I felt a warmth on my stomach, which caused me to wake up. Looking around, I saw that I wasn’t at my home. I remembered Michael carrying me to the car but everything went blank after that.
There was a heating pad on my stomach and I was wearing an oversized jersey and my underwear.“I see you’ve woken up,” Michael said as he entered the room. He was still in his work clothes but his sleeves were rolled up. He had a tray in his hand with food on it.My mouth watered instantly. I didn’t even know I was so hungry.“I could really go for some food right now,” I said and he chuckled.“Yes that’s the plan. I made you some chicken teriyaki and noodles.”“Yum, bring it over here.”I immediately dug into the food and began scoffing it down. It was really delicious. If it’s one thing about Michael, he could cook really well.“You were really hungry I see,” he said and I nodded.“Yeah I didn’t really eat today.”“That’s not good Arya. You have to do better.”“My period is so bad sometimes, I just don’t know what to do about it. The medication doesn’t work properly,” I sighed.“You need to visit a doctor,” He said as he opened a can of juice for me.“Thank you. Yeah I’d definitely visit a doctor when I get the time.”“Good, you really need to.”“Wait a second, did you change my clothes?” I asked and he nodded.“Relax, I’ve seen it all before. I didn’t do anything to you. You seemed uncomfortable in your work clothes.”“Thanks,” A light blush tinted my cheeks.“Is that a blush I see there?” He teased and I pouted.“Like I’d ever blush for you.”“Here I bought you something,” He took up a bag from the table and passed it to me.I knew my hormones were out of wack but my eyes immediately welled with tears. I turned away from him and sobbed silently.I quietly managed a “thank you” as I looked through the contents of the bag.It was all my favorite snacks and chocolates. He remembered every single one of them and I was really surprised by it.“You didn’t have to,” I whispered and looked down because I couldn’t face him.“Girls love chocolate when they are on their period. I do the same for Lana,” he shrugged.Of course, this wasn’t special. I was getting caught up again. I almost lost myself in the moment and now his words brought me back down.Lana always seemed to have the edge on me. There was nothing special that Michael and I ever did or have together. He always included her in some way.Michael and I started gaming together a few months after we started dating. I was so surprised when I found out that he even told Lana about gaming too so that they could do it together. It might not be a big deal to others, but it hurt me personally.Even our favorite shows, food, activities, and just anything in general. He would share it with her, and they would do the same things we would.It was unfair to me in so many ways. Couldn’t he just have been my boyfriend?"Well, chocolate fixes everything,” I said, forcing a smile.“But I should get going. I’m also taking a day off tomorrow. Just until I feel better.” I said this as I stood up.“You’re leaving already. I had some chocolate chip cookies baking, and they are almost done. I figured you’d want.”“That’s okay, all I really want right now is the comfort of my bed.”"Well, you can go change down the hall. It’s the room on your left.”I grabbed my clothes and went to change. I neatly folded the clothes and placed it in the dresser.I took my purse and the snacks he gave me and left.My feelings gnawed at me, and I knew I would fall back down the rabbit hole if I let it overcome me.But I wasn’t that weak girl anymore. I wouldn’t let Michael walk all over me. I was determined to never love him again.As I stood outside the elevator, the door opened. I was about to step inside when I bounced into Lana.I left Michael and by that time I was on my way home. It was evening time. I wasn’t far from my apartment when I felt it—a presence behind me. My pace quickened instinctively, but the footsteps behind me matched mine, steady and deliberate. I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart sank. Tony. He stepped out from the shadows, his eyes cold and predatory. My pulse quickened, and a wave of fear washed over me. "Tony," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing here?" He smirked, a sinister glint in his eyes. "I heard you've been running your mouth about me, Arya. Getting Yasmeen’s family involved... Not a smart move." I took a step back, my mind racing. "Stay away from me." "Now, now," he said, closing the distance between us. "You should've stayed quiet. But you didn’t, did you? You had to ruin everything." Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, his grip bruising. I struggled, trying to pull away, but he was too strong. "Let me go!" I shouted, my vo
