“ This is the very reason why I said I will go with you but you refused me to come. I’m sure if I was there by your side, that bastard wouldn’t have dared to touch you. Stupid punk!” Antonio growled and whined in the car as we drove back home. Veins popped out on his head and on his hand as he grabbed the steering wheel very aggressively. I remained mute like a student who was caught in the act of cheating during an exam. I was traumatized and talking wasn’t the right action to take at that point. Antonio was so an her y and I knew interjecting would have gotten even more angry. I was grateful and fortunate that he listened to my voice when I called him. And told him to stop or else I wondered what would have happened to the blonde pervert. “You should have allowed me break fucking single bones of that don of a bitch so that when next he sees a woman, he would scram.” He thundered and banged husband on the steering wheel. He drove so fast at some point I feared for my dear life.“It
I stood at the door in stupefaction as I watched Kira give me a death stare. Her eyes were like fireballs ready to roast me from my head to toe. “Choose Guila!” She snapped and turned back to Guila who was lost in it all. I could see tension on her face. “You don’t have to worry Guila, I will come back later. I will just leave this here for you so you’d eat” I smiled and walked closely to where they sat on the bed and placed the tray of food on the table beside Guilas bed. Kira’s eyes didn’t leave me and I could feel them roaming all over my body. I stood up to leave and whiffed Guila another smile. What she had on her face wasn’t a smile, neither was it a frown. It was something different. I’d be right to say it was a mixture of them both. “Wait” Guila grabbed my left wrist softly. I dropped my eyes on her one more time. “Stay, Olga”. My eyes narrowed down at her. “Oh wow! You have made your choice, haven't you!? You chose a total stranger Russian cunt over your own blood. Rid
“Come here!” Dima clasped my waist and jolted me closer to himself. His chest mashed firmly on my breasts and his eyes lingered in mine. I felt a fresh shoot of blood in my veins. It was a tremendous moment, and I marveled at it. “I miss you” I hit my lower lips seductively and brought my face closer to his. It was a week now after the brouhaha at Taormina. Dima was back home, well, but still recuperating. I had missed him so much and this was the first time we were having a quiet time since he returned. I had to sneak into his room to attain it. “I kept thinking about you, My Olga” His right hand left my waist and grabbed my chin. It was a delicate hold but it made my legs weak and cowering. I watched as his lips wavered at every word articulation. “ I couldn’t get you off my mind” he added and smoother my forehead tenderly. There was a haul like my body was electrocuted by the merging of his lips and my skin. It was an exquisite feeling I got. Butterflies truly flew in my belly.“
“ Please don’t do that. It’s for your own good” I shook my head while still having a firm hold of Kira’s hand. Her eyes were gleaming like a furnace. Pieces of sweat dissolved and dripped all around her face. “How dare you hold my hand!?” She barked and pulled her hand off my grasp. “What’s going on?” Guila asked as she was fully down on the floor. I didn’t really pay attention to her, I had a bigger shark in front of me. “This Stupid Russian cunt had the stomach to hold my hand!” Kira reported to Guila with her eyes jutting out of their sockets. “I only did that for your own good” I knew what was going to happen if I had let Kira slap me. I was quite certain Antonio wasn’t going to take things lightly with her if he was to find out that she touched his wife, his pride. I couldn’t get the image of the scene at the restaurant off my head. It stuck to my head like glue, vivid and lucid. “Why did you even try slapping her Kira? You are going too far!” Guila snapped and swished her h
“Good night,” Antonio let out to me and lay peacefully on his side of the bed. He wrapped the duvet which stopped around his waist. He faced the roof like he normally does when sleeping. I was mute with tears in my eyes. I didn’t know why I even felt the way I felt. I don’t know why I felt some kind of pang In my chest. I wasn’t even sure if it was a lipstick on his shirt. It might have been blood as usual. Probably it was just my thoughts running wild. Numerous thoughts scrambled into my head and it made my head ache. I tucked my hands inside and left them on my chest. Minutes had passed since Antonio turned off the light and slept. I wasn’t so sure if he had slept off yet but I presumed he had. I pulled off the bed and dropped my legs on the floor. I felt cold which grasped my legs. My heart was pumping blood rapidly. My phone chimed. I turned to check who it was from because since I got married, I hadn’t gotten any message from my family nor had I gotten a call from them. I mea
Antonio stood with a towel enfolded around his neck. He still had remains of water on his body. His eyes flickered at me with his hands folded. I relinquished my tongue and just gawked at him in fear and fright with the suit in my hand. “I ummm” I stuttered around as I tried to avoid direct eye contact with him for a long time. I couldn’t even lie that I wanted to pick out what belonged to me because I apparently had his suit in my hand. His grimace alone made me totally uneasy. “I just wanted to help you get your suit ready for work.” I puffed with my lips quivering at the slightly muffled voice. He said nothing to me but just remained dormant but his eyes did not leave my face. His eyes alone made me feel like numerous people were staring at me. More like a paparazzi “I will drop it for… you” I stammered with the ounce of confidence left in me. I moved to the bed and dropped his suit. I was about to jerk off but that was my chance. I slightly shifted the side of the blazer to h
