I open my eyes and see my husband’s eyes are on me; he is peering at me, his facial expression is the same as always, the blank one. His gazes are drawing a map all over my face. Sometimes his gaze stops here and there, zone out at my eyes or lips before resuming the art once again.
I don’t know what’s going on inside his head, but I know he is studying, three lines appear on his forehead and prove my assumption right. He is in deep thought. Is he thinking about Olivia or Samantha?
I can understand if he is reminiscing about Olivia. They were together for a long time; they have a history, her sudden death may be left a scar on his heart, he even confessed about proposing to her for marriage. I respect that. I like his integrity towards her; I don’t want to fight with Olivia; she has a place in his heart, and I am okay with that.
But if it’s Samantha, I am going to lose my mind. That girl slept with my father,
“Let’s swim.”“No way.”“Come here, talky. You are wasting our time.”“I am not going anywhere near water.”“Seriously, Inessa. I never think of you as a party popper.”“Ha, I am not. I just like to stay dry. You can go feel your adolescence in the water.”“I am going but I am taking you with me.”“Brian McCoy, you better stand back. Don’t you dare to come near me? Go away, you filthy gigantic humanoid ”“Let’s dive into the water, honey.”“Brian, you fatuous man. Did you just put me on your shoulder like a cave dweller? The damn. Did you just spank me?”“Shut it, let’s drive into the blue ocean.”“I will die. Dear world, today is my last day on this planet. Please, be familiar with my murderer. He is none other than my husba
“We are here.” Even texts me during lunch.“See you, guys, tonight.” I text him back.I am a pretty social individual; I have thousands of opponents, but I have more allies than that. Every vacation I spent in my life, my friends were constantly with me. Being on this trip without them at first felt weird.It is the first time. Even when I am not in Chicago for work, one or two of my friends are with me as they also work with me. They are my clients or investors. Therefore, I am never alone on trips.Olivia never objects when our friends accompany us. She was more than thrilled to embrace them. Moreover, there was nothing intimate or romantic between us. Maybe that’s the reason we were both or comfortable having our friends with us.I don’t have a clue how Inessa will react to this decision, though. I mean, the last two days were great. We were chatting, giggling, strolling around the islan
This man, this bloody fellow, has the audacity to snuggle with a woman in presence of my eyes. Wow, he is worst, worse than my papa. At least papa did everything behind his wives’ backs, nobody know about his crummy job until he appealed for a divorce from his wives.That’s better, occasionally it’s convenient to remain blindfolded, you don’t need to identify everything in your life or every detail of the surrounding characters. It will make our life way more easy for us.The further we know the rough side of the person beside us, the better we seek to get away from that person, even if we love that person from the bottom of our souls.Love can’t prevail against everything. Sometimes the demon inside us triumphs over the love unless we are strong enough to fight back with the same intensity and courage. For many people, that’s a hard job to do, that’s why love always takes setbacks soon or later.
8 November 2020 Sunday, 4 am. Zoom meeting between Brian McCoy and psychiatrist Dr. Mia Smith.“How is married life behaving towards you?” Mia asks.This is the first time I am having this session with her after my marriage, I became busy and missed at least two of my appointments with Mia. Also, I need to stay in London for a specific time. First, I thought I would be done in a day or two, but now it is a week.Honestly, I was more than happy when I missed those appointment dates; I recall having an evil smile paste on my face. Just like the kid who doesn’t want to go to school and finally succeeds in taking a day off for a garbage reason.I must say I enjoyed this break from Mia a lot, even though the rest of the trip was a kind of going to the gutter at the end.I am here working my ass off on this business deal; I need to excel in this, no matter what. My want for achieving perfection is getting worse da
It’s been a week since I came home, a week since I last saw my moron husband, a week of loneliness, this is the longest time I have stayed at home alone.I should resume my work, lead on the new project that I have thought of doing for a long time now, but I can’t. No matter how hard I tried to emphasize it in my work, it’s just not working. I need to arrange an event for securing the fund that we need to build shelters for women.There are a lot of women on the road, they can use the housing as a temporary solution for them until they find something appropriate for themselves. A refuge camp for all kinds of women where we will help them to find their life back, an auction will be enough to collect the money.I want something different kind of event to organize, these dances, or not a regular auction, something fun and where people will have no problem shower their money.The problem is I am having trouble with my
“Did you find the guy?” I bark on the phone as soon as my brother Owen calls me to update me on the present hazard situation that we are going through.The top floor where all our sibling’s offices are located was in the fire a day ago, some important document for the next board of meeting had been snatched from my desk drawer, someone hacked Viola’s computer took away information for a forthcoming auction bid that our company is expected to involve, Owen’s computer has been destroyed which cause us to miss the latest flies of the London project that we are working on.It seriously injured three of my employees in this fire. They are in hospital but out of emergency. I am just gratified that no one is badly wound, although the fire was severe enough to cause some deterioration that happened.The particular information I know all about this sudden chaos is that Nathan fucking Hall is the one liable for this and
“I am sorry.” “I am so sorry.”He said the words, everybody, the Chicago no, this time I should go for a bigger crowd, all the people around the globe. If you have ever met or known the great Brian McCoy, I want you to acknowledge that he said sorry to me tonight a few seconds ago. In the dark bedroom, with the tiny bit of moonlight in serene surroundings, he said those words. He expresses regret for hurting me, and believe me, this is the happiest hour in my twenty-year life.I can’t waste this time at all, I need to make sure or at least do something to preserve this moment; I know this kind of moment is rare and will never come back again. Maybe this is my once-in-a-lifetime kind of phenomenon. I can’t let this go this easily. It will be a waste then.I pick my phone from the nightstand and open the voice recorder, and hold it in front of Brian’s mouth.“Say it again.”
