"Are you sure? I think you should once again assess your decision." Jacob, hesitantly tells me, while his eyes roam around my face to know what I am thinking."Jacob., we have already done this conversation. And for the final time, I am not backing, now." Sighing, I stood. Walking to the large glass window in his office, I opened them to let some fresh air come. As I was feeling suffocated by my thinking. And secondly, I don't understand the concept of having this large window and keeping them close. I mean what's the use then?"Have you told Alexander?" "No." My reply was quick, but soon I regretted knowing well, Jacob will surely put his opinion."I don't think it's a good idea.""I will tell him....but later." I lie. I will never tell Xander. He may have forgotten his memories but he is still overprotective of means by any chance he comes of it, he will flip. Jacob gives me a skeptical lol, I am sure he doesn't believe a single word of mine but he decided to not comment on that.
Iris's POV"Damn!!! I am freezing " complains Xander with tattering teeth while we both rushed down the stairs toward our room, shivering.Believe me, it may seem romantic, having sex in rain, but when the cold water does a fusion dance with the colder wind, you realize no matter how hot your partner is, he can't save you from shivering and falling sick, hence here we are entering into the warmth of our room."Serves you right for fantasizing about sex in rain," I say chuckling, while I rub my arms to provide some warmth."Oh yeah?" With one brow raised, my annoying husband takes slow steps toward me with a mischievous glint. "Yes." Stating I turn to run into the bathroom, knowing very well what he is up to."Not so fast, my fallen angel, " wounding his hands around me from behind, he whispers close to my ears, his hot breath, shivered me more when it came in contact with my cold skin, " maybe my plan of wetting you somewhere else, while you are drenched in rain, has failed, but burn
"Jacob...Jacob...Jacob!!!!!" "What?!!!" "Will you stop net surfing? And help me out." I whined slumping on the bed. Putting my face in my palm, I look towards Jacob, who was still scrolling through his phones, sitting Indian-style on my bed. I snatched his phone and threw it on the bed behind me. " Iris!!!" He shouted irritated. But not more than me. Here i asked him to help me out and he is busy scrolling through his phone." Is this how you are helping me out?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him.He sighed, and with a duh look, he watched me, " Iris, I agree, that I promised to be your side, thick and thin. But this....." He motioned to the scattered clothes all around my room," this is not what I signed for." He finished, shaking his head." But you are my friend." I pouted. And looked at him with sad and puppy dog eyes. He sighed, knowing he can't ignore this, cute, pouty face. If I can win Alexander Russo with this cute, sad, and pouty face, then no one else stands a chance. St
Jacob burst out laughing, he laughed as if his life is about to end and it was his last chance of laughing his heart out. Whereas Ava, who was standing right in front of him looked at him weirdly, for a second she thought that man in front of her has time crazy. Her expressions were comic, which I think was fueling the fire of Jacob's laughter because he continued laughing and didn't stop even when tears started gathering in his eyes. Not his uncalled behavior was angering Ava, she fisted her hand and with greedy teeth, she took a step towards Jacob, " Are you laughing at me?" she asked looking at, now a little sober Jacob. Whose laughter died, but he was still not finished. " Laughing at you. Why would you say that" he asked in between his enjoyment? The clear sarcasm didn't go unnoticed by Ava, whose jaw tightened if possible and her ruby-red lips gave him a disgusted sneer. " I think I came to the wrong person." Jacob shook his head and was now all serious, "
"Is he here?" These were the first words Iris uttered after her accident. Her eyes just like the last couple of days still fixed on the white wall of the hospital. Her face was void of any emotions. "Iris..." Jacob sighed. He does not like seeing her friend full of life, like this. If it was in his hand he would do anything to bring that innocent smile on her face, that she wears like a crown. "He isn't. Right?" Not Jacob but his silence answered Iris. And she just silently nodded her head. Not saying anything else. Jacob shook his head. Looking at her with sympathy.While Iris keeps her gaze fixed on the white walls ahead. Her face was void of any emotions but her tearful eyes said it all. Taking a seat on her bed Jacob put his hands on hers.'"I am tired." Jacob is surprised, to hear her say anything other than ask, where her husband is. With her head on his shoulder, she finally let the tears wet her cheeks. "You are strong," Jacob whispers to her while he wraps her in his arm
