Having angry sex with a casual lover is hot. After that awful encounter with that lying, good-for-nothing, black-mailing, European ass-crack, Calvin and I returned to my place to blow off some steam (if you know what I mean). It's been a week since then. And I still remember his rough hands, long fingers, and heated tongue. That man is talented. But that's for me to know and you to never find out. I drink my mocha green tea with vanilla-flavored soy milk. The delicious beverage goes down my parched throat, and I moan at the rejuvenation. I lean against the wall of the studio in satisfaction. I am sitting with my legs crossed and my eyes closed. The sound of the door opening makes me open my eyes. I watch as the other dance teacher walks up to me. I inwardly cringe when she tries to wave at me as though we are friends. We're not friends. At all. The young woman is pretty, though. Her lovely hazel skin, green eyes, and curly hair that goes down to her shoulders definitely make h
It's been a few days since the whole ordeal with Jake. Since then, Calvin is picking me up and driving me back to my place. I didn't ask for him to do it, but he insists. The little voice in my head is very thankful for him. The man is very considerate and goes out of his way to make sure that the people around him are safe. As I sit next to Gabrielle, we go over my boy-toy issues. After getting to know her, I find her to be quite likable. She talks a lot, but she's a good listener. Over time, I realize that I do, in fact, like Calvin. Now I'm coming to terms with my feelings for the man. I don't know what to do if I'm honest. It's been so long since my last real relationship, and I'm not sure if he likes me back. The 'agreement' that Calvin and I have is working so well. I don't want to ruin it by telling him I like him. "I mean, what makes him different from the last flings you've had? I'm sure that you only like him because the sex is good," Gabrielle proposes. I sigh and take
"What do you mean that she's not picking up?" I ask in a frantic panic. I watch as Calvin paces back and forth. He keeps doing this until then stops and turns to me. The dread is still fresh on his face. Instead of his suit being iron-pressed like usual, it is wrinkled; like his brow. "I mean, that she hasn't responded to my texts and didn't pick up my calls," Calvin rushes out. He paces back and forth, and worry is plastered on his face. I sigh and walk up to him. I place him into my arms around him and embrace him. Seeing his worry for his sister makes me upset. He places his head on my shoulder. His labored breathing slows down. I expect him to break apart, but we stay like this for a little while longer. I am not in a good space right now, either. Both of us have been trying to contact Christine after Vittorio told me that she hasn't been replying to his texts. Sometimes she will go to visit Calvin. However, her whereabouts were unknown the moment he said he didn't know. Tha
Today is the day. Calvin and I were at Vittorio's house the previous night. I laid out my plan, and they both thought that it was a good idea. I will pick up Calvin from his place and then we will go over to see Christine. It's been about two weeks since the whole ordeal with my ass-crack of a boss. Since then, he and the new dancer have been seeing each other. I'm glad that she is happy, but I wish she could be with any other person on earth. That man is a creep behind a good-looking exterior. And all I want is for her to be safe. I honestly don't know what she sees in him. I may have warmed up to her a little. Because now she and I are sitting in my studio eating together. My last class was about half an hour ago, and I can technically go home. But I like the company. I found out that her name is Gabrielle, she moved here from Mexico, and she is the youngest of four siblings. Two brothers and a sister. "How is creating your choreography for your recital going? You will be per
I thank the delivery person and hand them a good tip. I bring the pizza and diet beverage to Christine's couch. I open the box and feel my mouth salivating from the delicious circle in front of me. Quite frankly, if Calvin wasn’t here, I would’ve devoured the pizza with complete ease. “This looks so good,” Calvin groans, I hum in agreement and take a slice. Calvin closes his eyes and says grace before he eats. I always forget that he is a Christian. I’m not saying that in a bad way. It’s just that with our casual relationship, I’d assume he would want to save like Christine. As I stuff my face with the delicious food, I remember Johnathan’s words. Something between Calvin and Christine caused him to not visit for over five years. I don’t know what (or who) it was, but curiosity is chewing my mind. Did he and Christine have a huge fight? Did someone get in between them? I really want to know. I swallow my food and look up to face him. “Calvin,” I mumble. The man turns to me with his
Tonight is a night that I will remember for the rest of my life. I don’t even know how to tell you that can properly describe how Calvin makes me feel. It isn’t just his hot skin against mine or the way he caresses my body like I’m a precious jewel. It’s because of the way my amplified feelings for him are causing me to feel everything tenfold. We are on the couch, basking in each other's presence. I slowly reach down for his prize below, but he then stops me. Does he want to stop? I put my hand away and I'm about to apologize, but he stops me. "Jessica, wait. I have a spare room that we can use. I don't think Christine would appreciate sleeping on her couch," Calvin explains. I nod, understanding that we can be in a much more private place. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I apologize. Calvin smiles and he lifts off of the couch. "Don't apologize, I also can't wait to sleep with you. I think it would be better if we do it in a better place than a couch," Calvin rea