Maria comes to visit me with Hazel and Miles. Hazel has been here before a couple of times when Brian was in London. Hazel even remained with me a night, but this is the first time Miles and Maria have visited me in my new house.Miles launches himself in my hug as instantly as he steps out of the elevator while Hazel lies down on the couch with her phone. I kiss all over my cute puppy-eyed face of my little brother. It’s been a month since I was with him again. This is the longest time we stayed away from one another. I can’t convey my happiness in words.“Where is Brian?” Hazel asks.I am playing with Miles on the PlayStation, it’s always our thing. The game invested both of us. The appetite for scoring the game is so strong inside us that we forget the world when we start playing. Sometimes we forget that we are siblings, the competitiveness helps us. We both are determined to win, it’s on our blood w
2 years later “Dada, we are going to be late. Hurry up.” Mavin, our son, roars. This is his morning custom. He wakes up before everyone in this house and starts screaming for us to start our day. Morning sex is now just a delightful dream for us. Mavin doesn’t allow a minute for Brian and me to have some delicious morning sex. “Mama, you need to be in a hurry, too. Today is the parent’s day of my school.” “We should throw his get-up-and-go thing out of the window,” Brian murmurs. “I’m starting to hate kids again.” “You love him and kids too,” I mumble in sleep. “That’s why you adopted him after proposing to me for marriage. And the little girl Aurora we are adopting tomorrow is also your decision, Mr. McCoy.” “I am going to regret it again. I have a feeling, you know.” “Mama, dada, hurry up.” Mavin thwacks on our bedroom door. Two years ago, on my graduation
I can’t believe my eyes for what they are seeing, my ears for what they are hearing, and my mind is having a tough time with all this stuff.He is here in front of me, drinking coffee, saying sorry for all his delinquency, declaring his passion and devotion for me, giving us a chance to make up. He is asking me out on a date.Okay, Mr. Brain, one thing at a time. My depressed heart can’t take all these revelations without experiencing a heart attack.I close my eyes and think about Brian’s monologue, and it demonstrably made me the happiest person. I should have recorded the conversation between us to hear the words out of his mouth again and again. It will be so fun, damn it, I missed it. I don’t perceive why, but seeing Brian pinning me over, or so much despondency for me, the anguish that his eyes hold, I love it.I am officially a dreadful person. I should feel bad for his suffering, but here I am enjoyin
Inessa, the woman I fell in love with, is standing right in front of me. My wife is still the same. Nothing changed in these three long weeks when we were apart from one another. If anything, she becomes more magnificent; she is shining more than ever; the moonlight shines her glorious long hair luminously. The big, round green eyes draw me instantaneously, the pink full lips that I am dying to stain red with my lips.God, I missed her so much. These three weeks without her was simple torture, which I deserve with no doubt. Honestly, I ask more than that. Maybe a whack or a blow will be less compared to what I did to her.I accept the fact and was ready to leave her alone for life. But in the end, I failed.After reading the letter Inessa left for me, I realized how churlish I was in our marriage with her. And that’s not civil to her or any woman on this globe. No one deserves to be affronted by their better half.But I did th
Three weeks later,Life goes on. I get settled in my apartment with Mavin the night I leave Brian, our marriage, and our house.I wept the first week was the toughest to pass with everything in my mind and the current development as a single parent; it was stifling at a point. Of course, Maria is still here for me, it’s rough.Without having Brian by my side, I understand I indirectly depended on him for many things. The way we experienced our lives for the last two months was incredible.Every morning waking up simultaneously, having sex in the shower, eating breakfast, leaving together for my college and his office as most of the time he gave me a ride, coming home, waiting for him, dinner with marvelous food and giggle, cuddle on the couch with a movie on the background or his work on the laptop, falling on the bed together, having sex, cuddling again before collapsing in the dream in one another’s ar
