I find myself at the rooftop again, after dumping the bag of overturned pasta in the trash.The breeze from the rooftop did little to quell the building hollow in my heart, the hollow that always found it’s way to me after heated conversations with Simon.A hollow that left me with a deep-seated cold after blood boiling conversations with him.Afternoon sun beating down on my head, light breeze blowing across my face, I try to focus on the birds in flight in the sky and not the cold in my heart.A strand from my hair comes loose and I brush it back, feeling a greasy stain on my forehead,I glance at my hands and see it stained brown from sauce, folding it together to avoid staining my clothes I make a mental note to remember to wash off my forehead.My stomach growls again at the slight sight of food, it grumbles loudly, protesting my blatant disrespect for food.‘Right, right, I got it, never throwing food away again, even if that ass got it for me’, I smile looking down at my
‘Where were we’, Simon walks into his office the next morning, adjusting the cufflinks on his sleeve, suit in hand, dark orbs on me,The clipped, hurried sound of his footsteps as he walked towards his desk had my head in a spin.The morning sun shining through the window and beautiful morning weather did nothing to quell the storm brewing in my heart,I try to push it down remembering the day before.‘Mom!!’, Ajax had rewarded me with an excited squeal and a hug when I picked him up early,‘Let’s eat out, let’s eat out’, with that same excited voice, he bugged me till I found a small restaurant secluded enough for our dinner,Spending extra hours with my son helped to reduce the hollow building in my heart to something inconsiderable,But now, Simon is bringing everything up again, unearthing conflicting feelings best left buried.A deep sigh exhales my lips,‘Good morning to you too’, I eye him annoyed,‘Sir’, I add honorifics after second thought,‘Didn’t want to start t
Taking deep breaths, our eyes still rest on each other and my hands fumble for the phone in my pocket, not eager to break this tiny slip in time.That loud ringing again and my eyes flutter close as I try to ground myself in reality, my chest rising and falling as I take in calming breaths,Sliding my eyes open, I peer at my phone screen seeing an alarm for Simon’s first schedule of the day.I close my eyes again, taking another long breath, making sure my voice won’t crack when I try to speak,‘You have a meeting with the CEO in ten minutes’, my voice sounds a little above a whisper, despite all my calming breaths,I turn my eyes back to him, seeing him close his eyes and take a deep breath, running his hands through his hair again,He stands abruptly, not saying a word to me, slicking his hair back with his hands, aiming for that semi-perfect look from earlier.Walking towards his desk he grabs his suit from it, sliding it on, adjusting his collar.I stand up to, trying my b
My eyes stared, unblinking at the white ceiling,I was left pondering, as I had always been the last 8 days.The grays of my eyes, fastening on the very grains of the white paint coating the ceiling of my bedroom,Even in the dull light my eyes had grown accustomed to every dip, every rise in the rough paint.It was surely due to the fact that my eyes kept wandering to said ceiling in the early hours of every morning, when I lay awake in bed, sleep eluding me from overthinking.My eyes find the areas where the paint strokes were brighter, the areas where they had faded from oldness,My eyes find the lone bulb in my room, its light turned low the night before, counting the seconds till I could nudge Ajax awake,Dawn found me awake, thin tendrils of faded light crawling across my bedroom floor, with every dance of the curtains at my window,Like I had been doing for the past 8 days, I watch as the tendrils become longer, brighter, spilling across my bedroom floor as morning arrived fast
With a piercing look he stared, hand neatly folded together on top of the laptop I expected him to be occupied with,He stared at me with a forlorn look, something akin to longing etched unto his face.‘But that was impossible, wasn’t it’, I tell myself, writing it off as something else.‘I might as well get this over with’, standing up from my comfort, I walk closer to this man with a confusing face, whipping my phone out of my handbag,‘Good morning Mr. Valero’, my head downturned to the light of my phone screen, I look anywhere but his eyes, lest my mind gets taken back to impossible soft gazes of days before, Lest those whirlpools of sadness draw me straight to defeat.‘Good morning’, he replies me with that distractingly soft voice,I clear my throat.‘You have your final suit fitting in twenty minutes’, I relay his first schedules for the day,‘We should leave now if you’re to meet up’A huff of disbelief leaves my lips,‘He was supposed to be out of his chair by now, wrestling
‘We’re here’, I announce before he was able to reply to my question, parking and turning off the engine.He eyes stays on me for a long time before he pulls open his door and slides out,I pull open mine too attempting to follow him, but he stops me, leaning in and grabbing his briefcase.‘Wait here, I won’t be long’,Closing back the door, I fold my arms together and watch him walk into the building.A scoff pass through my lips again, as I roll the question in my head.‘What stupid question’, I push it to the back of my mind hoping he’d forget the ridiculous question in the process of conversation.I hoped he’d get consumed by his usual ridiculous anger at everyone affiliated with his mother and forget this attempt at reconciliation,‘I didn’t want it, I didn’t want to reconcile with someone who doesn’t even see he’s at fault’Staring unblinkingly at the silent landscape I count reasons why reconciliation was not needed.I just needed to hold out for one more day and Simon would be