I'm having a conversation with the receptionist on my phone. The woman that works in my local clinic rolls her eyes over the line as I try making an appointment tomorrow. She is telling me that the earliest day for an appointment with him is next Sunday, but I have to meet Stan on that day. I know what you're thinking and stop it. I still don't trust that man and his true intentions with Christine. But I have to say that he was right about my feeling for Calvin. Calvin and I are doing fine, and even though I can't stand the lying ass-crack, I'm going to give him a chance. Stan is going above and beyond to prove his good intentions. Calvin already trusts him (somehow), but I can't be too sure. There are some horrible people on this earth. And even though they may seem nice at first, their true selves usually show later on. And if that fucker lays a finger on Christine, then I will kick his ass. I don't care that he's at least five inches taller than me, and has more body mass. "Why
Cooking breakfast for me consists of a bowl of cereal. That’s it. I don’t know what else to tell you. Now things are changing for the better. In the past four days, I have been cooking eggs, and bacon, chopping vegetables, and even making my lunch for work. I will admit that this is thanks to Calvin. I don’t know why but with him by my side, I feel like I can accomplish anything. He actively helps me cook around the kitchen, and he makes cooking fun for me (a true miracle worker). Calvin has to attend an online meeting he's hosting. It will be about four hours long. I did tell him that he can stay at my home. However, I won't be home until late. He doesn't want to stress me out so he politely declined. I'm thankful that he is taking my well-being seriously. I don't want him to be in the midst of something happening today. Calvin is standing next to me, cutting the vegetables. Meanwhile, I’m on the stove cooking our breakfast. I turn to my left and quickly pick a carrot piece and pop
I truly did not think that I would meet someone like Seth. He is funny, sweet, and his presence makes me smile. I even told him about my daughter, and he accepted the information. Maybe when I am ready, I will introduce him to my little Addie. I see a future with him. I just hope that I am not getting my hopes up. As we cuddle on his couch and watch ‘To Love and Lose’ I look up and stare into his handsome face. He looks down at me and his aqua eyes takes a glimpse of my soul. We lean into each other, and our lips meet in a heart-warming embrace. Seth slides his hands onto my cheek as he deepens the kiss. I
I don't think that dating is for me. Honestly, I haven't even moved on. He occupies my mind, I feel him everywhere as I long for his protected touch. I dream about him with fantasies of what could've, should've, and would've been. I'm pretty sure that my therapist's eyes reached the back of his head when I mentioned one word about him. He suggests that I move on. He goes on to say that I need to preoccupy my mind with the closure that Calvin gave me. I agree with him wholeheartedly. Moving is the right thing to do, but I don't know where to start. "I'm giving up," The constant banging echoing on the stage is interrupted by my declaration. Gabrielle, with her ballet shoes still in her hands, twists her head at almost the speed of light. A shiver runs down my spine as those green orbs stare into my essence. "I don't think that it's right for me to date right now. I mean, after everything between Calvin and I, I feel like I'm betraying him," Gabrielle slams the pointe shoes. I can
I'm so done right now. As the cynical cephalopod says in the television show about marine animals: Another day, another migraine. I enjoy being promoted. That statement needs to be put out there. I'm not complaining about getting the job that I have wanted since University. The hours are good, the pay is even better, and I can even see the behind-the-scenes of many events. It's amazing and I love everything about this occupation. It doesn't mean that there aren't any downsides to this job. One of the main problems is finding someone to replace my old position. This would be fine if I wasn't pregnant. Thanks to the embezzling creep, my request for maternal leave has been temporarily denied. Turns out that finding a new replacement is a must. As the managing department stated 'the first task as the new manager of Little Celia's Ballet Studio is to choose the next lead dancer', so I have to do this before I can take care of myself and my little bun. Words cannot begin the absolut
