Saturday morning, I've been woken up to the piercing shriek of my alarm clock; its mocking red numbers taunting me from the nightstand flashing the 6:30 usual time I wake up. I groaned, burrowing deeper into my cosy sheets, wishing that I could just stay in bed all day. But knowing I had to get up, that I had things to do and people to see, With a sigh, I reluctantly climbed out of bed, throwing on my favourite purple fluffy robe and padding across the cold hardwood floor to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.As I stepped into the office this morning, the air seemed to hum with a newfound energy that is never there. It's usually the boss shouting at his assistant about something that's gone wrong the day before, and he just needs to be a dick about it to scare the poor lad. Even the fluorescent lights flickered, like they were trying to keep up with his good mood. It was then that I noticed Gary, my usually grumpy and dishevelled-looking boss, was... smiling. Not a half-hearted, forced
Standing on the side walk of the street with my mouth slightly agape and a fresh coffee in my hand, I watched her walk away with not even an ounce of care in the world impressed me more than anything.She was unlike any woman I had ever met before. Her beauty was mesmerising, like a painting that you could stare at for hours, never tiring of its perfection. Her eyes held a depth that seemed to pierce straight through me, as if she were seeing into my very soul. not creepy at all. And the way she moved was dignified and natural. I knew the moment she turned her back to me after leaving the shop that she would be on my mind all day. The woman didn't know who I was, and that's what made it better because every other woman I have come across is wearing a sultry voice or tight clothing and wafts herself all over me, hoping to get my attention, but this woman...she didn't care, and she didn't want to jump me for the benefits it could probably give her. Though she looked very familiar, I jus
Out of all the people I could see at the wedding, anyone across Houston, it could have been the pope or maybe the god; it could have been the guy who bullied her at school for being small or nerdy or for not having friends, but no, it had to be the guy from the coffee shop. Not that she was complaining; it seems like I couldn't stop thinking about him or even remember his name. It wasn't that he was particularly striking or interesting-looking, either. Okay, so that was a total lie, and if anyone could hear my thoughts, they would probably say the same thing if they knew who I was gaping at. But there he was, standing at the front of the church, his head slightly cocked to the side, as if he were listening to a secret being whispered just for him. The way the sunlight streamed through the windows behind him, casting a warm glow over his face and shoulders, made him seem almost sinful. And for some reason, even though I have a job to do and I was doing it, I couldn't help but not take
"Thank you," her soft voice echoed along the empty-ish car park. Hearing her conversation about me giving her my number and then needing cake, I assumed a peace offering for the last 72 hours would be a good start, assuming it would solve it, but then when I heard her groan, goddamn it, I couldn't even step outside without getting hard for the woman. She's a good photographer; I managed to snag a look at some of the photos she's taken since being here at the barn, and she's got a great eye for capturing everyone either smiling or full-on belly laughing, and they are amazing, if I do say so myself.I couldn't help but feel a slight tingle in my stomach, a mixture of nerves and excitement that only seemed to intensify when she looked my way. Even when she took some photos of me with the others, and I believe she even got one where I was looking directly at her, I'll have to have a look later. Her long, raven hair flowed over her shoulders in the hair tie she was using to hold it all up.
