Sasha J. Morales “Sasha” "Yes?" "What are you doing ?" I smile, it’s clear, isn’t it? If Ella decided to play the hypocrisy card, I won't hesitate to do it with her. The feeling of guilt disappeared as soon as I heard his conversation with that vermin Natalie. “I told you I had a proposition for you." “And you have to do this to me proposal here, sitting on my desk.” “I have to be convincing No ? Would you rather I sit more down ?" I raise an eyebrow and he massages his jaw. I think I understood that he had this little quirk when he found himself in an uncomfortable situation. “Damon, are you blushing?” And I find it kind of cute that he can't really contain himself in front of me. It makes me want even more for him to undress me and lay me on his desk to do everything imaginable to me. "Stop that." I smile and grab one of his big ones hands. “So do you want to listen to my proposal or not?” "No, I do not want. Because obviously you are not in your state normal." “I’m pe
Sasha J. Morales "Twin !" “Very funny Sam. But I admit that I look rather beautiful as a redhead.” The real redhead rolls her eyes, and I laugh slightly. She hands me my contact lenses. “Here are brown contacts and a red wig and you are unrecognizable. Good evening Scarlett.” " Good evening." I say, taking a mysterious voice. During galas it's too risky for me to show up with my natural assets. There are so many people, chances that I meet someone who know are too important. “So, your client tonight is Connor Young. He's seen your photos as a redhead so he knows what you're supposed to look like. You're going to have to go with him, laugh at his shitty jokes and hold his arm. He likes obedient women so if he pleases you ask to bring him a drink, you do. “Roh Sam” “Sasha it’s $10,000” “Okay,” I mutter, crossing my arms. She sighs and I finish adjusting the final details of my look before exit the vehicle. I'm supposed to arrive with this Connor. “Cheer up, it’s
“Did you opt for a comfortable outfit?” “I know very well that you are not going to take me to a five-star restaurant this late Mickey” She walks forward wearing an AC/DC t-shirt, shorts and converse. An outfit student at New York University. And she didn't wear makeup, though. She still looks fresh, she looks better than this afternoon. She smiled as she walked towards me. “So where are we going?” I place my hands on her little shoulders. She is very small. “You look really small without your sixteen-centimeter heels.” “You take that back right away! It's you which is big I'm all in the average. We only have about twenty centimeters apart.” “That” I repeat with a laugh. She rolls her eyes as she grabs her bag. I put my arm around his neck and we leave his apartment. “You already knew that you were going to succeed in take me out that's why you took a Jeep? she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.” “Yep,” I say, opening the door for him. Discretion assured. “So I’
Sasha J. Morales I slowly open my eyes, awakened by my phone vibrating in the pocket of my shorts. I slept in denim shorts and yet I never slept so well. My head is absolutely not resting on a cushion. It's Damon. The memories of yesterday evening come back directly. I spent all the evening with him and we had fun like children. No sex, and it was still a memorable evening. Damon knew I wasn't doing well and he didn't try to take advantage of it, on the contrary he did everything to take my mind off it and it worked. I look up at him and stare at him for a few seconds. He is still sleeping. Is this the view Ella is treated to every morning? Is this the feeling she gets every morning? I feel safe. And it's a weird feeling. What a twisted life you have to lead for that to feel weird. “Hello,” he said with a slightly hoarse voice. Every boy I met had a sexy voice when he woke up. But with Damon it's another level. "Good morning." I respond by putting down my arm on his chest a
Sasha J. Morales I always wanted to do this. Even if It's not in my nature to wait. I must be on my third glass of wine, and I'm dancing to Lana Del Rey's voice, Body Electric. A silk nightgown over my $1,500 lingerie. Wearing expensive lingerie to drive a man crazy? Deliciously enjoyable. I look at my watch, 8:54 p.m. Is he going to come? How could he not come.... I down my glass of wine in one go before placing it on the glass table next to the sofa. Maybe I should slow down and not drink a fourth otherwise I risk collapse before I even find out if Damon came. Or maybe just a little bit. I grab my drink just as I hear the door slam. I turn around and raise an eyebrow seeing the big brown guy enter the bedroom. “You are completely unconscious.” he said as he moved towards me, pushing me on the couch after I barely had the time to put down my glass. “I’m some-” He silences me by placing his lips against mine. His hands squeeze my bare stomach, and it's so raw. I real
Sasha J. Morales I shake myself from side to side, hoping to escape his hands. Impossible. “Stop Mickey!” I shout, giggling like a child. “Please te-” and giggle again. “Oh yeah you’re really ticklish. Interesting." I keep laughing and he finally stops tickling my stomach. “How is it interesting to know that I am ticklish? I have stomach cramps because of you, that’s smart,” I moan. “It’s simple, now I can blackmail you by making you tickle, and also use it if you sulks.” “I’m not a sulky girl. And what kind of blackmail?” - Like when I tell you that I don't want to watch... well that kind of boring movie on Netflix. Or also... when you realize that you have wrong and you don't want to admit it. I would force it now.” “Well then you can-” Crazy laugh. He put his hands on my again belly. " All right ! All right !" I end up giving in out of breath. He smiles and places his head on my thighs before turning it towards the TV to watch my crappy movie. His profile is truly flaw
