I take in a deep breath, inhaling the warm, intoxicating scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and pumpkin. A unique-smelling cologne, but one that is both sophisticated and delicious. We put on our seat belts, and he starts the engine up with a roar, surprising me. He chuckles at my reaction, pulls out into the road, and sets off towards my place.“What kind of car is this?” I inquire to fill the silence.“Ferrari SF90 Stradale Spider,” he announces proudly like that should mean something to me.“What made you get it?”“It combines exhilarating performance with open-air driving and Italian design,” he says with a dreamy sigh.“You sound like a car salesman,” I snigger.He chuckles, briefly smiling over at me, “Okay, I just really love how it looks.”I discreetly pull out my phone and Google the car. My eyes nearly fall out of my head when I see the price. I’m sitting in a $1.4 million car?! I cautiously look around me, suddenly feeling terrified to so much as leave a microscopic scratch on thi
I enter the kitchen, juggling multiple plates, glasses, and cutlery like a circus performer. I reach the sink and carefully place down the dirty dishes, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my forearm.“It’s like every man and his goat is at the diner today,” remarks Estaban as he works the grill like a pro.“Dog, Estaban. The expression is, ‘every man and his dog’,” corrects Áine gently.“Goat, dog, cat, who cares?” he shrugs nonchalantly, making us chuckle.“You’re not wrong though. It’s only ever this busy during the holidays.”It’s only twelve o'clock and we’re already run off our feet. I feel like I should check my steps for the day because it has to be high. Neither of my jobs are high-perspiration jobs, and yet here I am soaking my pits because I’m running from table to table juggling orders and questions.As I grab a few sips of water from my water bottle, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I take it out and smile broadly when I see it’s a text from Julian.~ Let
I close my eyes in regret. “Go away, Dylan.”“You have a date with Julian Easton? Bull fucking shit,” he scoffs, walking over and standing between us.“It’s none of your business, so like she said, go away,” snaps Áine.“I wasn’t talking to you lard-ass,” he says snidely, the instant hurt filling Áine’s face.I jump to my feet, “That does it. You seriously need to back the fuck off. I am so sick of your shit. I’m sick of you harassing me and every other woman here, and the gross name-calling. You intruded on our conversation, she was in her right to say what she said, but you had no right to say that to her,” I snap at him, my voice rising with every word.“What the hell is going on?” calls out Estaban, coming over with a large ladle in his hand like he’s ready to use it as a weapon.Dylan’s eyes narrow into angry slits, his nostrils flare, his jaw ticks and he clenches his fists as if he’s ready to throw a punch. “I should have fucking known you were like all the other women in this
This week has gone by slower than a sloth crossing the road!I rarely have anywhere to go or anything to do, so I’ve never felt in a rush for time to move forward, but my date with Julian on Sunday has made this entire week feel like it’s going so slow that it’s going to start moving backwards soon.Bad news first. Dylan was not fired. I know. I’m shocked as well. Apparently, Gary had every intention of firing the little pervert, but then his sister came rushing to her baby boy's defence, begging Gary to give him another chance. And because he obviously lacks a backbone, he bent over backwards to accommodate his sister. So now we’re still stuck with him, and it’s been hell.Gary has put him on probation, but it means nothing to him. I get the feeling that for his entire life, Dylan’s mum has bailed him out of trouble, so he’s never had to learn to take accountability for his actions, and it’s really doing him and everyone around him a great disservice. It’s also turned him into a gian
I take my tray to the bar, and as I lean on it, I briefly stretch out my back to stop it from locking up. The lounge is always busy on a Friday and Saturday night, but this Friday seems to be extra busy. Why are both of my jobs running me off my feet this week.?“Can I get a Tom Collins, a glass of the Four Roses, and a glass of the 2010 Pionero Cabernet Sauvignon?”“Coming up,” Chayton nods, working on my drink order.I turn to tend to my tables only to crash into a human wall. I stumble back but firm hands catch me and hold me steady.“I’m so sorry!” I instinctively cry out. I look up into familiar hazel eyes and gulp when I register where I’ve seen them before.“I just seem to keep knocking you down,” Mr Chapman teases with a contrite look on his face.“It was entirely my fault this time, Mr Chapman,” I reassure him.He lets me go and slides his hands into the pocket of his slacks allowing me to register how different he looks from the first time I saw him. He’s gone from casual to
Suddenly Julian looks up, his sapphire eyes lock on mine and his flirty smile morphs into dread. I quickly walk off, making my way towards the staff room because the last thing I want is to make a scene or be part of a scene. I am not that kind of person, and I really don’t want that kind of attention at my place of employment.I walk off as fast as I can when I start hearing Julian call my name, but I do my best to ignore him. As I keep walking, I hear his voice getting louder until I feel a strong hand grip my arm and spin me around.“Lani, would you just stop!”I yank my arm back harshly, “Do not manhandle me. Don’t even try it,” I snap at him.He holds his arms up in surrender, “Okay, I’m sorry, but can we please talk?”“What’s there to talk about? I know what I saw, and you can’t convince me otherwise.” I take a deep breath, centre myself, then look up at him calmly. “Look we’re not dating, we’re not a couple, so you can do what you want, but I don’t play those stupid games and I