I knew when he asked me if I had a lover at home that he would get jealous the moment I told him that yeah, I do. Obviously, he didn't expect me to bring Bailey outside; he was a rescue dog at the pound, and we got him just a little over 3 years ago, and he made our home feel much brighter. He settled in quite well, which made it a lot better for us because if one of us was at home, then that meant we had the dog to keep us company, and he also got spoilt and rotten with us all."You have a dog... Of course, he's a dog," Max says while I'm leaning against Ivy's car. It seems that Greg is working on mine and is dropping it back off tomorrow afternoon before they leave for their holiday."Yes. We have a dog," I say, not expecting Natalie to come outside and start a conversation with him. For Christ's sake, this is all I need."You must be the coffee guy she's been obsessing over. I'm Natalie, and this is Ivy; we were her housemates," she says as she glances at me, looking all smug, as i
I don't know how to take in what she has told me. How she's had to have this hanging over her head for years-the fear and guilt of ever being touched by another male-makes me want to kill him. I wait in the kitchen, which connects to the hallway, when I see her coming out of the bathroom with her bag over her shoulder and her camera in her hand, ready to go. Is that what she wants? Or is it something she thinks I want? I wasn't exactly looking at her when she rushed out of the room. I certainly don't want her to think that this is what I want because I'd rather know her and her past."Where are you going?" I ask her again as she turns around and faces me. Her eyes are puffy, so she's been crying, and her shoulders are slumped down, which means exactly what I thought-she's scared to feel anything towards a man. Vulnerability before is masked with nothing, and it's like she's trying to get rid of me or anything she wants to feel."Let's be honest here, Max. I'm too screwed to be in a re
Being alone and being lonely are two very, very different things I have learned over the years.I feared being alone for the simple reason of abandonment issues. My parents left me, and friends have gradually left. I have never had a romantic relationship out of fear-the fear of being humiliated and left to pick up the pieces. I have always relied on Emily for support, and it's never been about money, as I have worked my own way up and done things I never thought I'd be able to do, like my photography. I love the life I have created for myself, but how can I allow myself to have that stability if I can't seem to trust anyone enough to let them in? But in reality, I have been lonely for years. I watch other people show affection and love towards each other; I have seen families so happy to be with each other; or I have photographed the reunion of some soldiers coming home after being on deployment, and their faces when they see family are one thing I only ever wished I could have, whic
It had been two weeks since I last saw Max. In fact, no, it had been two weeks since I saw Max with another woman on his desk. I had no right to be jealous or angry; had my mind been consumed with thoughts of him? Yes. The fact was, I was a photographer, living in my cosy little house on the outskirts of town. My work was going well, and I had a lot of photography gigs lined up for the next week. But no matter how busy I was, I couldn't shake off the thoughts of Max and that woman. Definitely his type.As I sat in my living room, eating some pizza with the girls and also comforting Natalie about her breakup, I began editing some photos from my latest shoot. I couldn't help but glance at the clock every few minutes as if something was going to strike up at any moment, and at just the mere thought of someone ringing the doorbell, it ran... Creepy doesn't begin to explain that one for me. It was only Amy who had agreed to come by and sit in with us for the night to stop Natalie from drin
5 months Later. Okay so over the last 5 months since I've moved to Spain I have found my footing with my work, I have been open and happy about what I want to do and the photos I love to take. I have my own new website that I post on and it's thriving but somewhere along the lines of what I wanted to do because a project for further down the line. I made a few friends, Kai who is happily gay and enjoys move time with the girls at work than the guys and Ruby who loves to go shopping on the days off. The biggest surprise of everything since starting my fellow ship would have to be the little girl growing in my belly. Yes that's correct, I am over 5 months pregnant with Max's baby and I have no idea how or when to tell him. Everything I have done since moving here has been for me and the work is amazing. I have my own apartment after Ruby moved in with Lucas, her boyfriend but Jillian kept my rent the same as I have been paying even though I have savings now. Granted I'm thankful th
I read the letter that was posted this morning. I read it over and over again wondering what it all meant.I wanted to believe that I was doing the right thing and that everything I had ever worked for wouldn't be left to rot. My mom was always badgering us boys to be gentlemen and to treat women right and I must have spent a long while on the phone to my mom who cursed at me so much that I thought for a moment my dad might come down and beat some sense into me.What I did was wrong and what I want to do is fix everything that I have done wrong starting with Maisie.I try her Cell but it doesn't go through so I try her sisters phone."Mr Kenner" Emily says into the phone. It's 4 pm and she should be at her office space but right now I don't even care."Emily. Please tell me you know where Maisie is?""I'm sorry, I don't. I did get a letter from her though but I haven't opened it" she says into the phone. After everything me and Maisie have been through, all the good and bad and everyt
