Once inside, I notice there are also notable men and women present and although Keenan is still yet to tell me why we are here; I hear small voices talking and putting two and two together; I know this might be an engagement party, not a special event like he made it seem like back at home.
“Whose engagement party is this?” I ask Keenan, who has been pulling me along with him everywhere since we entered five minutes ago, like I’m his toy.
“Uh?” He raises a brow at me, trying to play the confusion part, but I know better, which gets me even more pissed off.
I roll my eyes and stare at him, “Don’t you uh me! Speak or I’m gonna turn around and leave this very minute.” I threaten with a serious look.
He breathes down slowly, and I know he wants to be stubborn, controlling and pushy, but there seems to be something about this entire event that keeps him in check. “It’s Taylo
Levi walks over to me smiling happily and pulls me to himself and before I can say anything he kisses me softly on the lips and I melt into that kiss, only pulling away when I realise we are still in public. “We need to leave here so we won’t attract attention,” I tell him and he nods happily and takes my hand. He’s barely able to keep his eyes and hands off me all the while we drove over to his apartment, and it is almost the same with me. “You look really beautiful, Vary,” he says to me, as he opens the door to his apartment and ushers me inside. “Thank you,” I reply and walk in and he closes the door. I turn to him with a sceptical look before asking, “How did Keenan reach you?” He looks a little lost and taken back in thoughts, “He came to my gym yesterday and he forcefully made me hear him out and I’m glad I did.” He goes into the kitchen, and kicks off my black heels and I follow behind him. He opens the fridge and
“Who’s she, Keenan?” I ask Keenan, who looks lost between the two women beside him. I don’t need the answer, no I didn’t want the answer because I already know who she is. This was why he threw me away yesterday. He wanted to sleep around with some other woman. My heart is breaking, but then again, what did I even expect? He doesn’t love me; he doesn’t even like me and I have given my heart already to him! Who does that? A pathetic loser. The woman, although in a towel, is a walking beauty and I think at this point she knows that. She’s of medium height and the towel does not hide her great curves. Her straight blonde hair reaching behind her back, her eyes are alluring green orbs and her lips red and a lit puffy and I know why that is. “Who are you?” The Lady turns to ask me as Keenan seems to go mute. Her eyes are demanding and unfriendly as she stares at me. “I’m his wife,” I put much emphasis on the wife so s
“She said ‘I love you.’” I reply, walking away from the window and towards the bed and I sit down next to him. “Your wife proclaiming her affection towards you shouldn’t be something that would make you feel this disturbed.” If his ignorance hasn’t made me feel bad before, it just did. I wouldn’t say I blame him, though. We have been in brief contact since I got back. In fact, we haven’t been friends for the last four years, not after he accused me of sleeping with Taylor, who was still then his girlfriend behind his back and broke Taylor’s heart. Since I came back into the country, I felt hurt by Taylor and I developed resentment towards him; he was the guy that hurt and broke Taylor’s heart and he was the one Taylor still chose over me. I kept my distance from them and have disclosed little information about himself to Rory well until now. I needed my best friend just as much as he needed me, and I know I have to tell him the truth ab
“Good morning, princess.” He greets politely. From what I can see on him, he only has his black Calvin Klein briefs and his black singlet on for covering. The remaining parts of his body comes up exposed to my eyes, his muscled arms and from his mid-thigh downward exposed with thick muscles and long dark hair from his knee downwards. “Morning.” I reply, feeling a little disconnected and suspicious suddenly. “What are you doing?” I step away from the door, but not going anywhere close to me. I tighten my hands around the white towel I have on, which barely covers much. He smiles widely, “I’m drawing you a warm bath.” he runs his hand through the water in the tub and I stand still and watch him. After a while he looks up at me, “it is warm enough, undress and get in.” “While you are still here?” I ask, my tone rising nervously as I speak. And this makes him get up from the tub and I properly stare at him. There is a humoro
“Where are you?” Bethany demands over the phone, “we are almost leaving and the kids haven’t seen you yet.” After waiting and listening for a while, she rolls her eyes. “No, don’t give me the bullshit excuse called work ‘cause we both know that is not it.” “Good, better get yourself here or I’m gonna have to come and drag it from where ever you are.” After the hard threat, she ends the call and turns to me with a mischievous look, “He’s on his way.” I give her a sceptical look as I approach my make-up mirror where she’s standing, “Are you sure?” She grins wickedly, “Well, of course! I know Keenan well and if there someone he tries not to get angry, it’s me.” She answers, “I wish I could just threaten these fats on my skin and have it be how I want though.” She sighs sadly as she stares at herself in the mirror before her. Although anyone who sees Bethany would consider her mature and yes she is, but most judgement would
He unhooks my bra and my breast spill forward into his waiting palms and he fondles them delicately. My eyes shut and I moan as he kisses over my exposed breast down my belly and he drops on his knees and unbuckles my belt and unzip my jeans and pulls them down along with my panties and when he has them undone, he looks up into my eyes and I stroke his hair, drunk and dizzy with undisclosed desires. “Se riesci a vederti in questo momento, ti renderai conto che non è necessario combattermi. Non è chiaro? Lo vuoi anche tu (If you can see yourself right now you will realize there is no need to fight me.) Isn’t it clear? You want this too.” He gets up and kisses me hard on the lips and his hand works on my button and I begin to feel myself getting turned on and more excited and as I get closer to the edge, Keenan withdraws his hand and he pulls away from me. My eyes open as I feel the loss of his touch and the absence of Keenan’s closeness. “Keenan
Third POV Two days later, “I never really got to thank you for what you did for Rory,” Phoebe’s voice draws Keenan out of the deep thought his mind has cast him into in the last half hour and he gives her space to seat on the seat close to him. Rory had gone back to Taylor's home to patch things up with her and, after waiting at her gate and getting no response. He could have left when he saw the cloud forming. He knew he needed to leave, but he had to stay because he had told Taylor he wasn’t leaving until he got the chance to talk to her. He never got the chance to talk to her and so he didn’t leave... At least not until he lost consciousness. Keenan had brought Rory to the hospital after finding him unconscious in the heavy rain outside of Taylor's home, where he suspected Rory had gone after he came to the hotel and realised he was gone. After Rory got admitted and they run tests on him. They found out that t
Brushing aside an odd sensation of uneasiness, Vary gets down from the taxi as it comes to a stop in front of the hospital. The nervousness grows within her as she walks in, as she wonders what Keenan might say to her when he sees her. She wonders if Keenan would even want to see her, knowing she was the one who left him days ago. Rejection is the last thing she can take right now, and she fears that’s what she’s going to get and she immediately turns back to leave, only to collide with a young man who is also running up the hospital stairs. Vary loses her balance and almost falls to the ground, but for the young man’s brawny arms. Their eyes meet and Vary notices his brownish blonde hair having the side-blown style, his blue eyes and from what she sees, she can tell he’s in his early twenties, but his pencils beard makes it hard to tell the exact age. He helps her back on her feet and she blushes in embarrassment as he gives her a care