The sound is growing heavier. I try not to give any attention to that act what I am doing but nope, this fucking noise is just getting rowdy. I settle the cushion over my head to cut off the echo from wherever that is showing up. With my two hands, I put pressure around my ears over the cushion in order to kill the vibration. It still doesn’t work.“Fuck it.” I get up from the bed and sit down in the midst of the bed.Because of my hasty movement, I lose my balance and almost fall down on the bed again. I hold my skull with two of my hands and scream. The thumping noise that feels as if a hammer was striking some metal material is nowhere but in my head.The headache that I am dealing with right now is the clanging noise that wakes me up from my sleep when I finally enjoy nights of sleep after so many sleepless nights.“You are up, big guy?” Robbie’s head peeps through the door.“What
Brian is sitting on the couch, drinking hard liquid with a poker face when I enter the apartment with sleepy Mavin in my arms. I expected a frown, questions, curious looks seeing a baby in my arms, but I got nothing. He doesn’t even look at me when I pass the living room to get in the guest room. He sits on his couch, eyes on the ceiling to floor window, observing the night sky with deep-rooted courtesy.All the way from the hospital to home, my heart was thumping so damn quick that I almost passed away in uneasiness. God, it is still beating fast.In my head I keep arranging my conclusions, forming sentences. How to apply the appropriate words, lines, sentences to break the news to him is all I could think about.I realize it’s already late. I should have finished this for the first time I went to see Molly, but I didn’t know why I held myself back from talking about this with Brian.Particularly, I am ashamed of
“Sir, you have an eleven-clock meeting with the investors later, another with Mr. Curtis around 5 pm, and the dinner meeting with Mr. Dean Harper,” Linda confirms my to-do list for the day, like all the time.This is the first thing Linda does every morning. She confirms my work timetable, takes note if I need something or needs to do something after that she goes to her, and I give attention to mine.Except for today, there is a disaster.I wanted to talk to Inessa last night about her changing attitude. She’s coming home late, it is growing into a pattern for her now, the fastest she comes home is 10 pm after dinner, occasionally it’s after 12 am.Every time I asked her where she was, she said lies. Sometimes she was with Veronica, which was a white lie. I saw the messages between them. Veronica is not talking to her. She is currently angry after the auction incident between us.Sometimes she would s
Things are getting messy as days are passing. Molly and Mavin get settled in my apartment that I got from my father on my eighteenth birthday. The gift was to show the world how good a father Andrew Simmons is or to show the money he has on his bank account.Whatever the reason was, I am happy to have a place of my own.It’s been a week since they moved in and started over a new life. I am getting to know Mavin a little, but, honestly; I don’t get much time to spend with him. The auctions Hazel and Miles Brian take the major time of my day; after that, I need to study for my final exam that is coming up in two months. With all this stress going on, on top of that, Vero is not talking to me because Brian blackmailed her to do something that she didn’t want to do.Vero didn’t respond to any of my texts or talk to me when we were on campus. She isn’t even sitting with me during classes.With all this, it&r
Inessa and I pick up Hazel and Miles after the party. Maria was expected to join us, but she has something significant to do.We don’t really need Maria that way. It was Inessa who insisted that Maria join us, and I didn’t have any problem, so I gave her the nod. I have a cook and some other staff at my mansion in Naperville, where we will go tomorrow morning to spend a day together before Hazel leaves.Once upon a time, I vowed to stay away from Simmon’s absurdity, but I feel for Inessa. After finding out Hazel will be out of Chicago in no time, she starts to get upset. Even if she doesn’t claim anything, I know her heart is sinking thinking about the separation of her dear sister.The way she packed our house with her sibling’s pictures or the way she talks about them with a tender grin and glory in her eyes is verification of the unconditional affection that she possesses in her heart from them.Even