Ariel..It’s been a week since I broke up with Damon. I had never been so lonely. I still hadn’t heard from Aria. I lay on my bed, my eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.I got up and sat before the mirror and took a deep breath. My long hair reminds me of Damon’s compliment—that he loved my long hair. I broke into tears—how could I have not seen the signs? He loved me the way my mother did.I opened the drawer and took out scissors, about to cut my hair, when a knock on the door drew my attention.Opening the door, Aria stood her hair as long as mine—she looked beautiful. My heart leaped as gladness played its chords. I jumped into her arms as tears escaped my eyes. “You said you would visit me all the time.”Aria patted my back. “I’m sorry for breaking my promise,” she apologized. “I brought peace offerings.” She raised the bag of food.I smiled and gestured for her to come in. “Damon, got you a new apartment? How rich is that boy?” She questioned, scanning the apartment.I flin
The toy..My eyes opened—my memories were back. My heartbeat was as faint as the medical equipment in the room. The sunlight was piercing my eyes, causing me discomfort.I sat up—every joint and muscle, they all felt heavy. That void I’ve always begged to fill up was finally filled up with agonizing pain. The missing piece, I had finally found it, but at what cost? A forceful tear broke down my cheeks. My breath became heavy.The pain traveled quickly paralyzing every nerve in my body. Is this what it meant to mourn? “Ari,” Jessie rushed towards me as she entered the room.Hearing her name made a grueling heat surge through my skin—my flesh, my bones.“I’m not Aria,” I said with a weak voice. The pain got hectic, blocking my throat and breaking my voice. “I’m Ariel,” my chest heaved with effort. Jessie stared at me, utterly confused. “Are you alright?” She questioned. She ran to the entrance of the room, shouting, “Doctor.”She’d probably think. Something is wrong with my head. I
The toy..The doors to my apartment opened. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air. The hospital air had already begun to be a burden on my lungs. It was good to be home. “Are you alright?” Jessie asked.“I would be lying if I said yes.” I strode in and settled on the sofa.It feels like when I moved forward, another problem took me back. Everyone keeps saying it’s not my fault that Ariel died. I knew that, but I stole her life from her. I never understood the burden I had placed on her. I even dared to go to her grave and mock her. I sighed and leaned back on the sofa. I threw my hand to my temples to massage.“What’s on your mind? Aria..sorry.Ariel.” Jessie asked as she settled on the single sofa. “Just call me whichever you want.” I smiled at her. I knew it was hard. She had been calling me Aria for over a year; it would take time to get used to Ariel.“I’ll have to learn to call you Ariel,” Jessie commented. “Do I feel different?” I sat back up. And fixed my eyes on h
The Toy..Damon gently placed me on the bed, and his mouth was back in mine. His hand was exploring every part of my body—every inch of my skin. He massaged my breast, twirling my nipples between his fingers, and I moaned into his mouth.His tongue replaced his fingers, swirling around and teasing my nipples. A pleasurable jolt sparked through my body, igniting warmth in me. My heart skipped a beat when his hands found a way to my clit and stroked it with the right pressure. He inserted a finger into my wet pussy, and pleasure pulled my head backward. Damon chuckled. “Look at me,” he commanded with a husky voice that melted my soul.I struggled to look into his eyes. A smirk formed on his face as he kept thrusting his fingers inside me, hitting my g-spot, making me hit a high note. As the pleasurable torture continued, the way he stared at me only fuelled the burning passion in me. Hungrily and savagely, I pulled him in for a kiss. I gave him tiny bites on his lips, tasting every
The CEO..As I stepped into Twinkle Company, a surge of happiness lifted my spirits, making me almost immune to the gravity of Tracy's words when she called earlier. She had mentioned needing to discuss something important, but in my buoyant mood, her message seemed to barely register.Her P.A. walked up to me. Thankfully, she wasn't wearing her usual weird red lipstick today."It's Phoebe," she smiled. "Tracy is waiting for you. Please follow me."Phoebe led me to the rooftop, where Tracy was waiting.Tracy sat there on the rooftop, wearing that particular shade of red lipstick I couldn't stand. Its bold hue contrasted sharply with the serene skyline behind her, making her look both striking and somewhat out of place. I rolled my eyes, settling into the chair opposite her, already feeling the weight of an impending lengthy conversation. Her expression was serious, her posture tense, signaling that whatever she had to say was going to demand my full attention.Tracy's eyes softened
The toy..I opened the door and found Eliana standing outside. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she kept glancing around, her eyes a mix of unfocused and darting, as if searching for something she couldn't find.“Hi,” I greeted her, waving her in.“Hey girl, how are you?” She responded with a faint smile.“I’m good. What about you?” I asked, noting the way her hands fiddled with the strap of her bag.“Fine, I guess. Just the usual day-to-day work,” she replied, shrugging a little too casually.“I have something I want to let you know,” I said, locking eyes with her. My fingers tapped lightly against my leg, and I felt tightness in my chest. “Have a seat first.” I gestured to the sofa and then made my way to the fridge. As I grabbed a bottle of juice and a pack of cookies, I tried to steady my breathing, my hands moving a bit too quickly.“Here you go,” I offered, handing them to her before sitting down beside her.Eliana’s eyes sparkled as she took a bite of the cookies, for th
The toy..It’s been a week and no one has heard from Damon. I had sent messages, and they didn’t even turn double, let alone blue. I got up from the bed and entered the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and had my bath. Opening the closet, I pulled out a black body-fitting skirt and a white dress shirt. After putting them on, I applied my makeup and brushed my hair. Although it wasn’t time for me to resume work yet, I just had to go. I needed something to distract me. I just couldn’t lie here and do nothing. My thoughts would eat my brains out. My mind had been replaying the day of the accident when Aria died, and whenever it did, some chills went down my spine. And it felt like someone was watching me.Locking the door of my apartment, I decided to book a cab. I had no strength to drive. The cab arrived in five minutes, and it took me to work.Stepping out of the car, I headed to my office. I got a lot of stares—some like they had just met a ghost, some like they were looking at a lo
The toy..My eyes widened, my expression twisted as my nose wrinkled and my lips curled—disgust proudly and boldly etched on my face. It was clear that my reaction spoke volumes about how I felt. It took every ounce of self-control not to lash out with a sharp slap.Mr. Brian leaned in, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "From what I've heard, he never took you seriously to begin with. You've even got a nickname—one that's pretty well-known. It'd be disrespectful to say it to your face, so I won't."I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of frustration. It was disrespectful enough for him to think he could date me as if I were some gold digger who'd be impressed by his money. The audacity of him mentioning his billion-dollar company, as though that would sway me, was utterly ridiculous.I felt a strong urge to push back against this degradation; Aria would have never stood for it, and I couldn't either. Sitting back and taking his arrogance silently would have been a betrayal to her memor