“What are you doing here?”Guila’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I was in the study room. It was also Antonio’s workspace when he was at home but he wasn’t home today. “Guila,” I sounded calmly while I ceased running my fingers gently on the rims of the book that were stacked up on the shelf.“How did you know I am here?” I quizzed while she walked towards me. I halted my hand movement and turned to her. “I went to your room and didn’t find you there. I then went to the kitchen but didn’t see you. Greta and she told me she saw you going to the study room.” Guila placed her hand on my arm.I veered around fully and sighed before I returned to one of the couches in the room with a book in my hand. “ What brought you to the study room?” Guila queried. “I just wanted some peace” I exhaled and closed my eyes with little or no enthusiasm. It had been three days since the suit cum lipstick saga. I still couldn’t get it off my head. After that day, Antonio and I had not spoken to eac
I still stood in the room staring at the photo in my hand. No, I can't illustrate how my heart felt. My legs were depleted. I stood up from the couch but fell right back down into the divan. My lips became hot and clumps of saliva found their way down my throat. I sighed and licked my lips with my eyes bulging out. I skimmed through the book for possible clues as to who the lady was but then I saw nothing. A number of thoughts crammed my head. Thoughts like perhaps she was the woman who kissed Antonio on his shirt. I felt awkward and betrayed. I knew I shouldn’t have felt betrayed because of my relationship with Dima, but I don’t know why it hurt. I knew I didn’t care about Antonio but the feeling was unexplainable. I placed the photo back into the back and rushed to put it back on the shelf before Antonio might find me. It was still afternoon and he always came back home late in the night but he could never be predicted. Predicting Antonio would be predicting what God wants to do o
A mere seven days had passed since the tumultuous saga that had left our lives in disarray. Amidst the chaos, Antonio, always the thoughtful one, proposed a change of scenery. He suggested a brief respite in the picturesque paradise of Fiji, a mere three-day escape from our troubled world. As I reclined on a comfortable chaise lounge, the ethereal spectacle of the sun setting over the horizon unfolded before me. Its golden hues cast dancing reflections upon the tranquil waters, offering a soothing balm to my troubled soul. After the storm, a modicum of serenity was what we all craved, and Antonio, in his infinite wisdom, provided just that.In the quietude of that moment, my mind wandered to Guila. How had she managed to orchestrate her enigmatic partnership with the enigmatic Triad at such a tender age? It was a riddle that confounded not only me but also Dima. The intricacies of her dealings with Dima, a man shrouded in mystery himself, left me in a perpetual state of bewilderment. C
“Guila!” I called out, my voice trembling with disbelief and shock, as I found myself utterly stunned by the sight before me. It was undeniably Guila standing there, right in front of my eyes, and my heart seemed to skip countless beats in response.The deafening symphony of gunfire came to an abrupt halt as Antonio, equally dumbfounded and bewildered as I, urgently signaled his men to cease fire. Even the formidable Triad members, their weapons still raised, appeared momentarily paralyzed by the unexpected turn of events.“Guila,” Antonio’s voice quivered with a mixture of astonishment and confusion as he spoke her name. He took a tentative step forward, his eyes never leaving his long-lost sister, as though drawn by an invisible force compelling him to confront this surreal moment. “How on earth is this possible? What in the name of all that’s holy is happening here?” His voice carried a perplexed urgency, echoing the sentiment shared by everyone present.“Brother,” Guila responded,
Antonio and I embarked on a journey in the car, a journey filled with uncertainty and foreboding, as we headed toward the precise location where Marino had cryptically hinted that Dima could be found. It was a venture that had begun with resistance; Antonio, initially reluctant to have me accompany him, had attempted to disinvest me from joining this perilous pursuit. My determination, however, proved unyielding, and through persuasive persistence, I managed to sway his opinion, compelling him to change his mind.As we settled into the car’s cozy interior and initiated our drive, I couldn’t help but be swept away by the world outside. The night sky was a canvas adorned with countless stars, each one a brilliant beacon in the vast cosmic tapestry. Their collective radiance illuminated the heavens, casting a mesmerizing glow that both captivated and comforted me. The soft, soothing breeze that gently caressed my face seemed to be a harbinger of the journey’s challenges, promising both s
