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Nine
I am frustrated all day. I can't get the thought of Andre out of my head. I want him and I feel bad because I'm in a relationship with someone else. Baxter already told me he would pick me up by seven pm so I decide to get dressed. I don't want to be late for my first date.
I decide to go for something simple yet cute. I choose a white crop top and a body-hug skirt, matching the top. I let my hair down and pick a blue sandal, something convenient for me. I stare at myself in the mirror. Shaking my head in disapproval I changed my footwear to a different sandal. I think I'm fine. Right?I am busy battling with my curly hair when my phone starts to ring. I jump at the sound of it. I check the caller ID. I smile at the name appearing on my screen. Baxter."Hey, babe," He drawls, and. I smile."I'm almost ready," I say, brushing my hair with my hand, deciding to let my hair down."Good cause I'm at your door" I smile, hanging up the call as I run downstairs. I oRelated chapters
FORBIDDEN Ten
Maybe I overreacted a little. I just wanted to make my point of not being called names clear and I think I did because Baxter has been a little less controlling. Being controlled in bed is enough. I don't want him taking charge of my life as he owns it.After Andre's weird talk the other day, I have decided to pay him no mind. I will ignore him till he gets sick of poking into my business."Miss Stanford are you with us?" Andre asks with a frown on his face. He doesn't look too happy, neither do the business partners. I smile nervously and nod."Yes. where were we?" I say with a smile. The business partners don't look too happy about what just happened. After the meeting, Andre calls me into his office."Miss Sandford, " He said not sparing me a glance before entering his office. I follow him and stand in front of him as he sits on his chair. The image of him jerking himself comes to my mind making my cheeks burn a bright red. Geez."I won't tolerate this be
FORBIDDEN Eleven
I run after Baxter, tears rolling down my eyes. I meet Andre on my way out. He stands in my way, unmoving, and I sent him a glare, daggers shooting out of my eyes.."Do you mind!" I yell, not caring about the fact that I can be heard by the other employees."Trust me, you don't want that asshole in your life especially after what just happened, " Andre says."Are you kidding!. My boyfriend just saw us and all you can say is not to go after him!" I scream in frustration. I try going around him to leave but he pulls me back forcefully."As much as I love that you are stubborn I won't let you make this bad decision, " He says, clenching his jaw. I roll my eyes."I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment if you don't let me go!" He rolls his eyes before letting me go."Whatever happens to you is nothing but your mistake." He says, leaving me as confused and angry as ever. I follow Baxter. I know he would have gone home. Baxter is a nice guy and this
FORBIDDEN Twelve
I can't wrap my head around the fact that Baxter hit me. That was uncalled for. I might have kissed Andre but that doesn't give him the right to just hit me like that.I remember waking up in Baxter's bed alone in his house. I hurriedly get into my car and drive off. It's officially over between us. He doesn't need me to break it off with him to know that.Opening my front door as fast as I can, I run in before I get spotted by anyone. I don't want people saying shit now. I have to use an ice pack to massage my cheeks that hurt like hell. Moving a little slow even for my own comfort, I clean myself up and apply a lot of make-up to cover up the bruise that was on my very pale skin. I put on a long-sleeved black turtle neck top to cover the bruises on my neck too. After debating for a while, I pick a very light brown knee-length skirt. I style my hair in a loose bun, I can't make it right because my scalp still hurts from all the pulling yesterday. I am in flats. I definitel
FORBIDDEN Thirteen
TWO MONTHS LATERI have finally found love. After twenty-four years of being single, I found love with Baxter. The first few weeks of our relationship have been not so smooth but we're perfectly okay now. Work with Andre has been better. He's suddenly stopped giving me compliments. He's even stopped flirting with me. I was bothered at first but I'm fine. After the first time, Baxter hit me he hasn't laid his hands on me.“Baby. What are you thinking of?” That is Baxter whispering in my ea. I blush at the closeness and heat of his breath on my soft and sensitive skin.“About how much I love you” I giggle. Some people say I feel too fast and really hard but I don't care. I'm in love with him and he's in love with me.“Are you still up for dinner?” Baxter asks. I sigh, curling up to him. I place my hand on his chest.“I’m sorry. I don't feel like it.” I say. He smiled, curling my hair in his fingers.&l
FORBIDDEN Fourteen
Making your mind up about something can be really hard. I've always felt this way with Baxter. A lot might call me stupid for sticking with him even after he hit me. At the time I thought I deserved it. I cheated. Well, my boss kissed me but it still counts. Ever since then I have felt obligated. I have just had to make him happy all the time. I did everything he wanted. I even blocked some really good friends of mine including Asher simply because he felt threatened by them. I thought all these were just his way of telling me how much the kiss had hurt and affected him. It took me a while to realize that his actions were just him being himself. Nobody should ever feel the way I felt when we were dating. I know I have broken things up with him before and still got back with him but this time I’ve done some soul searching and I finally know I am worth a lot more. I felt so safe with him. There were times in our relationship that I could really talk to him about my feelings and
FORBIDDEN Fifteen
***********************************************************Two months after breaking up with Baxter I can say I have my life back. I got an apartment only six blocks away from work. It's a small yet cozy place for someone like me. I've tried my best to distance myself from Andre. I don't want him to know how hurt I have been in my relationship. It was my first and for now, I think it will be my last.My healing process included calling my brother and mother more often. During the relationship, I never really talked to them. I know my mother would have been hurt but she understood that I didn't express myself much with words and she wasn't with me to know if I was ok or not, not until I tell her, and I don't want her to worry. She has enough on her plate already.Jade and Asher postponed their wedding to this weekend because Jade said she didn't like the color of the flowers and it was too late to change them. She wants this to be perfect but I could tell she was nerv
FORBIDDEN Sixteen
"Do you think I should pick this?" I ask as I scan the strapless long green gown. It exposes a lot of my back and cleavage. It is not my type of dress but it looks manageable."Nope." Jade shakes her head as she pops open her bottle of Coke."Why not?" I whine, still looking at myself in the mirror."I mean, it is obvious that is not your type of dress." Jade says, laying more emphasis on the 'that'."But we have been here for about two hours now!" I say as I plop myself on the red couch, sitting beside her."It's not my fault we have not found a dress suitable for the wedding." She shrugs. "Besides you need to look dashing for Andre." She winks at me, a small smirk playing on her lips. "did I say dashing, sorry, I meant hot. So he won't be able to keep his eyes off you." She grins at me.I rolled my eyes at what she said, "you know I'm not dressing to impress him." I shake my head as I stand up and then check the rails of clothes again. Who knows I mig
FORBIDDEN Seventeen
Details of yesterday night come rushing like a flood.I remember coming home feeling so tired yet happy that my best friend is getting married soon. I remember how I entered my bathroom and let the water from the shower pour on me and how memories from my relationship came rushing. I remember that I broke my promise. I promised not to cry but still, I needed to let out my frustration one way or the other. I feel sick and I knew this was because of yesterday night. I cried so hard that I could hardly recognize who I was anymore. I won't let this affect me more than it already has.I stretch and get up from my bed.I walk too slowly to the bathroom stripping myself of my nightwear as I walk in. I brush my teeth and packed my hair in a rough bun to avoid water from touching it. I walk in gracefully and I let the cold water cascade on my skin. I feel refreshed as water drops fall on me. I need a long bath but Friday morning is not the best time for that, especially when y
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