I step back as far as I can in this shoebox-sized bathroom and lift myself onto my tippy toes to get a better look at myself in the mirror. I’m probably dressed all wrong for a date at an A-list celebrities penthouse apartment, but I think I still look nice. I’ve picked out one of the nicer dresses I own, it’s a short red, pink, orange and white spaghetti strap dress with a pleated waist with ruffles. It’s fun and delicate and makes me think of a sunset the way the colours all blend into each other. I’ve got my hair up in a high pony and have done light makeup, just some mascara, lip oil and a light body shimmer. Nothing too extravagant.Feeling satisfied, I go to put on some of my favourite perfume only to realise it’s not where I left it. I look around but can’t seem to find it. I take a breath trying not to get frustrated. Why is it always when you want something that you suddenly can’t find it? Maybe I ran out and just forgot. I grab one of the small tester vials I keep from when I
The elevator doors open, and my jaw drops to the floor as I see the inside of his apartment. He seems to snap out of it, tugging my arm and guiding me into the penthouse as I continue to look at it like a gaping fish. It is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the largest and most exquisite penthouse I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen something this extravagant in the movies.Dim lighting illuminates various spots in this grand, open layout, two-story penthouse with hardwood floors, made all the more grand by enormous floor-to-ceiling glass windows that wrap around the entire penthouse and have to be no less than thirty feet tall, with long black shades drawn back to give way to a breathtaking view of the city. The sun is setting and the city lights are beginning to twinkle like beautiful gems in the distance.I feel Julian let me go as I walk further in, taking in the spacious room. A minimalistic seating area acts as a living area, with a grand staircase to the right leading
Three years LaterI continue to stir the pot on the stove while studying the textbook I have propped up on the counter like a recipe book. Next week is the week I go for my teaching license, and I am a bundle of nerves. I thought when I moved to the US I had to give up my dreams of being a teacher and that all my hard work and education were wasted, but since moving back to the Dominican Republic I’ve spent the last few years diving back into my studies and working hard to get my teaching license and get enough teaching experience to get a job as an educator.Ideally, I would love to teach children under the age of 9, but just being able to get a job anywhere as a teacher would be a dream come true. I thought Julian was insane when he suggested me moving back home, but when he said he wanted to move with me I was sure he’d lost his mind.I feared Julian would struggle to adjust to life here, but he’s taken to Dominican life like a fish to water and he is exceptionally good at the langu
I burst into applause, cheering like an over-enthusiastic groupie as Irina finishes debuting the first song from her very first album. My cheeks hurt from smiling as she takes her bow and throws an excited wave our way that I eagerly return.“I knew she’d make it here,” Áine declares, cheering beside me.I smile and nod in agreement, clapping with all the other guests. I quickly glance around, realising Áine is now standing alone.“Where did your guy vanish off to?” I query.“Bathroom,” she answers, getting that same adorable flush in her freckled cheeks whenever I call her boyfriend ‘her guy’.I can’t believe how much has changed in a year.My life has improved in ways I never expected. I absolutely love my job and as it turns out, I am really good at baking. I always liked to dabble, but it was never something I did outside of a sweet craving or wanting to do something for someone’s birthday. In the past year, I’ve gone from working front of house at the bakery to being one of the b
I’ve been debating on this next question but avoiding it won’t do any good so it’s best to just rip the band-aid off.“Have you heard from Carter?” I ask apprehensively.His body tenses and I see him take in a deep breath through his nose.“I’ve not heard from him, but someone else reached out recently…” he responds evasively.The evidence against Carter was overwhelming, especially when police searched his home and found the evidence that he had been stalking me for months, including all the items he’d stolen from my apartment that I was completely unaware of. I’ve switched perfumes for that very reason. He was looking at up to thirty years in prison for a long list of charges from stalking to aggravated assault, attempting murder, sexual assault, holding someone against their will, animal cruelty, burglary and breaking and entering. He ended up pleading guilty - much to my relief - because it meant we didn’t have to go to trial. The only downside was that he agreed to a guilty plea
