It was night time. The weather was cool and the sky was lovely. The dark sky was lit with countless stars. It was like a gloomy painting. Darwin was driving the both of us to a bar. He had asked that we go to a restaurant on a proper date but that was going to be boring, I didn't want to bore him like I did the day I took him to my gallery. So I decided that we go to a bar. He told me that there was a place he knew, that was where we were going. The memory of the day I took him to my gallery flashed before my eyes. Truly that day I was nervous and I could hardly make words to say to him. But now, we didn't need to speak to each other. And I knew it. His hand was holding mine.“Darwin. Both hands on the wheels."“You Said?." He asked me playfully.“I know you heard me. Clearly."“Okay boss." He said and left my hand to place his hands on my thighs. He rubbed it up and down, the sensation was just too much, it was overwhelming. My breath caught in my throa

I got to work early. I normally leave my house early. I dropped my purse on my desk and just then my boss walks in.“We have a new item we want you to supervise." He said with his voice that sounded like that of a frog. “Okay boss." “Be there, now."“Yes boss." I watched the short fat man walk away from my door. Jesus, he was so annoying. At times, I pictured stabbing him with the tip of my pen while staring at his short neck. I see the bald spot on his head and I fear for my life, Jesus, would I start balding one day? Would my hair fall off. One time I had a dream about it, the dream was so bad it woke me from sleep. I was working in this textile company and every single day I came here, I lost a few strands of hair that didn't grow back, but I didn't even know it until all my hair was gone. My hair was gone and my beauty was gone and then I was nothing without my beauty. I bent my head right there on my desk and I said a very feverent but silent prayer. I needed ou

I didn't go back to work that afternoon. I had my purse with me, that was everything I brought to work. I took the bus back home but it came as a surprise to me when I found myself standing in front of my door. I didn't even know when I got down from the bus. I fidgeted through my purse to find the keys to my door. I opened my door and I made myself a small meal of fried eggs and bacon. I had missed breakfast this morning so I didn't feel weird eating it. I thought about everything Mark said. Could I do it?. Jesus, could I?.Film my self having sex with the blue eyed god. That might not even be the case, the case was that I am framing him. I was going to frame someone else. If he gets thrown out, how hard would it be for him to find another job, would other companies accept him. In order of investigation, people would have to see him naked, they would have to see me naked too... What if we get caught, I and Mark. Or what if I get caught and Mark denies me. Would I go to ja

It is 7:25 pm.I was laying on my bed and just staring at the ceiling. I was buried deep in thoughts and the sound of my phone ringing brought me back to the surface. Although I preferred being buried. The call was for Mark. I watched it ring once and after a very short second it began ringing again as soon as it ended. I didn't want to hear his complaints or his icy voice or his plan. I didn't want I hear anything I wanted to be spared.“Good evening." I said into the phone.“What took you so long?."“I don't get you."“What took you so long to answer the call."“Oh, I was making pasta in the kitchen, I didn't hear my phone ring."" It's fine. “ He said with his normal tone."Don't get fat. “ He added." I would keep that in mind. “" Why are you so nice this evening?. “ He asked me." I don't think I'm nice, you call this nice?. I just think I'm tired. “" That's understandable. I'm actually on my private yatch right now. I had seen the sunset, it was really beautiful. “" It w

“Be safe." He simply said and took his eyes away from mine. He went about his business and he ignored me. He wasn't sad or angry he was just…. normal Then I realized that he was done talking and I was supposed to leave. I felt empty, disappointed... Why?Was I expecting him to talk me out of it, was I expecting too much. I thought he liked me, the way he looked at me, the way he held me that day at my house, he likes me or maybe he doesn't, maybe he's just being friendly, maybe he saw me as an ordinary girl, I was confused. I stopped to take a breath, do I like him?.Yes, I knew I liked him. Why do I like him?. That one went unanswered. Jesus what is happening to me. If he had talked me out of going, would I have listened? Would I stay?.Probably not, I was hoping to see someone act caring. I hoped that someone cared, I had hopes that he cared and I was just putting my hopes too high. Maybe I missed being everyone's Sweetheart. I missed being begged and adored and wors