He stares at me for a while before sitting down on the chair opposite me, facing me,‘Well, get to it’, my eyes narrows to slits as I watch the forlorn look on his face.‘You said..’ he begins but I interrupt before he continues,‘Yes I said it, and it’s true, you are responsible for destroying my life’‘My life is in this mess because of you’‘Because I married you, I became a hideous gold digger, left to be picked apart by hounds’‘How was that my fault’, Simon had the guts to look confused, running his hands through his hair and it send a gong off in my head.What is the point of this conversation, if you’re not going to take responsibility for your actions’, my voice sounds loud, resounding in the office.‘How am I supposed to take this as an attempt at solving past issues when you won’t even admit you’re wrong’, fire lights up in my belly, my heart an acidic mess in my chest,‘How am I wrong!, how is it my fault!’, confusion still murks his face, his voice rising in tempo.‘I’m d
I push open the large doors out of Trove like someone chased, hurried away from the building like I had fire at my heels, hurried with a singular purpose to get away from this man with words that dripped equal parts hope and despair straight to my festering heart,The moment I had felt his hold slip further, I grabbed my bag from the floor and was out of his office like a light.Even when my heart told me to go back to him, to go back to that confused man, help him sort through his feelings, And maybe, just maybe my heart would heal in the process,But, I couldn’t think about my heart now, I couldn’t throw caution to the wind based on just a tiny flicker of hope that could well be imaginings, based on words spoken by a confused man.I couldn’t not when I had a son to take care of, I couldn’t risk the only source of my happiness this last 6 years in pursuit of happiness that was surely an illusion.So I calm my thumping heart while climbing into a bus to Ajax’s school, tamp down the a
Relief floods my insides and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in as the bell jangled, signifying their exit.‘I’ll be back in a minute', standing up, I head to the table they just left, clearing the pile of coloring books and crayons.Head chef had been so nice, allowing Ajax and Lisa in the restaurant for as long as they liked, but it won’t be fair to hog a table after they were gone, so I clear them up heading to the back room and placing them with Bella's things.I catch a glance of Cathy’s befuddled expression as I enter, knowing she would have pelted me with questions if she wasn’t attending to a customer.Stepping out, she’s done and I take a deep breath waiting for the maelstrom to begin.‘That’s Simon Valero right, theee Simon Valero', she draws closer to me and I stare, patiently nodding as she fires,‘Only son and child of Alicia Valero?, heir to SM group Simon Valero?’, her voice pitches with the last question and I finally use my words.‘Yeees', ‘To
‘You know you have to stop looking at the door whenever a customer walks in, you’re no longer a waitress', the sound of Bella's voice trickles to me, sounding at the back of my mind,Her statement was inconsequential in comparison with the drop of my heart to the pit of my stomach, the look of horror making a home on my face‘You're a…..’, she trails off as she follows my line of sight to the source of my predicament,‘Uh oh!’, she exclaims,Simon had walked in and was currently looking about the restaurant, a relaxed air about himI drop my head between my hands, hiding behind my hair, hoping he hadn’t seen me.‘That’s very fruitless, he has seen you already', I glance up again and my eyes meet eyes that lights up immediately they meet mine.‘What in the world is he doing here?’, I whisper yell, asking Bella and she shrugs,I quickly smoothen out my face, wipe horror off it as I face a smiling Simon sashaying towards me.My eyes turn towards the corner where Ajax and Lisa we
My eyes blur, my view of the clouds rolling by dimming,‘Simon!!’, I cry out his name, my abdomen and butt clenching as my orgasm trickles down my thighs, dripping unto the sheets beneath me when he finishes,He comes up to place a kiss on my lips and I taste my juices on his mouth.He drops beside me pulling me to him and for a while I could do nothing, only be pliant as he entwines our limbs together, I could only work on evening my breathing past the feeling of satiety engulfing me.Simon drags my head to his chest, wrapping his hands around me and I descend from the clouds to the feeling of Simon stroking my hair repeatedly.‘That was…’, I trail off, searching for the right word to use as I look up to see Simon smiling at me‘That was amazing', my voice pitches as I finally decide on the word and I rest my head on his chest again,‘I know', pride fills his tone, voice cocky,‘No need to gloat about it', I slap his chest as I speak, lifting myself up with my other hand, t