Sasha J. Morales The voice of Jorja Smith then resonates that I smoke, again, in shorties in my bedroom. I smoked this a lot week. Lying on my bed, I lift my legs and place my hands behind my thighs. I can see that the white varnish on my toes are starting to flake. I have to go to the beautician, maybe I'll ask Sam to come with me, just to make it up to me for ignoring him the last few days. My door unlocks and I frown as I sit up. I kneel on my bed and remove my joint from my mouth. “You are uncatchable” “Ethan you fucking scared me.” He doesn't get up and sits next to me. He opens the bag he took with him. Food ! " I love you." I pass him my joint which he collects grimacing and I open the cardboard box containing my noodles. I catch chopsticks and start eating. I would have preferred a big hamburger but I'm not going to complain. “Sasha, you’re producing exactly the pattern I didn’t want you to do.” "That's to say?" I ask for the mouth half full. “Are you heartbroken
Damon Westwood Sasha has already danced with at least five different guys. Five guys who have offered her a drink. She hasn't paid a cent since she's been here. I observe it while keeping an eye on June. These two are truly beautiful women and in the past it has already damaged my best friend. She almost got kidnapped and she takes it with disconcerting lightness. Since then, when we are traveling I arrange for security to keep an eye on her in the evenings she goes to when I am not not with her. Since she warned me at the last minute I couldn't do it. So I have to come. Sasha is now in company a big brown, and she looks good appreciate. I swallowed as I saw her put her hands behind her neck. She flirts with him, and she's completely torn. He puts his hand on her back and I move towards them. “Sasha.” She turns her head towards me and furrows her eyebrows. “Your name is Sasha? You told me that Your name was Jane!” “Ugh, Mickey you fucked up my identity secret.” she breathes,
Damon Westwood The fresh air caressed my face, the sound of the waves was soothing. The sky was starry and the heavenly atmosphere of our hotel made the moment even more magical. The Maldives was an obvious choice for Sasha. She wanted to spend our honeymoon in the sun and tanning. So I followed him. I still couldn't believe it. Pinch me I'm dreaming. When Jonathan called me a few days after showing up at my house completely drunk, he said he had to talk to me and that it was a matter of life and death. At first I was skeptical, what he wanted to talk about was so important. He arranged to meet me at a restaurant not far from his office. He looked anxious. He only wanted Sasha to do something that she will surely regret in the near future. -I know you both love each other. He said. Then he offered me something. That I arrange to divorce before marriage. That way I will have the opportunity to propose to Sasha. I was confused and didn't understand why he would
Sasha J. Morales It's really weird that Jonathan wants to talk to me at this exact moment. I don't need an extra dose of stress. I already want to run away and leave everything behind. So I hope it's nothing serious. What’s so important to say? -It can't wait until after the ceremony? -He insists on seeing you now -Uh…Okay. You can give us a moment. -Yes my darling, no worries. My friends accompanied by my mother leave the room. The makeup artists and hair stylists also leave the room and I find him alone for a few minutes before Jonathan enters the room. He freezes the minute he sees me and I can feel admiration in his eyes. -Wow. You are really beautiful. -THANKS. You are just as beautiful. I pick at my nails not knowing where to put myself. This situation is oddly awkward. And normally she shouldn't be since it's my future husband standing in front of me. -I was really lucky to have you in my life. Eu? I'm seriously starting to panic so he takes my hands in his and le
Sasha J. Morales -Don't you think you should slow down on the Margarita, I don't want you to be half tipsy while the ceremony hasn't started yet. -Believe me, it’s the best solution for me to get through this day -You're exaggerating June. I say with a smile It was Saturday morning The Four Seasons was in turmoil Final preparations were underway It was the wedding day. I was completely exhausted even though it was just 11am My mother, June, Sam and Ethan were with me. They were getting their makeup done while Ethan put on his groomsman suit. June was on her third drink and she might end up on the floor if she continued drinking. -I can't believe my baby is getting married. -Me neither. I tell my mother Jonathan wanted us to get married out of town but I insisted we do it here. -I'm really stressed, gee, wouldn't someone have a joint please? -Sasha??? -What mom? ?? Everyone has their own solutions -I have an idea! June screams. How about we run away and run away to Mex
