In the blink of an eye, I comported myself, standing tall with my head held up high even though my heart was thrashing so hard in my ribcage. I held his burning gaze for three seconds before blinking and walking away. As I walked past him, I caught a sniff of his scent. I shut my eyes close and held my breath, preventing myself from perceiving him 'cause his scent was beginning to stir up memories that I had locked for years, memories I had no interest in revisiting. "Wait!" He suddenly said, authoritatively might I add, and unknowingly, I stopped. I stopped. Why did I stop? Why can't I move my legs? I urged my legs to move but they didn't, they couldn't. It almost felt as if I had no control over them and he did the controlling. Like I was a puppet and his voice was just enough to control me. I felt irritated and embarrassed that I waited like he wanted. That even after all these years, his voice still elicited this unexplainable feeling in me. "You are still married..." He s
“Aziel.” I said in a small voice, unable to look at him. I couldn’t even deny what he had said because I wasn’t sure if it was the truth or not. I didn’t know if I still had feelings for Dylan or not. I mean my body reacted to him like it had always been but still, that wasn’t enough to conclude that I had feelings for him. It’s been years since I last saw him so it could have just been a one time reaction. “Are you still unable to stop loving him after all these years with me? Are you ever going to stop loving him?” Aziel had never once asked me questions like that. Gone was the usual blank expression on his face, he looked hurt and he wasn’t afraid to let me know that. I felt a dull pang in my chest as I looked at him. He loved me, he’d always made me know that before we got married again (‘cause we had another wedding, a real one this time where my family attended). Although he might not say it often, but he’s told me he loved me before and not once have I ever said it back. “Azi
I left the office late that night around past 9 pm because I was determined to sort out every pending work on my desk. I ended up being the last person to leave the office ‘cause I’d quickly dismissed everyone else in the afternoon. As I walked towards my car parked in the company garage, felt a presence behind me. I didn’t want to know if I’d imagined it or not, I didn’t turn back and instead picked up my pace and hurried over to my car. The person behind me was closing in on me and my heart raced ever faster. Why did I have to park my car so far into the garage? Who was this person following me and what did they want? I could hear the sole of their shoes hitting against the ground. I was walking so fast that I was almost running. I was really scared and thought about calling Aziel but I doubted he would have been able to do anything from where he was. When my car came in sight, I quickly fished out my car key from my purse and pushed the unlock button. I arrived at my car and just
Many weeks have passed and my relationship with Aziel has deteriorated drastically that even our children noticed and it wouldn’t have been that way if I hadn’t entertained Dylan or given a second thought to any of the things he told me. Although I didn’t admit that Aurora was his child, I became less hostile towards him and would even go on coffee dates with him under Aziel’s permission of course. As I started to get closer to Dylan, Aziel and I drifted apart. He indulged more in work and would only speak to me when necessary. He reminded me a lot of his old self, the Aziel I’d had a contract wedding with. Although Aziel never said it out loud, I knew he wasn’t happy with me seeing Dylan. He had told me to do whatever made me happy and it hurt to see that my actions made him less happy. The other day, Reon had asked me why Aziel rarely ate breakfast with us and I’d come up with an excuse about how he had to be at the office before everyone else but I knew it was only about time bef
Crash!Crash!Crash!"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! TELL ME WHO THAT BITCH IS NOW! WHAT, YOU DIDN'T THINK I SAW YOU FLIRTING WITH HER?" Amelia's voice yelled from the next room. I let out a sigh as I hugged a shuddering Brie to my chest tightly. Her short arms wrapped around my torso and I winced a bit when her hand touched the bruise on my back. "It's gonna be alright honey, you shouldn't stress those beautiful eyes of yours." I pulled her back a little to wipe the tears off her face. Her big blue eyes were red and puffy from crying, her lips were curled downward and they shook from fear. Seeing her sad and scared broke my heart. "Why do my mommy and daddy quarrel every time?." The four-year-old asked, her innocent big blue staring up at me. They used to look so lively and bubbly but now, they were just as dull as dishwater. I would do everything to make them sparkle brightly again, even if it meant taking her out of her room to mine where she wouldn't have to hear her parents fight. "Brie
"Buenos días Bonita! (Good morning beautiful)" The gardener, Carlos greeted me as I got to the garden with a tray containing his food in my hands. Carlos Rodriguez was a forty-three-year-old man. He was the first friend I made in the US. It was about five years ago, I remember that night I had been around a dumpster searching for plastic bottles to be recycled for money when this guy walked up to me and stole all my plastic bottles. I took off chasing after him and ended up bumping into this man that appeared out of nowhere. I had immediately brought out my knife to defend myself as I had thought he was one of those men that tries to take advantage of young girls, I had encountered a few of them before that night. Carlos had raised his hands and said 'I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help you' in Spanish and I had been a bit surprised by his Mexican accent. 'Are you Mexican?' I had asked in Spanish and he had replied 'Sí'. To cut the long story short, Carlos was the reason
“Where did you get your dress, Hera?” Nina asked me for the umpteenth time that evening. Her hand ran over the fabric of my dress. “I told you that already.” I said, looking ahead. We were currently on a hummer bus, Gabriel one of the chauffeurs of that house was driving us to the location of the event. “No, you didn’t. The fabric feels so silk and real. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said it was an original. I only know it’s a clone because I know you could never afford the real thing but not many people at the party will know that. You might even get convinced for one of the guests. It’s just so…so real that it makes my dress look shabby. Tell me where you got it from?” I squirmed in my seat knowing that I would have to lie to her about the dress. I’d never felt comfortable lying to people ‘cause I didn’t really see the point of telling lies but then again I couldn’t exactly tell her that the boss gave it to me. I couldn’t tell her that Dylan gave me the dress because
“M-Mr Marshall.” I stuttered. My heart was beating frantically in my chest. I unconsciously held my breath when his eyes fleeted across my face and then trailed down to my body. “The dress looks…perfect on you. You uh, you looked beautiful.” He said before meeting my eyes again. I should say thank you. I should thank him for the compliment and for gifting me the dress but I couldn’t. I couldn’t say anything because I’d temporarily lost the ability to speak. All I could do was look up at him with wide eyes and a stunned face. I was ridiculous, I looked ridiculous I know. I couldn’t understand how one man was able to make me lose the ability to control my own body. I looked away when I realized that I was staring more than what was appropriate. The last thing I wanted was for him to find out that I was attracted to him. I could lose my job if that happened. “Mr. Marshall do you—” “I told you to call me Dylan, Hera.” He cut me off, his breath hitting my cheek. My heart jumped a litt