me, thinking about her, what has become of her? What is she doing? Who is she with? Has she married? Many questions go through my mind day and night, overwhelming and torturing me at the same time. It's unfair what she has done, she has taken away my right to be with my son, it's not just abandonment, no, it's all about her cruelty, taking away my right to know and be with my son. I have tried to forget her and make this pain go away as quickly as possible. It's clear to me that women don't fulfill me, none of them can compare to Alexandra, and I'm definitely tired of that, it's better to stop before I go cra
+ Waking up abruptly, I rub my eyes and glance around. Memories flood back, and I start to comprehend where I am, standing still and processing everything. Oh God, I'm wearing gray silk shorts and a matching silk tank top. He took my clothes off! He saw me naked! Damn, pervert! I'll kill him if he violated me. My phone! What time is it? I swing off the bed and see a pair of low sandals underneath it, I put them on without hesitation. Where is my clothes? I search with my GPS eyes. I look for my wallet. Shit! I left it in the car. I start to panic and try to think of how I'll get out of this house. How will I leave if I don't know where I am? You'll pay for this, you possessive man, I don't give a shit that you're a sexy man and my friend at the same time. Without thinking any further, I decide to leave the room and get lost in this unknown place, although I won't deny that it's magical and cozy. I stealthily walk out like a cautious thief, to my surprise, the entire place is desert
Dylan took my hand and pulled me out of the office. I tried to break free from him, but the more I struggled, the tighter he squeezed my hand. I could tell he was furious, and his anger was palpable. Control! I had to control myself because if I didn't, I would lose my head along with him. I couldn't stand a man controlling me, let alone one who was so possessive. We quickly left the house. "You're too manipulative," I said. I'm sure his sister will wonder where I went. What will I tell her? It's all so unfair, I try to stay away from sin and temptation, but they keep pulling me back in. I complain of pain, but it doesn't stop him. I want to scream, but it would be stupid to do so. "It's time to go," he exclaimed authoritatively. "Wait..." Oh my God! It's his sister... I try to let go of Dylan's hand, but the idiot won't let me. I feel like I'm going to faint, I'm begging the universe to swallow me up or take me away. "Do you need anything, sister?" he spoke dryly. "Where are y