Mom's guilt takes the form of sadness eventually, making me feel like the worst person ever. Why did I have to bring it up and ruin her mood? She was so happy. “I miss my twin babies.” She admits, making my heartbeat faster than before.My eyes start to water automatically and uncontrollably. She knew about me and she missed me. But why did she throw me away? This question still remains. “Then why?” I manage to ask, turning her to face me, my voice trembling in the middle of the sentence. “Hey.” She whispers in a tone so soft that I would break if she raised her voice even a little bit. “Why are you crying, baby?” She asks me in her soothing voice, making the ache in my heart less significant. But I'm baffled by her question. Why am I crying? Maybe because I'm the only victim in this situation. While they led a lavish life with their family, I had to fight for daily necessities. Sudden dislike hit me like a bag of rocks. I can taste the disdain in my tongue. However intense this
Even with the weather being chilly, I feel warmth radiating to my body from somewhere. To seek more comfort, I wrap my arms around the warm body, enjoying the soothing vibe it gives off. I haven't been sleeping well for a while and that's why I'm surprised to be woken up to such peace and serenity. When sleep finally takes its enchanting power away from me, I open my eyes to examine the source of my comfort. A bright smile tugs at lips as I do so. However, my smile vanishes into the thin air as soon as I realise who I'm hugging right now for my dead life. I push myself away from him abruptly, wiggling on the bed like an earthworm. Elliot's eyes fly open all of a sudden, scaring the shit out of me. “Before you start screaming like a banshee-” His raspy morning voice tingles my skin, rubbing away the sleepiness from my body. “-or throwing that pillow at me, or pushing me off the bed, let me tell you that you were the one who wrapped her hands around me like an octopus's tentacles and
“I didn't do it intentionally! Don't throw anything-” He gets cut off as I throw the bottle of shampoo right at his face. “Fuck.” He groans out in agony, holding his face in pain. “Get out, you asshole!” I scream, covering my front with my hands frantically. At least I'm wearing my undergarments. I would have lost it if he had seen me totally naked. I gulped down my saliva when I noticed his eyes trailing along my body hungrily. His intense stare shakes the core of my heart as desire makes its way towards me. “G-Get out!” I yell again but this time my voice sounds weak, lust affecting my mind and body. Elliot seems to have gotten out of the world he was into before. Apparently, I'm not the only one affected by it. Finally, like a real gentleman he turns around which gives me the chance to let out a shaky breath. I should feel violated right now. But for some unknown reason, I feel different. I feel like my body is under the control of my untold desire and it's readying me to comm
“Stop pulling my leg and sit down. Food is getting cold.” Mrs.Miller says after a few intense seconds pass by. They are talking back and forth, arguing so intensely that none would think they are joking. However, the grin that breaks free on Elliot's face says another story. So, he wasn't actually being serious and here I thought he finally turned into a decent human being and became caring towards me but I think that's too much to ask. He rounds the table to get to her and wraps his arms around her. He looks like a clingy child who is trying his best to make up with his mother who is angry at him. What is exactly their relationship? I can't help but wonder. Mrs.Miller always has a long face, taking in her monotonous and serious voice. But now she looks like a different person. Her smile can light up an entire room. I didn't know she could smile. “You love it when I pull your leg though.” Elliot teases her again, taking a seat after he pulls a chair for her. The breakfast goes in
My eyes are wide open with panic and another feeling that I'm having trouble naming. His green eyes aro so dreamy from up close that I don't dare to take my eyes off of them. “Are you even listening to me?” A sudden voice makes me pull out of the hallucination and come back to reality. “W-What?” I ask, taking in my surroundings. It's like I blacked out for a while and need a minute to comprehend everything. “Get off.” He groans, trying his best to stop himself from throwing me off of him. Something is telling me that if we weren't in public, he wouldn't have any problem doing that. “You are crushing me.” He says this part in a small voice, whispering to me. I finally realise why he is groaning like he is in great pain. I've been on top of him for I don't know how long and I definitely weigh more than feathers. I get off of him on autopilot, my cheeks tainted with blush. Thankfully there aren't many people around us, only one or two passersby who could care less about helping us
Cara Livingston has her eyes solely on me. As she sways her hips to walk towards us, her smirk grows wider, eyes glowing with untamed curiosity. Meanwhile I'm panicking like there is no tomorrow. If Amber were here, she would create a scene without the shadow of a doubt. However, I lack the ability to do something like that. I would rather avoid that. But there's something that can help me here. I've always fostered the ability to talk back with the right amount of sass, if only I could say them out loud. I was just too shy, introverted and oppressed to voice out my thoughts let alone talking back. “Your lady is gorgeous, Max.”I try my best not to sound nervous and talk in a small voice. Considering their reaction to my complement, I guess I'm successful. However, their response to my compliment isn't something positive. While Cara scoffs as if I've said something ridiculous, Max breaks into a fit of laughter. His laugh is so loud that my ears start to ring and give me a massive he