I sit patiently waiting, nursing my cup of coffee as I watch the pedestrians passing along the sidewalk going about their day. I glance down at my watch seeing it’s now 12:10 pm, making him ten minutes late. I take a slow sip of my coffee deciding to give it another five minutes, which was the right decision because a minute later, Julian rushes over.“I’m so sorry I’m late, the traffic is insane today,” he pants.I stand up, giving him a kind smile. “It happens, but you’re here now.”He relaxes and goes in to hug me. As I move in to return the gesture we freeze awkwardly with our arms raised in the same position. We each go to switch our positioning, resulting in the same problem. We let out an awkward chuckle at our miscommunication as Julian runs his fingers through his hair.“This used to be easier,” he muses.I take the opportunity and move in, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. I feel his body relax as he wraps his arms around me, giving me a comforting squeeze.“It’s good to
“Miss? Miss?” a voice gently whispers. I open my eyes and see the nurse from earlier hovering over me. “Mr Easton is out of surgery and recovering nicely. I thought you’d like to know,” she says kindly.I spring up, immediately feeling my head spin and throb. “Where is he? Can I see him?” I ask in a rush.“He’s in recovery, but yes, you can go and see him.”I throw back the covers and jump out of bed, instantly regretting it when my knees give way. Thankfully the nurse has quick reflexes and catches me, helping me back onto the bed.“You’re not going to see anyone like that.”“Please, I have to see him. I have to know he’s okay,” I stress, starting to panic.“Breathe or you’ll end up passing out,” she warns. “Now stay put while I grab a wheelchair and then I’ll take you up to see him.”I let out a deep breath. “Thank you so much,” I say appreciatively.“Your boyfriend is very lucky to have such a concerned girlfriend,” she teases.I frown, suddenly feeling awkward. “Actually, he’s my
“I’m sorry if this hurts,” the nurse gently apologises as she cleans and dresses my head wound.I mumble a reply, my eyes fixed on my hands in my lap. The nurse did her best to clean me up, but I can still see the dried blood embedded around my nails and cuticles. I pick at it, trying desperately to get rid of it but it won’t go away.When I was admitted, the nurses took photos of my injuries. They did that the last time I was attacked too but this time it felt so much worse; so much more invasive. They took photos of my head, face, hands, wrists, ankles and chest. I guess there were marks there too but I don’t want to think about it. They did so many other things, but I just tried to tune it all out, even though they were being so kind and gentle the entire time and always asking if I was okay to continue. I wasn’t, but I just wanted to get it over with.“Excuse me, we were hoping to have a word with Miss Contreras,” announces a masculine voice.I look up to see a male and female off
Suddenly I hear a knock at the door and my tears stop dead in their tracks. Hope floods my system when I realise someone might be able to save me from this hell.Carter is quickly up on his feet, retrieving the knife and pressing it to my throat as he leans in and whispers in my ears, “Not a fucking sound, do you understand me?”I stare at the door, hope and panic rolling through me. Help is just on the other side of the door and yet it’s never felt further away. Another couple knocks rap on the door, followed by a voice I never wanted to hear again but now couldn’t be more grateful for.“Nalani? It’s me, Julian,” sounds his sorrowful voice. “I really hope you’re in there. I’ve been trying for days to reach you. I know you don’t ever want to see me again, I just…I just need you to know how sorry I am,” he sighs.Carter fists the back of my hair painfully and as I look up I see the rage filling his eyes. If I don’t do something, he’s likely to kill me out of anger and I am not ready to
[TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter depicts mild moments of SA. This may be disturbing or triggering for some readers, for those people, please proceed to the following chapter. To those who choose to read on, please proceed with caution]As I start to wake up I feel a horrible and familiar throbbing ache in my head and the skin on the side of my face feels tight and crusty, like something has begun to set there. I try to open my eyes, but my vision is blurry. I blink a few times and with each action, my vision starts to clear a little more. I immediately realise I’m in my apartment but I don’t remember coming inside. The courtyard lights shine through my window allowing me to see my room. I go to move but feel a sharp tug that makes me wince.Confusion and panic flood my system when I glance down and see that I’m sitting in one of my kitchen chairs with duct tape binding my wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair. My breath starts coming in fast bursts as I try to yank and pul
Immediately I feel dread wash over me and those unpleasant gut bubbles rising in my stomach. The urge to check behind me starts to creep in and quickly my head begins to spin.“You couldn’t have phrased that another way?” Áine chastises Irina.“Nothing terrible has happened,” Irina quickly assures me, only easing my dread by a fraction.“Then why did you sound all foreboding like that?” I prod, breathing through my anxiety as Áine rubs soothing circles on my back.“Okay, so that’s on me. I was just going to say…Julian’s been calling me. He’s shown up to my place and left voicemails and text messages, all of him looking for you. I haven’t told him where you are because it’s none of his fucking business. I just thought you should know he’s clearly desperate to talk to you,” she informs me.Just hearing his name causes a pang in my chest. Since I left the penthouse I blocked and deleted his number. He came to the diner a couple times but each time someone covered for me and told him I was