"How does that make you feel," My therapist asks for the nth time. I sigh at his question. I'm trying to not get annoyed. However, this conversation doesn't seem to go anywhere. "I mean, it doesn't feel good at all. My mom was abusive to me and caused me to become like this. That woman never loved me, she never cared for me, and she left me when I needed her the most," I respond. I have already gone over my mother with Dr. Khumalo. He knows that it is still a touchy subject for me, she is already gone. "Yes. We have gone over the actions inflicted on you by her. However, I have noticed that you have not grieved her passing," I released a huff of disbelief. Does he expect me to grieve her? I'm glad that the woman is dead. "I don't care. She should've thought of that before abusing me. I hate her," The LCPC writes down some things in his notebook. I sigh, I don't like that he's writing all of this down. I know that it's his job but I still feel judged by him. "Your hatred for your
Life is crazy. You don't know what you're doing most of the time. And even if you do something right, other people will screw you over. Jessica Williams has been on this earth for almost twenty-eight years, and she is afraid of the future. All of them pale in comparison to the hardship she experienced at the beginning of August. In the beginning, the woman was heartbroken, sad, and alone. She didn't feel like herself anymore. Waking up knowing that the of her life is gone were small cuts to her already bleeding heart. The woman misses the man she adores every single day. After realizing that he also reciprocated her feelings, her loneliness grew. The day he left her, the man took a piece of her with him. Soon, things got better. Over the span of weeks and months, the woman is learning to grow as a person. Jessica knows that this isn't the end of the world. Every day is a stepping stone. Some days are better than others. But she knows that she will never give up. The young woman w
I royally fucked up big time. Calvin is gone, Christine is mad at me, and John is disappointed in me. I get it, I have become the bad guy in this scenario and I feel like shit. To Christine, it might appear that I am lying. There is no way that she doesn't think that I did sleep with 'Stan'. I didn't. However, it seems that no amount of convincing with stop her from reaching that conclusion. Vittorio is a faithful man (even though I hate to admit it). The adoration he has for her is more than genuine. Now, thanks to me, the man is fully dedicated to finding his father. Through solemn words and empty expression, he explains that Christine packed her things and left their home. After demanding an answer from him and receiving none, Christine left. No matter how hard he tries contacting her, she has (temporarily) blocked him. He's trying all that he can to bring her back. This means that he will need to find his father faster. This is putting him under a lot of pressure. Great, n
He's gone. Calvin is gone. And I feel so empty. I don't even know how to describe his loss. He's returning to the states in a few weeks. I can tell that I will be missing him more; if that's even possible. Everything around me reminds me of him, and the thought of losing anything from him makes me sad. A tender hand rubs over my belly with care and tenderness. I look down and continue rubbing. I couldn't go through with the procedure. I've decided that, despite my mistakes, it's still someone's child. Despite being unprepared, I am willing to raise it with the love and adoration that I never got from my own mother. Raising this child isn't going to be easy, but I know that I can do it. Sometimes in life, you have to take charge of your mistakes and own up to them. What's the worst that can happen? Sitting on my porch and thinking is nice, it gives me a good idea of what I will do to plan for the future, like my job. Because of how rigorous my job is in terms of body fitness,
I'm trying, okay? As someone who cares for Calvin a lot, I am making an effort to ignore the first time he's EVER yelled at me. It's understandable though. No one is perfect, and sometimes you can't keep your composure. A week has gone by since my recital and our dinner. And each new day is making me feel so anxious. Why can't he just tell me what is going on? Does he not trust me? Is he thinking of breaking up with me? "Ms. Williams, are you okay?" I look down and see that Marie is tugging my pant leg. Worry is painted on the innocent girl's face. I sigh and nod. I muster up the non-existent composure and resume my class. Great, now my students are noticing my behavior. But I can't help it. I'm having a crisis right now. Luckily our class goes by smoothly, and 3 pm comes. And on queue, the parents come in and pick up the children. Once the class is empty, I pack my stuff and leave. I need to clear my head. As I walk to the exit, I see Marie sitting on the bench once again. Loo
Tonight is the night of the recital. All of my hard work and my students' progress will be displayed for the audience to see. We have managed to rehearse wonderfully in the Royal Alexandre Theatre, and they seem to be in the right positions on the stage floor. This is crazy. Unlike my usual recitals, Jake went all out and sent tickets to everyone. Now the theatre is fully booked. He even got members of the Toronto Symphony Orchestra to play the violin concerto. He also hired movers who moved a harpsichord underneath the stage. My nerves crawl all over me and a cold chill follows. Dedication and devotion are evident in these children. And yet a simple trip or a wrong step can ruin everything. I huddle all of my class around a circle, and we put our heads in the centre. "Okay everyone, this is what all of our hard work is for. Let's make the people watching us be struck by our amazing dancing and storytelling. And backstage, we have some pizza as a reward," The kids smile and titte