I sighed as I put down the phone and pushed it under the blanket before I turned around in Elijah's arms and faced him. His face was relaxed as he slept and I trailed my fingers along the lines of it. He was a beautiful creature- a handsome creature. He looked so restful and peaceful, and I wondered if anything ever truly bothered him the same way things bother other people. He seems so nonchalant and relaxed. I can see how uncaring he is about this whole Junior situation but he tries to fake it I guess, and it both infuriated and unbothered me at the same time.
To be honest, I think Elijah
It's been a month since I miscarried and my emotions have been all over the place. The doctor told me it was normal and nothing to be ashamed of. I was slipping into a deep depression, unable and not wanting to do anything other than sit in the room all day and stare out the window.I sat in between Elijah's legs as he separated my hair into sections, "I think I should use this first," I heard him mumble to himself before he started rubbing whatever it was into my hair. Elijah has been taking care of me this past month. I wasn't able to do anything myself, I couldn't eat because I didn't want to eat. I can't explain why I feel so down, heartbroken, empty, void of life and emotions but I couldn't help it.He was talking to himself, and I found it a bit cute, listening to him struggle about treating my hair and rubbing the necessary and appropriate hair products in my hair. I felt him try to gently comb my hair but it didn't work,
He looked down at me, and I couldn't define the emotions in his eyes. I didn't know what he was thinking and to be honest, I didn't know what I was thinking either. I wanted to say something, but what? I shouldn't be here. I'm pretty sure I'm the last person he wants to see. "I..." my voice was weak, timid and broken. I sounded like a broken woman, "today..." I couldn't speak, "today would've been our wedding day," I croaked out weakly as I tried to hold my hands to stop them from shaking but I couldn't."I came here," I paused, swallowing the tears and my nervous ball of spit, "to...talk...and apologise."He just watched me. He didn't say a word for a long while and just when I was about to apologise and leave, he stepped back from the door and opened it wider, indicating for me to come inside his loft apartment.When I walked in, I took in a long breath, being hit with a million memories at once. This place had b
The second I pressed my foot onto the ground, out of the car, I was engulfed in a bear hug. My eyes widened in surprise, wondering where Elijah had come from."I was worried sick about you," he breathed out, his voice thickly coated in relief and frustration, "I thought..." he pulled away and looked down at me, gazing at me with adoration before he pressed his lips to mine, "I thought I lost you," he breathed out in a shaky breath.My arms finally worked and I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer to me, "I'm all good," I told him, looking at the way his hair was messy and all over the place, "I went to see Junior.""Junior?" he repeated, a frown growing on his face, "why?" he asked me."Because I needed to," I responded, "I needed to tell him the truth and I needed him to heal- I needed to heal. Today would've been our wedding day, and I thought that before he and I truly went our
I was excited about going to Vegas. The first step of doing what I want and not letting anyone influence me or tell me otherwise. That's what I loved about Elijah, he supported every shitty decision I made. Even though he was right and I was probably in no state to be going to a nightclub, I just wanted to experience the freedom and wild lifestyle that came with Elijah. I wanted to go to a club and have a wild night, get drunk and stumble around on the dancefloor because I deserved to live my life.After I woke up from my disco nap, I went to get myself ready for the night. Elijah had brought a makeup team for me but I didn’t want anything too hectic done on my face, so I simply thanked them for their time and proceeded to apply false lashes, colour in my eyebrows and apply tinted moisturizer and called it a day. I wore a short black dress that reached just below my butt cheeks, because I was in the mood of being a sexy vixen . The dress had th
"Excuse me, pretty little lady," Stanley smiled at an air hostess, "can you put on some more appropriate music?" he asked with a smirk on his lips as he sat down in one of the seats before he looked up at her and she smiled professionally at him. "Of course, sir, what would you like to hear?" "My friends and I are planning to do some cocaine and other drugs, so something that will match the mood. Oh, and keep the volume up," he told her and she nodded before she walked away. He turned to look at us, "aww, look at you two. You look so much better compared to the last time I saw you," Stanley told me as he handed me a beer. "Those are spiked with drugs," Elijah told me as he opened my beer for me and handed it to me, "so one gulp and you'll be seeing colours that don't even exist." I saw Elijah take one from Stanley before opening it, "where's this Kelly? I want to get ther-" Stanley immedi
The whole trip to Vegas and the partying we did when we got to Vegas was a lost memory. Now that I knew that I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted, I took full advantage of not being guilted into not living my life, and did just that- live my life in a very questionable manner. I drank a few of the beers that Stanley had spiked and that’s what caused everything to be a blackout. I didn’t really care for my health or that what I was doing was dangerous, I just wanted to live it up and live it up is what I assumed I did.I partied in Vegas alongside a gang leader and my billionaire lover. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t remember this night, because there was no way in hell, I wasn’t going to repeat what I did.I groaned as I placed my hand on my head as I struggled to wake up. My head was pounding, my throat felt raw and my mouth was felt like I ha
"Well, last night was so crazy, I had to pinch myself a thousand times to make sure that I wasn’t losing my mind. To put it simply, you were having the time of your life. You were drinking a lot and you took a few pills. You were twerking on the dance floor and at some point you started flashing your titties for the whole club to see and everyone started to cheer you on, and after that, almost all the girls in the club started flashing. Anyways, things started to get really crazy when Drake suddenly walked in. And you went apeshit," Kelly paused as she watched me try to wash off the blood that was all over my leg. I really needed her to continue the story so that she could tell me how I got blood on my leg, "you and a random group of people in the club, hopped off on drugs and alcohol, tried to jump Drake so you all got kicked out of the club.""I got kicked out of a club?" I asked in shock and she nodded, a pout on her
We got back three hours ago and not a single word has been said between all of us. We wordlessly got onto the plane after Stanley discharged himself from the hospital, we sat in silence, eating peanuts and chips as Stanley sternly told the air hostess to turn off the music. When we landed, everyone just wordlessly went their separate ways. Kelly got into a Bentley and was driven back home, Stanley was led to a heavily guarded Range Rover and Elijah and I walked to the limo waiting for us and went home.We went our separate ways when we entered the house, both of us going to take separate showers and baths.I walked into one of his living rooms before I walked to the automatic voice activated sound system, "play Life is Good by Drake and Future," I said out loud as I massaged the back of my neck and when the music started, I bopped my head a bit, getting into the rhythm.Even though I wasn't feeling too well, I trie