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Nate It was supposed to be quick, a little peck on the lips to spite Zion. But then, my lips touched hers, and my restraint snapped hard. I felt anger that Zion and her father had her in their team, and that she tasted so good. Better than I imagined, she tasted like sweet wine, sweet intoxicating wine. I told myself to stop, to let her go, then my teeth scraped against her upper lip, and she let out a small moan, all the reins of restraint I held onto tightly finally snapping. Her mouth opened, inviting me in, and our tongues touched, twisting and sucking hard on each other. We were both fighting for control, nobody willing to give it up. She let out a small moan again, and like a crazed man, I drew her closer, my hands holding her to me tightly as I dug my fingers into her waist, caressing her small frame. It must be because I’ve not kissed a woman for so long. That is the excuse I tell myself as I felt my bulge painfully increasing. I wanted her to touch me, on my

Simone Five words. That’s all he has said to me this evening, just five words. I don’t even know why I feel angry, it’s not like we care about each other. But whether or not we are just pretending, a wife deserves to know where her husband has been for an entire week. “It’s been two weeks” father noted as he stood close to me. “I know. I’m working on something” I said, trying to keep my tone flat. “You don’t have the luxury of time” he says.“You hate her that much?” I finally mustered the courage to ask as I looked up at him, He didn’t respond, just looked at me, his eyes warning me to restrain whatever I had to say. I finally looked away, wiping the little tear away, before it drops and ruins my makeup. We stood in silence for a long minute, one that felt like torture before I asked. “What happened to Alex?” “What?” Father finally gave a reaction. His face was shocked, and I could see his mind working fast for a response, a lie. “Why are you suddenly interested in him? W

Nate All week I had felt an ache in my chest, one that I had refused to acknowledge. At intervals, it would come up, making my heart beat fast. It came up in the meeting with Todd, the young man who had loosened the lights that almost maimed or killed me. As he talked about all he gathered, and handed me a piece of paper containing one single name, Alex Camden. I didn’t know what to do with the name, but the name had always come up in a conversation between White and Zion. Todd had heard it countless times and the last conversation was a heated argument about tracking him down. Who was Alex? Why did they talk about him in hushed tones? And why was it important they find him? I had tried to find him but my sources fell short, so instead, I had travelled to take care of my overseas trading investments. The investors kept talking, pulling out sales record and comparing different markets, but I wasn’t focused. And I felt that ache in my chest again as her text had come, aski

Simone “That’s so pretty” Helen smiled at me, as I continued crocheting part of gramps birthday gift. “Is it?” I asked, raising the front part of the pillow case I was making up for her to see. “It is” she nodded. The blue yarns glistened under the sun and as I saw the little green design I had inserted at the edge, my heart did a little backflip. I had no idea why I had bought green yarns. But as I saw them now, I knew why. It was because they reminded me of a pair of green eyes, that always stare at me intensely, making me question my choices. “I’m sure gramps will love it” Helen said. I tilted my head over, considering if I should ask the question already at the tip of my tongue. I did anyway. “Do you know where he is?” She stared at me a second too long, before she answered. “On a business trip” “Ah” I quipped. Things have not been the same since I found out he had Gary tail me. We never texted and he was barely home. I texted him once, he never r

Simone “Do you really hate me?” His voice was raw, as if broken, and his words came out like a plea, as if he didn’t want me to hate him. But how could I not hate him? When he was the reason I started to doubt myself and question my choices. How could I not when he had always been mean to me? I remember the fear that gripped me when Chloe called that Father was sending mother away. It was always his way of threat to keep me in check. He knows my mother will lose it if she is away from him, and it was his weapon to use me his as he likes. Like a maniac, I had run to him, begging him, promising that I would do anything, so he doesn’t send her away. Then, he threw the file at me, the one that had ruined our family. This was all Nate’s doing, he had fed on father’s greed. I was angry, but within me, I knew that anger wasn’t directed at Nate. He saw an opportunity and used it. I was angry that my father had let his greed control him and now I have to pay for it. With

Nate “You can’t do this to me” her voice was straining, one hand clenched at her side as she held her phone with the other. I stood at her door which I had barely opened but because of how focused she was on her call, she didn’t notice me. “Father please” she begged, desperation seeping into her voice. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked so far” I stood still, my mind working fast. What could he possibly be holding over her to make her beg this much. The Simone I’ve come to know was prideful and would never beg, even if it meant she had to crawl on her knees. I finished my breakfast but she wasn’t downstairs yet. What could have possibly gone wrong? I heard her before I saw her. She was dressed, her three piece navy blue suit a clear representation of that pride she wears so elegantly. Her makeup was slightly done, and I felt my heart twist at how beautiful she looked. I wanted to taste her lipstick, the peach color fitting her fair skin perfectly.