Elliot has me cornered. He walks towards me like a predator, taking one step at a time. The scene looks familiar. Now I've realised that he likes to do this with me. Probably he likes it when I cower beneath him like a real sadist. “S-Stop walking towards me.” Despite trying my best to appear confident, I stutter out. He stops at once as if he is ready to obey me. I don’t believe him but he makes no effort to walk. He is now only two steps away from me. Just when I'm about to take a breath of relief, he attacks me like a predator, pulling me close and kissing me gently. All of my senses die down as if he killed all of my instincts with just one single kiss. He grabs my chin with his large hands so gently that he makes me feel like a precious doll. I should hate it. I should feel violated by the unnoticed kiss but I feel blissful instead. My greedy mind wants more. He deepens the kiss, making me forget my morality. He is the jerk whom I hate so much. He is the asshole fiance of my si
I stand outside Elliot's room like a deer caught in a headlight with my mind racing into different directions at once. The ride home was dead silent. I didn't trust myself to say anything. I could only stare out of the window and try to think of a possible way to get out of this situation.Unfortu. nothing came to my mind at that time. It's not like now my mind is a hub for ideas. I'm still as numb as ever. How do I approach this situation? I'm out of my depth here. I can't think of anything tactical. It's Amber's job.“Are you gonna stand there and stare at nothingness? Or come in and hold a decent conversation?”Elliots's voice blooms in the room, making me realise how stupid I look and feel right now. No. This won't do. If I appear so vulnerable in front of him, it would be easier for him to take advantage of me. Gulping down the saliva of nervousness, I will myself Applebee's confident, or at least look confident enough. I take two careful steps ahead, stopping as soon as I ent
No. She is definitely joking. It can't possibly be true. I heard the conversation between Elliot and Leo in the car. He has the reputation of being a playboy. The fact that he is a virgin contradicts all other allegations. “Stop joking around.” Lailah’s facial expression says that she didn't expect that reply from me. “You are talking about things which are exactly opposite. He is a well- known playboy. How can you say that he is a virgin? It's like the joke of the year.’ I scoff. My strong reaction shocks them momentarily. I sound so jealous that it shocks me as well. I realise how far I've fallen. Elliot has turned me into a lovesick girl. I don't remember ever being jealous over anything or anyone. But now, there's a bitter taste in my tongue, in my mind. In fact, jealousy is written all over my face. Lailah doesn't say anything. She looks back at Leo who gives her a “told you so” look. “Leo?” He looks at me, responding to my call.“Yeah?”“Now that you know I'm Amber, you mus
“Are you sure she will be alright?” I can hear an angry tone even when I think I'm deep into sleep. The angry tone itself tells me that it's none other than Elliot. Is he talking about me? “Elli, I'm not a doctor but I have ears, fully functioning ears. And those ears heard what the doctor said.” A new voice emerges, sounding sarcastic. My consciousness can't pick up the voice but I feel like I heard it before. I know who talks with this kind of sarcasm. I try to open my eyes and see who it is, but I just feel so tired. My eyelids feel too heavy to move. “Leo, don't be mean. Elliot is just worried about his wife. Be good!”A female voice chides him. Leo? What's he doing here? If the guy is Leo then the girl must be Lailah. What are they doing here all of sudden? I want to know, I want to open my eyes. “I'm sorry.” But he doesn't sound sorry at all. Typical Leo. “I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Mr.Ivanov. And yeah, your wife will be alright. That's what the doctor said. So, now
“Are you serious?” My hands are on my hip like a classic mom who is angry at something. “What?” He feigns innocence, looking at me with puppy eyes. “You want me to believe that you could manage only one room?” He nods his head. “Isn't that what the receptionist said? If you don't believe me, go ahead and listen to him again.” He shrugs his shoulders, walking ahead of me. “You are a billionaire for God's sake!” I say behind him, walking behind him. “So?” He halts which causes me to collide with his chest. “You want me to waste my money just because I'm a billionaire?” He asks, bending down a little and touching the bridge of my nose with his finger.“Yes. I do.” I swat his hand away, “How are we supposed to share a room here as well? If you have forgotten, let me remind you, we aren't married.” He looks bored of my speech. “Not yet.” He corrects me, “Besides, weren't you too bold, too eager earlier?” He whispers in my ear. I push him away and walk towards the room. It's not lik