As a kid, I had a bittersweet relationship with hospitals. Bitter as I had to take awful medicines and injections. I don't even want to go there as I still hate them. And the sweet part was after checkups dad would take me Ava for treats, to our fav cafe. Those were some of the best days of my life. Then dad was not this uptight, he was more of a father than a businessman. He let us have the freedom of our dreams. I still sometimes, think, that when things changed. But even if I get the answer to that nothing is going to change. I recall, once I was suffering from some disease and the doctor said, I will need an injection. I still remember how I imagined, that doctor, to be a monster red-eyed, growing in the skin, and with ugly horns, with a big injection in his hands. He was my nightmare. That day was also special because that was the first time I did something out of my goody-good-girl character. I ran away. Not far though, as my little self could only carry me to the park a
Ava's POVNo one wants to be bad. But try being the girl, who spent all her life pleasing people, but ends up being all alone in the end. That's me. Rude, arrogant, and cold-hearted and there are many names, not the good ones, people use to characterize me. Am I all these?Maybe. People change. I did too.But believe me, I was not always like this. I recall when I was five and Iris three, more than mom and dad, she was my princess, I loved my sister more than anything. We had the best bond. Hurt her and I will damn you. That was how important she was to me. I would do anything for her to smile at me with awe and look at me as her hero. She was my pride. My sister was my gem. She was my cute, little chubby world. I would do anything, just to stretch those beautiful lips. When Iris first went to kindergarten, a fat boy pushed her, and she got a scrape on her knees. I was livid.The next day I punched that guy. Bullied him until he asked Iris for forgiveness. Dad was furious
"You know he will find me," I whispered, but I am sure Ava heard, considering we are the only ones in this small room, engulfed in silence. My hands ache from being tired up at the back of the chair, eyes are swollen because I haven't slept a wink. And I am exhausted. I don't know why, and how Ava and I reached here. What led to this?If one thinks I have the answer, then j doesn't. All I know is that something went wrong, something I don't have an idea about. It's not like we are not blood. Even if what Aunt Myra said, is true, then also it doesn't change the fact that Ava is my sister. She will always be. And no matter what she says I know she loves me. Always had. Or at least I like to believe, that she does. I don't know what made us drift apart, but I remember very well, even when she was pretending to despise me, she always cared for me from afar. Like when I will scrape my legs due to my clumsiness or habit of falling from bed, Ava would send maids to my aid. I know she
Iris's POV ------------------ 2 years later. Closing my eyes with headphones, playing Ed Shereen as an escape from my thoughts.Though it's not helping much but still a good distraction. Good duration from the aviation I am feeling because of this long flight. And also because I am an hour late. I should have been in New York. Dr. Iris Russo calms down, you will soon be with them. Dr. It feels so good to call me with the word. It's like my whole life and rebelling have all summed up into the small world. I am an official child psychiatrist now. And believe me, I don't think there was any job than this I would have enjoyed, I feel so great talking to those kids who have no idea of the mental problem they are facing. It feels good that they come to me to talk about their problems. And after becoming one I realized, only big ones are not the ones with problems, these small heads carry a lot of stress and burden and love every second of the job especially when they
I am going to end his doctorate career. I think angrily as I am kicked out of my wife's hospital room. They told me I am stressing her out, how can I stress her out, and if anything I am the one keeping her calm. They just don't understand but they will soon. And like I said I heard my wife scream and before I can count up there, the door to her room is again opened, and there stood he with his head now down and jaws ticked. " Sir, Mrs. Russo is not letting us touch her. Please." She grits the last word put and if I want this worried for my wife I would have smirked at her. That's my woman. I praise my angel as I walk past her inside but before I go I turned and my eyes widen, the hallway is filled with my fitness and family. Now I am the one feeling a little embarrassed as the doctor looks at my family and then at me and narrows her eyes at me. Instead of backing down I shrug and enter to see eyes looking at me angrily."How dare you live me alone!!!" she screamed so l
I was someone who always had complaints in my life. You can tell as much as I liked fighting for dreams, I was also someone who would complain if things didn't go my way. It's not my fault though. All my life since I started understanding things, I have been told that I am not enough and that I need to be better, and that I should be perfect. I hated being told so but was so little to argue about it, hence did as people around me told me and today I regret listening to other people. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self that she is perfect, she needs not to work so hard, she needs not to be so hard on herself, that the world is a vicious place and the only way you can survive in this world is by being you. You are the strongest perfection that one can ever achieve. Because in this world where people walk around you with so many faces, you will shine when you have your own and one only. But all of that doesn't matter because now I am also one of thos