“Why, Dima? Why did you have to do this?” My voice wavered as I found myself sitting amidst the luxurious grandeur of the room’s intricate decor. It was the same night, and I perched beside the bed, my legs drawn up and my arms wrapped around them, seeking solace in their embrace.The world had lost its coherence, leaving me awash in a sea of bewildering emotions. Tears flowed freely, mingling with my thoughts as I tried to decipher the enigma that was Dima’s inexplicable actions. I reached for my phone, an electronic lifeline that, to my dismay, remained stubbornly out of touch with his. How could someone I had known intimately for so long suddenly transform into a perplexing enigma? It was as though our shared history had been a mere illusion, evaporating into the ether.With each drawn breath came heavy sighs, laden with the weight of unanswered questions. “I need answers, Dima!” I declared, springing abruptly from my position on the floor. The stark contrast between my emotional t
“No, this simply cannot be true,” I whispered, my mind struggling to reconcile the impossible scene unfolding before my very eyes. It felt as though I had been thrust into a nightmarish tableau, and my eyes brimmed with disbelief. My hand shook uncontrollably, desperately clutching onto something solid for support, as if the ground itself threatened to give way beneath me.The word “No” escaped my quivering lips like a mantra, an involuntary chant in the face of this heart-wrenching revelation. I shook my head repeatedly, as though by sheer force of will, I could erase the undeniable truth that lay before me. But it was futile; there was no escaping it—it was Dima, unmistakably and undeniably Dima, and no one else.Antonio’s voice, surprisingly gentle in the midst of the emotional tempest, cut through the deafening silence. “I hope you believe me now,” he said, his eyes holding steady on mine. Slowly, I turned to him, my fingers gently releasing their grip on the phone that had brought
“I’ve got a lot swirling around in my head right now, and I’m not really sure where to start,” Jane confessed, her voice quivering slightly. Her visible unease hinted at the weight she’d been carrying in her heart. Tyler’s focus was increasingly drawn in by the intensity of the situation. His gaze grew more resolute as he studied her, his eyes fixed intently upon her.“I’m here to lend an ear,” Tyler offered sincerely, his eagerness to hear Jane’s thoughts palpable. “By the way, it’s quite noisy here. If you’d prefer, we could continue this conversation in my car,” he suggested, providing an alternative option for a quieter and more private setting.Amidst the cacophony of the surroundings, Jane’s apprehension seemed to blend with the ambient noise, making it even more essential for them to find a more serene environment to discuss matters. Tyler’s compassionate offer held a touch of understanding, recognizing the need for a space where Jane could freely share her thoughts without the
Gazing at Antonio, I found myself lost in a sea of contemplation, grappling with the complexity of his words. A jittery feeling coursed through me, like the flutter of a thousand butterflies taking flight within my chest. My lips quivered as if they held unspoken truths, but the words remained elusive, dancing just beyond my reach. I was enveloped in a peculiar silence, a silence that spoke volumes of the emotions that churned within me.In that suspended moment, I was confronted with the realization that my response held the power to shape the delicate equilibrium of our connection. My thoughts raced like wild stallions, each one vying for attention, each emotion vying for expression. It was as if the crossroads Tyler had led me to was a convergence of paths, a convergence of emotions, leaving me standing at the intersection of introspection and vulnerability.And so, as I looked into his eyes, my gaze a mirror reflecting the depth of my emotions, I understood that this question wasn
The words hung in the air like an impenetrable fog, each syllable carrying a weight that seemed to press down on my chest. "No way," I repeated, my voice a shaky whisper that struggled to find footing amidst the tumultuous emotions that surged within me. The revelation felt like a seismic shift, an earthquake that shattered the reality I had known.My eyes remained wide, as if by sheer force of will I could unmask the truth behind this perplexing revelation. The disbelief was etched across my features, my brow furrowed as my mind grappled with the incongruity of it all. "Dima? Killed Guila?" I muttered, as if saying the words aloud would somehow bring clarity to the chaos in my thoughts.Antonio's calm demeanor juxtaposed starkly with my inner turmoil. His gaze held mine with unwavering serenity, as though he had anticipated my shock and turmoil all along. There was a depth to his eyes, a well of understanding that transcended the words he was about to say. My own emotions were a mael
The sensation of his lips against mine was electric, a powerful current that surged through my veins. It felt as though he had dismantled all the barriers that had previously stood between us during moments of intimacy. This kiss was a revelation, a testament to the transformation that had taken hold of him. As our lips melded, it was like I was kissing an entirely different person—a person who had shed his armor to expose his true self.His hand found its way to the nape of my neck, pulling me in deeper as the kiss intensified. Our lips moved with a fervor that echoed the depth of our emotions, and our tongues danced in a tantalizing exchange. Soft moans and whispered grunts escaped from us, lost in the rhythm of our passionate embrace. With every brush of our lips, every mingling of our breaths, I felt a tantalizing sensation that was entirely new. It was as though I was kissing him for the first time, a revelation that defied our history and redefined the boundaries of our connecti