"you were right..." she said and I lifted my head up to look at her as she sat opposite me on the table.I didn't say anything, just looked at her and waited for her to continue.She sighed before she continued, "about what I wanted to believe and what not. The honest truth was it was easier to assume that you were cheating and forgive you than to actually believe you wouldn't cheat at all."I ached my brow at her, was she listening to herself."still crusifiying me for what your ex did to you. How could I sleep with someone who wants to take me back to that hell hole I spent my life running away from Anzania?"She shrugged, "I mean you look past that and Ava was beautiful and she had a way with words.."God if she only knew. Ava was telling me the people who were coming for me. And her apologizing but still pressing this was just pissing me off. I had my own things to worry about, not a girlfriend who thought I was unfaithful with a dead person."damn right she had a way with words.

Her hand curled around to the back of my head, fingers running through my messy bun, and drew me down for a kiss. Our lips met, fire running through my body at the contact. The world began to fade away, taking my anxieties with it. What was happening? Why did this feel like our first ever kiss? Our mouths melded together, made for each other, our tongues meeting as the kiss deepened. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but eventually the kiss broke and Anzania gazed up at me. I knew my eyes were changing. I was getting horny by each second. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." her voice cracked with emotion as she said it, a tear threatening to break free from her eye. I felt exactly how she felt. Like I was in her and she was in me.. Like we share a rib or something. You know how they stupidly talk about soulmates in movies. How they are so in sync that they can even feel something together. This was the moment for me... For us. "Are you nervous?"I nodded, trying

Finally the date was set for me to meet Anzania's dad and I was so happy it was during the school holidays. So I wouldn't be a mess in my class worrying abouteetkngy probably future father in law.Today was Tuesday and I was getting ready for Friday. I couldn't hide my nerves."what are they allergic to?""princess first time is only my dad okay... Then the following time my siblings will be here." she said taking off her work jacket and coming to kiss me.She was working night shift so I always made sure that when she came back home there was good breakfast then a shower and she would rest a bit." mhm... You went all out today.." she said looking at the table that I set up. I did go out. I gave her way too many options you'd swear it was a restaurant. "...Did I forget an anniversary or a birthday or something?" she asked and I shook my head, "no you didn't... I'm just nervous about this.. So I cook... Coz schools are closed and I don't have work. So I stress cook."She kissed me ag

My head felt heavy and my eyes refused to open. I took a deep breaths as I thought about why this was happening.Slowly I opened my eyes and furrowed my brows at my surroundings. Where the fuck was I because this was not my room and definitely not Anzanias.This room featured sleek and sophisticated decor, clean lines, and a monochromatic color palette that created a sense of harmony and balance. The walls were painted in a soft shade of neutral grey, which provides a calming backdrop for the rest of the room's features.I squinted my eyes a bit. Something was wrong. I looked around me and the large, plush bed I was sitting on was the centerpiece of the room, dressed in crisp, white linens and fluffy pillows that beckon one to sink in and unwind. The bedframe was made of dark wood or metal, with a headboard upholstered in a soft, textured fabric for added comfort.The bedside table on my side of the bed was made of sleek and glossy materials, like glass or polished metal. They were e

"You work with them." I said more to myself and the room went quiet since it was the first time I said something.I swallowed and started thinking about everything. My mind wouldn't stop. How she helped me. She couldn't be working with them. She was working for sir to help me get out of here.But then why the first name basis? Or nicknames? You must really be comfortable with someone in order to give them a short name or something. So why would they be that comfortable with each other if Sophie was working for the enemy? Maybe because she has been here for so long! Maybe she talked to her a lot because I was out for 3 if not 4 days when I first got here. So they could have gotten along. But then again, not to this point. Sophie acted like she was hurt when she got here. Like they did to her what they did to me when I was young. So why would she be so friendly with her if her father was hurting her?"Did you say something baby?" Cecelia asked and I lifted my head to look at her so I c