Dear Maisie,My name is Jillian Sanchez and I am the lead co-ordinator at Flashes and smiles fellow ship in Barcelona,We have read and re read your application, we have continuously checked out your portfolio gathered in Huston Texas and we are extremely delighted to offer you this fellow shit which will become of your beginnings and your future.Flashes and Smiles have the ability to start you out in the world with only a simple answer to our question. Will you accept this fellow ship immediately?If yes please give me a ring on the number provided and we will get you set up with our team and when you shall be moving. All living arrangements included in the contract which is your own apartment facing Barcelonas beach.Kind regardsJillian Sanchez.I read the email and I re read that email because I feel as though my eyes are deceiving me but I know they actually aren't. When I read the email I'm not thinking about what could have happened between me and Max. I'm not thinking about t
My whole body hurt so much, I didn't even know it was possible for my body to hurt this much. I want to say that I will get rescued but each time I reject Professor Shane he gets nasty. I first felt his teeth marks on me not long after we got into his place but the. Again when I refused to take my shirt off so he tore it and tie wrapped my hands together behind my back. I've been punched and slapped in the face, a gash across my lip and what feels like my eyebrow that's been slashed too. I really need to get out of Texas. I've got enough money saved up to move away even if I don't get this job in Spain it would be worth just getting the hell away from everyone here. I hear the door open and I can feel my entire body shake with dread. What will he do next. I can't see anything because of how dark it is but I can hear shoes passing by quickly. "Maisie baby" "Max? Get me out of here. Max get me out" "I am baby, stay still I don't want to catch you with the knife" He clips the t
I read her text message...over and over again. I leave the gala in a hurry to go and make this all better with Maisie, her phone kept ringing when I looked at her message. I felt like the biggest fool going. Why couldn't I have just told her the truth about why I had to take Sarah. Now she's found out and I deserve the cold shoulder but it doesn't mean I'm going to give her the opportunity to avoid me when all I want to do is get on my knees and beg for her to understand and to forgive me. I ring her phone again and it answers after the second ring. "Maisie! Thank god, baby listen-" "It's Ivy." "What are you doing with Maisie's phone?" I ask a little worried that she now doesn't want to see me and I'm going to have to knock all of her walls down again. "I...I just got home and her phone was on the floor. The door wide open and her bedrooms light is on as well" The tension in my chest tightens so hard I fear the absolute worst already! "Where would she have gone? She's
Since me and Max slept together the other day he's barely texted back or spoke.Saturday evening rolled round a lot quicker than I would have liked and I don't usually mind weekends because then I can get out and do my thing. Get photos of nature and the surrounding areas which I could use as a side effect for my portfolio.I have been spending a lot of time In the office these days and if I do go out then I go with someone who I trust most to be with alone.I decide to text Max and make sure he's all sorted for this Gala.Maisie: Hey! Not spoke for a bit, you ready for tonight?I sit by the phone and wait. Waiting for him to reply but I know that he's probably busy.I finish writing up some of the reports I was writing for some of my work that I want to do over seas when there's a ding from my phone signalling a text and a motivation from a tabloid.Max: Hey princess, all good here. Very bored on my own. Wish I could be with you though. How's your evening going?I go to reply when th
It's been 3 weeks since me and Maisie had slept together, yes we have done it a few times before but she has either been working early or finishing late and has been doing a lot of her photography indoors or with someone, which helps me, because if she is working with someone then I know she's safe and granted It isn't exactly something I enjoy either...another male spending time with her but beggars can't be chooses, if I got that correct. She changed her number that day she left my office and has said that she hasn't received anything else but I don't know...she just doesn't seem like her usual self at the moment.'Dumbass...would you if someone was trying to torment you?'Don't you just love that inner voice that always corrects your bullshit and makes you look stupid? No...me either. Work has been flowing nicely this last week, busy but not too busy and sales have been getting better as well."Sir we have a problem" Sasha's voice comes through to my speaker in my office, I hate it
I really am good...The tension is disipating from my body and alls I can feel is him, he watches me carefully, examines my facial feautures, runs his fingers over my skin and it doesn't make my skin crawl the way I expected it to do, I have never felt so alive and so safe at the same time. "Yes. I'm good" - Inch by inch I can feel the him push inside me, I can't help or stop clenching myself from the mild pain. "Just relax baby. I'll go as slow as I can I promise but it will hurt for a little moment and then It will be good okay"After 10 minutes of going slow, we pick up a good rhythm and before I know what's happening my voice is croaked from all the moaning I'm doing, his name falling from my lips a fair amount of times but the rhythm we have is amazing!"Oh shit...Max...shit""That's it sweetheart. Let it all go"I can feel it, I feel the difference in my body, the shuddering feeling that my hips are doing and the motion of him slamming into me with good force, the way his finger
I stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed, even though it has been relatively warm through-out the day, the night breeze was something else as my nipples stiffened with the chill that was winter coming our way and me being a dumbass and leaving the window open to let the steam out. The warm water had washed away all my worries and stress from today and even though it has being lingering in the back of my mind, nibbling at my conscious state to figure out who it could be, I couldn't do anything until I have had some sleep hopefully. Knowing I was going to be with Max tonight had me feeling calm and content. I wrapped a fluffy towel around my body and walked into the bedroom, my hair still damp and clinging to my skin.I rummaged through my suitcase, looking for something comfortable to wear, something that will hie this bloody nip on that I have mainly. I finally settled on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, no bra but a hoodie over the top and black lace panties becau