Let's just the little feast we had downstairs was not enough for my husband. And there are many reasons for it. But I will cut it down to, two most important. 1. He is as hard as steel. 2. It's our wedding night. So let's just say, my husband, picked me up in his signature way, wrapped my legs around his torso, and up to stairs he kept kissing and nibbling on my nipples. And a hormonal would-be mama is not gonna complain. Because let's be honest, I love every bit of it. The attention he is giving to my body is something I didn't know I wanted but now I know I have been craving it. My heart flutters, as my husband delicately places my body on the bed. Standing to his full height, he got rid of all his cloth as fast as he can. Usually, I like the slow torturous strip tease, but today I am so needy that I just want him to fuck me and use me like the slut he called me a while ago. And I don't have to plead because I and my husband are on the same page on this. "
" Are we done?" " No" I reply immediately looking at my new husband with a glare as I chew the pasta in my mouth, that he so deliciously made. Throughout the night, the guests kept us I'm busy, and I was so busy being the perfect wife that I completely missed my dinner. And where I can go for a day without eating, the baby growing inside me needs to eat. It's not like there was no food at the reception. There was plenty of it. And so many cuisines, some of the cuisines were my favorite. I should have drooled over them and should have pounced on the memo et I saw them. But that very moment my hormones decided to kick in, and even the sight of my favorite food was making me feel as if I want to throw up. And hence though I wanted to couldn't eat anything, except the lava cake. Which by the way is not enough to fulfill the apatite of a pregnant moment. The pregnant woman inside me wanted to throw a tantrum right there, the woman wanted to throw her legs and whine for
Alexander's POV I never thought hearing two words would fill me with so much bliss. But I am feeling it. It's as if someone has given me happiness in the whole world. For the first time unlike me, I want to jump and scream to the whole world that I am the happiest man alive in the world. I have the woman, who I loved like I never knew I was capable of loving. Today I have made Iris Brooke mine in all ways. She is my wife. " I do." the beautiful words that left her lips are echoing in my head like beautiful music. And I want to hear them on a loop. The words of the pasture are fading and I am hearing nothing my eyes are fixed only on my beautiful wife, who has the most enchanting biggest smile plastered on her face. But all of a sudden her smile turns into a frown, and she looks from the paster to me, as of waiting for something, I don't understand her sudden reaction and look at everyone, and their eyes fixed on me with the same confusion. " Dude you are freaking ou
Iris's PoV Dad and I were still talking when we heard a knock at the door, we both simultaneously turned towards it to see mom at the door, she is looking beautiful as ever in her lavender dress. As she is also my bridesmaid. Dad and she exchanged an understanding nid and smiled at each other. I missed this smile a lot. It's not the same as they use to give each other every morning but it is something. This tells me, that they did talk and things are working out. "Don't run the horses in your head baby. " mom gives me a knowing. Of course, she always knows what I am thinking. "We are trying," she whispered coming to stand in front of me and besides me. From the moment she entered the room dad has his eyes fixed on her, not for once did he tell his eyes off her. And why won't he, mom is looking beautiful, let me tell you unlike me mom is a health freak, she enjoys her junk food but never forget to exercise, and she loves doing yoga. It's her regular, because of
Dear Angel I was someone who never believed in love let alone love at first sight. And then you came and changed everything. You became everything to me. Your thoughts confirmed everything that I had, my heart mind, and soul. You don't even know when you had me already wrapped around your fingers. You were in my bed, sleeping with a divine smile on your face, I am sure you were dreaming something good, your hair was sprawled on my pillow and you had your hands resting on my stomach. You had me captured, and you didn't even know, and when the Trance cracked, the first words that left my lips were, " Angel" That day when I first met you was a special bit there is another day that surpasses it and it always will. It is the day when you were drunk, sat on my lap, and named me Mr. Handsome. That was the first time you showed me a piece of your self and that day it was set that you are mine only mine. As much as I am you're. Always will be. I will take what I can give
I shook the scene out of my mind. I don't want to walk down the aisle wet. Not until our reception is over. After the first time, I wanted a small wedding, with friends and family only. And there was no debate on it because Xander and I were on the same page and so were put families. Hence there were not many people, only those who mattered. If you start noting down lessons of life, you will realize one of them is, that your circle of friends needs not to be big, it can be small, but all that matters is people who form the circle, should be loyal and real to you. That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away