Nobela ni Vivian Blackwood

A STRANGER’S TOUCH I didn’t stop him …the ache in my chest twists into something else , something darker , hotter . He glances at me , his jaw tight , his eyes asking a question I already know the answer to, I should’ve said no . But instead, I whisper “just drive” . The music hums low from the speakers, the city lights streaking past the windshield like broken starts . I close my eyes , trying to breathe, but my heart won’t slow down. The silence between us isn’t empty , it’s thick, charged, like we’re both pretending not to feel the same pull. “We are here “he says, smiling at me, as the car finally slows, we’re in front of a house that looks nothing like mine, tall gates, warm lights glowing through wide glass windows, and a long driveway lined with trees that shimmer under the streetlamps. It’s quiet here, too quiet, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. He gets out of the car and opens my side of the door for me, such a gentleman, and that made me throb. He grabs my ha

STRANGER AT CLUB MIRAGESecurity grabs my arm, their grip rough against my skin. I twist, trying to free myself. “Let me go!” I scream, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Ma’am, please, we can’t” “Don’t touch me!” I cry out again, my voice cracking. My eyes dart toward Daniel, desperate, searching for even a flicker of care, a word, anything. But he just stands there. Blank. Watching. Like I’m a stranger, like he doesn’t know me, like he didn’t just watch his wife being dragged out of his life in front of everyone. “Daniel!” I shout his name, but he doesn’t move.They pull me down the hallway, past the muttering crowd, phones held up high like weapons, flashing red dots recording every shameful second. Outside, the glass doors slam shut behind me. The sound echoes in my head like the final click of a lock. I stumble to the car, my chest heaving. I slide into the driver’s seat and just sit there. My hands tremble on the wheel. My reflection in the rearview mirror , messy hair, swollen e

THE SCENE AT SKYBOUNDThe moment I step out of the car, I know I don’t belong here. The glass doors ahead reflect a version of me I barely recognize ,bare face, oversized T-shirt that hangs past my thighs, bathroom flip-flops smacking against the tiled floor as I walk. My hair is still damp from the shower, sticking to my neck. I look… undone. everyone inside looks like they belong on a magazine cover , polished, pressed, perfect . I got very curious stares as I storm into the reception area. My flip flops slapping against the polished tiles as I storm through the doors . The receptionist’s eyes go wide the moment she sees me. “Uh… ma’am, can I help you?”she asks. “ I’m here to see Daniel,” I say, voice firm, steady or at least I try to make it sound that way , “ma’am, I’m sorry, but you can’t just walk in like that ”“I said , I need to see Daniel ! ,” I cut her off. She blinks, clearly confused. “I understand that ma’m , but you would need to book an appointment for that, he’s in a

WHAT'S LEFT BEHIND I don’t even know how long I sit there before I finally move. I clean up the plates, wipe down the counter even though it’s spotless. His coffee cup is still half full. The rim has a faint print of his lips, I pour out the content and then rinse his cup and leave it upside down on the rack. My hands keep moving because if they stop, I’ll think too much. I go into the bedroom and start straightening the sheets, trying not to remember what happened last night and this morning. The wardrobe door is slightly open, just enough to see his side rows of shirts and suits, all lined up like they’re waiting for him, I step closer, my fingers brushing over the sleeves, the smooth fabric under my skin. I used to help him pick ties in the morning. He’d ask, “Blue or grey?” and I’d tease, “Blue makes you look like you care.” He’d laugh. I can almost hear it now. I pull out one of his shirts and hold it against me, closing my eyes for a second, maybe I just overreacted. I pull

CRACKS IN THE MORNING My eyes opened, as soon as I felt his hands rubbing on my thighs, I turn to him , “Morning” I say to him , smiling lightly as warmth floods through me at his touch. “Did you enjoy last night?” He asked with a smirk on his face . “I did ” I lied, he didn’t say anything to me after the sex last night. He traces his hands from thighs up and softly cups my breasts, my breath hitched as he caressed them. “I want to give you more of that” he says as moves much closer now, he takes my hands and guides them to feel how hard his dick was. I gasp . He knows how to drive me crazy , “I want that” I mutter, looking into his eyes as i surrender to him. he turns me the other way , my back now facing him , he grabs my neck softly , as he slides his hard dick slide inside my soaked throbbing pussy, I moan after each thrust , “Take that dick” he says going faster, and faster and….”arghh” he cries pulling out . I watch him quickly get up and get into the shower. I knew he wasn

DISTANCE BETWEEN US I keep checking the curtains. Three times now. They were straight the first time, but I keep tugging them anyway, like maybe it’ll make the house feel more perfect. The way he likes it. Daniel always notices the smallest things, and I want everything to be right when he gets home. The dining table is set for two. I made steak, his favorite. Roasted potatoes too, because he likes them crispy on the outside and soft in the middle. Asparagus with a little butter and garlic. The plates are already out, the napkins folded just like he prefers. I even lit the candles.It’s quiet, except for the sound of the clock ticking. I sit down, then stand back up. I smooth the tablecloth again. I walk to the mirror by the hallway and check my hair. My makeup. My smile. I don’t even know how many times I’ve done that tonight.He should be home any minute. He said he wouldn’t be too late. He said that yesterday too. I glance at the clock. 8:30. I sigh, take a deep breath, and walk t