Damon Westwood -Where are we going darling? -It is a surprise. I took my mother in the evening for a little walk. I wanted to get some fresh air before taking him somewhere. We had been at the park for 30 minutes now and we were walking arm in arm. The evening runners were finishing their races, some flower sellers were still present and the lovers were holding hands to enjoy the last rays of the sun. It was really pleasant. -Tell me my son…so there really is more hope with Sasha? I huff before leading her to one of the free benches and making us sit down. -She's getting married, mom. -Damon it’s not- I cut it off immediately. Trying to convince me or give me false hope is completely useless. -Mom, stop, that’s enough. I know that you really like Sasha and that you also want me to be happy, but I think it's time to move on. All I wish for her is that she is happy and if that happiness is near Jonathan then so be it. It breaks my heart to say it out loud but it also makes
Sasha J. Morales I had locked myself in the guest room with a bottle of whiskey in my hand, lying on the floor. It was either half full or half empty. In short, I don't know, my mind is already clouded by alcohol. John hadn't come home yet even though it was well into the night and that suited me, I had no desire to confront him this evening. However, my parents were a completely different story. My mother had been trying to get her out of this damn room for an hour now but I needed to isolate myself a little. I thought I had finally put the past behind me but it caught up with me. Damn, no matter how hard I looked I don't know how they got their hands on this story. I was always careful not to be recognized and Sam always made sure our personal information didn't leak. So how is this possible? I pick up my phone before turning it on. It kept vibrating so I had to turn it off to get some peace. And it’s no surprise that I see missed calls from Ethan, Sam, June but also Jonathan
Damon Westwood -It’s my fault for going to see him. You're obsessed with a divorce that won't happen. Someone had to calm you down We were in our house, I had come home because I had gone to see friends not far away. And I was lazy to drive to my apartment. And I decided to talk to the crazy woman who will soon be my ex-wife. -You really think that involving my father will change anything in our situation. -Someone has to slap you on the wrist, you're behaving like a capricious kid. I massage my eyebrows, I'm on the verge of having a horrible migraine. I start to laugh quietly. -Ella what the hell are you looking for? We are going to divorce and nothing can stop me from doing it, not even my father. -Are you aware that I still have all my physical faculties and that if I refuse to sign you cannot force me to do so? You at least know that, right? Yes I know about it but she won't have a choice. She used me as a pawn to get revenge on Sasha and in our divorce she will be mine.
Damon Westwood -For the new collection it would be necessary….. are you at least listening to me? I look up at my friend and she looks annoyed. I get lost in my thoughts and have trouble concentrating. Sasha's wedding is less than a week away and since our little meeting she hasn't contacted me. And from what June tells me, she seems happier than ever. But I find it hard to believe it. Sasha is the queen of pretense. Not to mention that Ella is pretty annoying these days. I don't know what she's trying to do but the result must disappoint her greatly. -Sorry June. I had a… complicated night. -Let me guess. Sasha? I nod. -I think about her all the time and I want to destroy everything when I realize that it’s well and truly over. -Stop it you want, anything can still happen there is still a week before the wedding -You are way too optimistic June. And I thought you were her maid of honor, you owe it to yourself to support her in her wedding or am I wrong? -Not only when she m
Sasha J. Morales -When she was little, she spent her time trying on my wedding dress and constantly paraded around the house. She took the bouquet from the dining table and asked her father to act out the courtship. She was so cute. -I hear you mom! I shout over the fitting room. We were at my wedding dress fitting session. My mother and June were there and were both talking. Finally my mother told him about all my exploits as a little girl. I was in the cabin trying on a third dress but I could hear them from here. June wasn't too keen on coming but I told her that her presence was important to me since she was one of my few friends. She tried to sulk for a while but couldn't help but get emotional when I tried on my first dress. -Come on Sasha, hurry up and get out the first bottle of champagne, it's already finished and I don't want to end up drunk. -It's okay June, stop complaining, I'm sure you love the 4000 dollar champagne that you're sipping like grenadine juice. -Shut
Ella Westwood Nothing is right. Everything is going wrong. Damon is determined to divorce and after John comes home I doubt the news of John and Sasha's marriage seems to be in the news anymore. And I start to panic, for real this time. And since my fiasco the other evening I think I made the right decision. I was on my way to his office, I had not informed him of my visit. He will probably be angry but he will calm down when he knows the reason for my visit. I arrive in front of his office and notice that it is empty. Too bad if he's out, I plan to wait for him. I'm not leaving here until I have a solution on my hands. His secretary approaches me to talk to me -Please Mrs. Westwood, Mr. Westwood has an important meeting and will not be available for a good hour. -I have plenty of time, I could even wait for him all day. I open the door to her office and flop down on the couch before shutting her. His office is as cold and unwelcoming as he is. No family photo or