“Is the greatest of all, the strongest mafia leader the world has to offer, afraid of flight?” My voice is teasing, eyes twinkling with newly found interest. Elliot scoffs at my face, not admitting it. He plays cool by picking up a glass of liquor. But I can see his discomfort. It's written all over his face. It makes me wonder if he has always been like this. I can't even imagine it. He has to fly all the time for his business. It must be a hassle to always feel uncomfortable and slightly scared while flying, that too so frequently. It's not my first time flying. But it's definitely my first time flying in a private jet. Who would have thought that the girl who was fighting poverty, working overtime to get meals 3 times a day, would have the luxury to ride on a jet like this? Definitely not me. I'm still awestruck by that fact. However, my joy of being in such a majestic vehicle doesn't last long. The reason? Elliot fucking Ivanov. You are wrong if you think I'm saying this because
“Can I talk with you for a while, dad?”I ask him over the phone. “Well, you are talking now, baby girl.” His voice is humorous as he speaks. “Yeah.” I don't let my annoyance show at all, “But I want to talk about something private, something serious.” He sighs loudly over the phone. “If something is bothering you, we should talk face to face. I will swing by your place tonight.” He offers. The affection that he holds for his daughter is unparalleled. It's hard to believe that he has done anything wrong. Maybe it's his love for his daughter which led him to the wrong path. “No need for that. I'm standing right outside your office.” I let him know. I can imagine the confusion on his face. “Then why aren't you coming in?” He proceeds to ask. “Because your secretary told me you are busy with work. So, I decided to call you.” He laughs out at my answer, probably getting the shock of his life that Amber decided to wait and call. “Now that I'm talking to you, I think you are not as bu
“Get dressed.” Elliot orders me in a cold voice after we are done. His behaviour hits me like a bucket of cold water. He was such a gentleman, treating me like a princess. His tone has totally changed. He has come back to his usual cold self which makes him a self-centred jerk. Was I really getting ahead of myself? Is he gonna be more of an asshole to me from now on because he has gotten a taste of me? “Come on, hurry up.” His voice gets rougher, “We haven't gotten all day. What if someone comes through?” He asks, buttoning his shirt which is all crumbled up. “Didn't you say you don't care about what people think about you?” I ask him, my voice bitter and is battered with hurt. “Yeah.” He agrees, using the dresser to check himself out in the mirror, “But I do care what others think about you.” My heart pounds like crazy against my ribcage with that one sentence. Elliot may be the most confusing person I've ever encountered. The rough edge of his voice went into hiding, making an
“Are you gonna sleep now? I know I'm soft and comfortable but, I can't possibly be a substitute for a pillow or a mattress.” Elliot's soft voice brings me back from my reverie. I feel so embarrassed that I don't even want to look up at him and keep burying my face in his chest. Apparently, I've grown so comfortable with him that I don't mind our close proximity. I don't mind that I'm hugging him for my dear life. If my old self peeked into this situation, she would be so surprised to see herself in this position. “Aren't I a jerk anymore?” He jokes humorously, taking his hand off of me. Did he really have to make me so embarrassed? I'm already thinking of digging my own grave. What did I think before breaking into a fit of tears in Elliot's arms? Apparently, nothing. But I'm glad he is at least a decent human being. No. He needs more credit than that. No one held me like that while I cried since my parent's death. No one made me so comfortable without even saying anything. No one ma
Keep telling myself it's a do or die situation, and I need to fight back, I turn back only to find Cara standing behind me. This crazy bitch! I pick myself up quickly before she can take advantage of me being in a disadvantaged position and attack me again. Like I said, she strikes at me again but I dodge her skilfully, causing her to collide with the sink. “I will fucking kill you today, you bitch.” She hisses like a snake, coming towards me again. Just when she thinks she has me in a tight position, I grab her by the hair and turn her around, making her face the mirror. She messed up with the wrong girl if she thought she could easily overpower me. I was never physically weak. My father used to teach me how to fight when I was a little kid because he was a frantic fan of wrestling. I wasn't weak, I was just a coward. I belonged to the bottom of the food chain. How was I supposed to fight with the rich kids who had everyone and everything to back them up? So, I had to keep my mout
Cara isn't as foolish as she lets others believe. She didn't make a haste call to one of her men demanding answers. She called her sister, talking about the design of a girl's dress that she liked. Who could have thought that even at a time like this, she was thinking of her work? She doesn't fool us either. She is trying to distract us, playing safe. While Elliot is busy talking to different people, I get a call from mom. Finding a less quiet place, which would be ideal for the phone call, I pick it up. “How's the date going?” She squeals like a schoolgirl with a crush. Her enthusiasm doesn't cease to make me smile brightly. “Mom.” I say in a gentle yet scolding tone, “We are attending a party, not a date.” I remind her. I can imagine her disappointed face right now. “That's a bummer.” She even sounds disappointed. Sometimes, I feel as if she is stuck in an old person's body. Her spirit is still so young. “Right. It's so sad.” I add, putting salt in her burn. “But I would let y