I sat frozen, staring at the door long after it closed behind him. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, left beating somewhere on the other side. The silence in the kitchen was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as I hugged myself, trying to hold in the sobs threatening to break free. But I couldn’t. The pain was too much, too raw. My shoulders shook as I cried, each tear falling like a piece of the life we had built together.Why did I wait so long to tell him?Why did I let fear control me?The questions circled in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last.I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. I couldn’t just sit here and drown in my own misery. I had to do something. I had to find him.Grabbing my coat from the back of the chair, I wiped my face hastily, though the tears continued to fall. My hands trembled as I fumble
"You seem distant," Michael said, his eyes searching mine as we sat together in the quiet of his kitchen, sipping our morning coffee. His voice was gentle but laced with concern.I looked down at the steam rising from my cup, avoiding his gaze. "I’m just... tired," I replied, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "Work’s been a lot lately."Michael frowned, clearly unconvinced. "Arya, I know you better than that. It’s not just work." He reached across the table, his hand warm as it covered mine. "What’s going on?"I hesitated, the words on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out. Tell him. Be honest. But my mind flashed back to the elevator, to Damon’s kiss, and my chest tightened with guilt and confusion."I..." I started, then shook my head. "It’s nothing, really." I pulled my hand away, gripping the edge of the table as if it could anchor me. "Maybe I just need a little space to clear my head."Michael's eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of something—disappointment, may
I practically ran out of the elevator the second the doors opened, putting as much distance between me and Damon as possible. My heart was still racing, my lips still tingling from his kiss. Why did I kiss him back? The question replayed in my mind over and over as I forced myself to focus on the client meeting.I managed to get through it, delivering the pitch and discussing terms like nothing had happened, but I was on autopilot the entire time. The second it was over, I grabbed my things and headed home, needing to talk to someone—someone who wouldn’t judge me but would help me sort through this emotional chaos.Yasmeen was already lounging on the couch when I got home, a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a reality show playing on TV. She took one look at me and immediately knew something was up.“Oh no,” she said, setting the bowl aside. “What happened?”I dropped my bag and collapsed onto the couch beside her, burying my face in my hands. “You’re not going to believe this.”“Try me,
I pushed his hand off my waist, my breath quick and unsteady. “Get away from me, Damon,” I snapped, my voice trembling with barely contained anger.He didn’t move immediately, just stood there with that same infuriating smirk. “Why are you so worked up, Arya? I’m just—”“Just what?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “Just trying to manipulate me? Just playing your stupid mind games? You waltz back into my life like nothing happened, like you didn’t hurt me, like you didn’t laugh in my face when I told you how I felt!”Damon’s smirk vanished. I took a shaky step back, my fists clenched at my sides, every word pouring out like I had been holding it in for far too long. “You think you can just show up, say a few words, and I’ll fall at your feet again? Well, I won’t. I’m not that girl anymore.”“Arya—” he started, but I didn’t let him finish.“You broke me, Damon!” My voice cracked, and before I could stop myself, tears spilled down my cheeks. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to put
The day started off as ordinary as any other.I adjusted my blazer and smoothed down my skirt as I entered the sleek, glass-walled building just a few blocks from Michael’s company. The client meeting was supposed to be quick—discuss the details, finalize a proposal, and be out in no time. But life had a twisted sense of humor.As I stepped into the lobby, the soft hum of classical music playing through the speakers did little to calm my nerves. I pressed the button for the elevator, checking my phone for any last-minute updates from the client. Nothing. Good. One less thing to stress about.The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the 18th floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand slipped between them, forcing them back open.Of course. Life just couldn’t resist.Damon.My breath hitched as he stepped inside, looking as infuriatingly confident as ever in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark eyes locking onto mine the momen