Then it stops, again, the chords dying out when those hands, those slender fingers turn in a different direction from me,The furnace raging seconds earlier dies out when his hands get folded across the back of his head and he lays down.That smirk is still on his lips as he lies, adjusting himself downward to make sure his head stays on the white blanket,Disappointment courses through me, annoying coolness replacing the fire in my veins.My lips purses, a pout taking over from disappointment, then I even it out immediately, my earlier boldness dying out.‘The sun would hurt your eyes', I blurt out, trying to hide my disappointment, trying to turn his mind elsewhere,He must have noticed it because a smile lifts his face and fills his eyes,He unfolds one hand and he pats whiteness beside him, not minding my statement, inviting me to join him on the ground.He motions with his eyes, patting the blanket beside him and it suddenly looked so enticing,Despite the fact that the
Simon returns empty handed and by then my stomach had protested loudly over and over, ‘Where’s the food’, I attack him as he enters not even waiting for him to speak. ‘It’s in the living room', my mouth rounds as he replies me with a slight smile on his face, He stoops down and picks up his pants and my eyes stay on him as he slides black fabric up thick thighs, his leg tenses as he raises each one, my eyes zeroing in on the bunched up muscles on each thigh. Adjusting it around his waist, he slides up the zipper, gaze turning to me and my face burns, embarrassment taking over, hoping he didn’t catch me ogling him, ‘If we stay here, we won’t be doing much eating', his eyes rake across my frame slowly as he zips up, from my legs upward stopping at my eyes, hungry look in them. I swallow and focus on the hunger in my stomach heading for the door, I stop at the door when I see him walk towards the bed, pulling the covers from it and folding it into his hands, ‘What are you
Watching him exit I stand up drag my panties up my thighs, I search for my lacey bra around the room but come up short, so I settle for sitting on the bed and waiting for Simon the blanket drawn up to my chest.While waiting I find I’m still in awe of the events of the last hours,‘Just yesterday I was worried about Sarah coming back into Simon's life, got drunk on my anxiety even, and now he confessed feelings to me', I was in awe but still it felt so strange,All this years of wishing and it finally came to pass but my mind is unsettled,‘What if this was a dream, a fragment of my imagination, wishful thinking bleeding onto reality', a sigh exits my lips,‘What if I wake up suddenly and find that I was dreaming all this while'‘What if I woke up and discover that none of it happened'‘What if Simon didn’t confess feelings for me, if he didn’t say he wanted to spend his life with me, he didn’t make love to me and call out my name while sending shock waves of ecstasy rippling t
My eyes flutter open, looking around the dimly lit room,In our passion induced haze, we didn’t even turn on the lights,The only source of light was the one streaming across the dark blinds whenever they fluttered open.Over the past hours Simon and I had alternated between love making and drifting off to sleep when spent,My back side was pressed flush against him as he slept, his hand across my waist and his soft breaths against the back of my neck,We were both very naked under white cotton covers and my body still tingled from the past hours of passion my skin clammy against his heated own.My eyes flick about the room noticing the absence of furniture here also, the only thing in the large room was the bed and another cloth covered furniture.From the size of the bed, it would be Simon's room and my eyes rake across the dark walls and white tiled floor,I look up and see there's also a chandelier but not as magnificent in size and beauty, The dull lightening makes it difficult
At first he stills, stuck in the moment of torture then the next second he hand wraps around my waist like a vice fitting my body against his like a glove,My head tilts further as he kisses me with ferocity,His lips are soft as he drags mine to his mouth, sucking on it like someone starved,Taking his upper lips into my mouth, I suck with equal passion, I work my tongue into his mouth and when he sucks on it delicious tingles spread down to the base of my spine, He plunges his into mine, and all the heat in my body pulls to my stomach, I drag my hands across the broad and tensed muscles in his back, anchoring myself to himHis tongue teases, brushing then sliding against mine and my back arches, my chest pressing against his,Hands sliding across my back, his fingers come to rest against the soft skin of my waist, playing against the hem of my dress shirt,My skin prickles at the point where his fingers brushes bare skin where my shirt had ridded up and heat pulls between my legs
My eyes slip close as he instructed and I understand the reason seconds after when a blinding light suddenly filled up the room.I wait for my eyes to adjust before sliding them open, still very much aware of Simon breathing against the shell of my ear,My mouth drops open in awe as I look up at the source if light A massive chandelier, hanged from the center of the high ceiling, magnificent in its size,It was made up from a gold branch and crystal clear flowers and hanging from the large branch of gold were numerous crystal flowers in bloom connected to the branch by thin twigs the same enchanting gold color,The whole chandelier was a large inverted blooming flower, containing tiny flower blooms connected to each other by crystal strands, In each flower bed rested miniature bulbs of pure white light, intricately connected beads of crystal hanging from each flower petal, spilling light- gold and silver in hue across the large living room.And my mouth stayed open, even the spine t