It was time!She was not sure she was ready to tell him, yet. She wished the ground would open up, and swallow her. What happened to all the boldness she had some minutes ago? Where did all the courage she had gathered to face him go to?Should she ask for more time? Should she lie to him? A lot of thoughts ran through her mind, and she stared nervously at him. She wished he would, maybe, just maybe, tell her she could take as long as she wanted to get ready.Knowing that her wishes at that moment were a step closer to impossibility, she decided to face it. Whatever was going to happen, so be it! If Nathan truly loved her as he claimed to, then, this was the best time to prove that love to her.She mustered the courage to finally tell him.Heaving a long sigh, she dropped the bomb."I was raped."Just hearing that word, 'rape', Nathan's eyes widened. Carina was not surprised—anyone she told her secret to, always had a surprised expression on their faces. Fiona, Sonia, and now, Nathan
He thought he wouldn't let her. He was about to tell her not to mind, if she was not ready. Just as he thought of this, he was taken unawares. She initiated the kiss. As her tender lips brushed his, it sent electric waves to his body. She giggled as she stared at him."Be careful. Your eyes might come out of its sockets," she laughed, then wrapped her arms around his neck, "yes, you can kiss me, Nate."It seemed like he was a robot, waiting for a command to do something. He took her lips, as though he might lose it, if he wasted a second.She gasped. Maybe, because she had forgotten how it felt to be kissed. When her ex boyfriend kissed her, every night under the tree that was behind their old house.As her lips parted, he seized the opportunity to delve into her mouth, savouring the taste of her lips."Thank you," Nathan whispered in her ears.She blushed, and stood up with the help of Nathan. She arranged herself, and trailed behind him, until she caught up with him, and he held
Annabelle cussed out, sighing deeply. Ever since her mother came back to Texas, and moved in with her, she has refused to talk to her mother. She goes to work, very early in the morning, before her mother would even leave her room; and she would late at night, when her mother had gone to bed.She wished there was another route that led to her room. She really wasn't ready for any conversation with her mother."Annabelle, I know that you are mad at me. I admit that I was wrong, and I'm sorry. Let's not fight, anymore. Please," Imelda said, taking slow steps towards her."Don't. Touch. Me." She said, stressing each word, filled with so much anger, that it made Imelda took stop in her tracks."You," she said, pointing at her mother, "you ruin my life! I lost him, because of you! You didn't care about my happiness, and now, you want to act like you do? Stop it! It won't work. All you ever cared about was to get promoted at work, and as a result, you put my happiness at risk. You wanted me
Peter had planned to sort things out with Annabelle, before talking to Imelda about their long dispute.He could not wait to settle, and reunite with his lovely wife, and daughter. For years, he endured all the pain—memories of how happy they were, the laughter and every other thing they shared. He really missed them. Words could not convey how much he had missed them.Annabelle smiled to bed. She was happy, for the first time, since her mother moved in with her. Now, she had a complete family. That was her happiness—seeing her family complete, again.She was going to have a peaceful night. She slid into the bed, and covered herself up to the neck with the duvet, hugging her pillow.Immediately Annabelle's door shut close, Imelda hugged Peter, leaving Peter in a state of shock.Peter had never expected such action from her. It happened so fast that his brain could not process what was going on, and as such, he could not hug her back. He just stood still like a statue.Imelda disengage
As she stood up to do the dishes, Peter had crept up behind her on tiptoes, so as to take her unawares.He stood behind her, while she kept talking. He could not help it. He wanted to laugh, but that will only ruin his plans.As she turned around, he held her on the waist, and gave her a light kiss on the lips."Peter! You scared me. Holy Jesus!" She exclaimed, holding on tightly to the part of her dress over her chest."Sorry, I didn't mean to," he said, walking back to his seat, "by the way, I love how you look, when you are surprised. I should do that, often. What do you think?" He smirked."I think you should abort such thoughts, except you want to see me dead!" She said, sternly."Okay, fine." He chuckled, walking towards her, "after the get-together, you two will move in with me. Tonight, I want to spend it enjoying my last night of sleeping alone." He said, stopping in his tracks; a step more, and he would be just an inch away from her.He tucked her blonde hair behind her ear,
Jayden didn't know what really happened to them, he was still little, when it happened. He had only seen his uncle, Lukas and his family just twice, and he was just 12 years old. They had gone to Los Angeles. When he grew up, he was told that they were missing. No much details were added, and he didn't ask any further."Apparently, they are. We found them, and I decided to host a family get-together, so we can bond. And so that you can also get to know your cousins, too. They will be here, tomorrow. So, get ready," his father said, and turned to leave, as Jayden nodded.He stopped, and faced him again, "how's the company? Any progress?" He asked, drawing nearer to where he sat."The company is growing. We are having a meeting next week at Crescent City. I'm working on getting everything set," Jayden replied, saving his work, and shutting down the computer. He was feeling tired already, and needed to rest. "Seems like you had a long day. You should rest up, tomorrow is going to be a
Andrea sat at the backseat of the car, looking outside through the window. The ambient lighting of the street, people moving here and there. It was perfect view.While her parents were cantering about old memories, and laughing all the way; Andrea was lost in thought. Had she known something like this would happen, she would have told Jayden the truth. Now, he was going to see her in a different way—just like he sees other women.As they drove inside, making a left turn to the parking space. It seemed like Lukas had arrived with his family, as his car was parked there, too.They stepped out of the car, and Peter met a few workers he knew, outside."Good day, sir." One of the workers greeted."You are welcome," the butler said, smiling."Oh! Thomas, how are you doing?" Peter asked, giving him a handshake."I'm doing good, and you?" He said, tilting his head a little, and noticed the two women by the car."Is that—""Yes, it is. That's Imelda, and my daughter, Andrea." He smiled, turni
Some hours ago, Jayden had stepped out of the house to get some things that he needed. He wore a red hoodie, and a sweatpants."Where are you going to, Jayden?" His father asked, when he saw him about to leave the house.He stopped halfway, turning back to meet his father, who sat on the chair beside the mini wine bar, with a glass of wine."I just want to get some things. I'll be back, soon," he said.Without waiting for an answer, he shut the door, and left."Where is Alex?" He asked one of the workers."He just went over there, sir," she replied, pointing at the direction, where Alex went.Jayden nodded, and went to the direction, where the worker had shown him. It led to Alex's room."Alex," he called out."I'm coming, give me a sec," he responded. He had just finished having his bath, and was dressing up. He opened the door, and met Jayden standing in front of the room."Just wanted to freshen up. Are you ready? Let's go," Alex said, going back inside to get the keys.He searche