Evita's Tale

Walking down the busy street, I hug my body in my coat as the snow grips my boots. My focus is solely on making it to the bookstore in time for early morning customers. The bookstore, Fine Print, had been a blessing to have been able to get, but working at the store with Victoria gave me more than money. The ability to read and learn all that I was not able to when I was younger was a gift Victoria didn't know she had opened for me.I may have simply thought of them as my parents, but to the world, we lived in, they were immigrants before my parents. Our financials only allowed food, the roof over our heads, and clothes, so after preschool, it became a strain to further my schooling.I knew my Mama was broken by it, raising me no different than she was, but Papa would silence her broken aspirations with words not cruel but no less ignorant. "A woman doesn't need knowledge. She needs a husband." Once he would leave the room she would respectfully dismiss his words, then braid my hair

Feeling my body being lifted, I bring myself closer to the tense body that carries me from my tear-induced slumber. The cold biting my skin makes me hold tighter around his neck. I know it's him because his warmth feels like no other. Whimpering at the time spent in the cold as my feet start to feel the cold, as I bring my face closer to his neck, feeling his rushed pulse.Eyes closed, I let him hold me as we walk into the building, only opening them when I feel the warmth in the room. The lobby is black, gold, and navy blue, with a large chandelier. That's the little I bring attention to because all my attention is on the feeling of the unnamed man who carries me gently in his arms.Under flexed muscles, I could feel slow breaths above a fast-paced heartbeat. Each breath is like he savours it or fears taking a new one because they are countable by the minute. We walk to an elevator and ride to the floor that gets opened for us by the man next to the elevator door. Unphased by the vi

Knowing it was too late, I straightened my back and focused on the door when it stopped, and the doors slowly opened. The wide navy blue entry walls were empty, and my hesitant steps were the only sound to be heard. The door stays open long enough for me to catch my breath before I step out of the elevator. In the centre of the room, a large table with a large white and blue vase holding a bouquet of white lilies fresh into bloom. The rest of the entry carried the same sophistication, with a gold and glass chandelier above the entry. Just gorgeous. I walk further through the room when the open space brings me into the home. The large floor plan allowed the kitchen and living room the space to build it with furniture and art. In the kitchen, my attention draws to catch the reason I even stood in the room.Making my way to the kitchen, where he stood back towards me with his hands on the table scattered with papers. Slowly he turned, feeling my presence behind him, focused eyes and a te

Walking with hesitation, I almost found the feeling towards them obscene. Wondering how I had been able to bare my body and express my pleasure to them yet at this moment where vulnerability had guided me like a path. I felt so bare. The single comfort of my presence came from the growing smile that spread across Celestes' face. She looked like she missed me. I missed her too. Reaching the table with my club between my hands, I give a weak smile between them both before Master steps from his chair and pulls my own out from the seat. He is gentle behind me as his tall figure rests against the shoulders of my coat "You look beautiful." He whispers like a secret before letting it slip over my shoulders and rests on the back of my chair. "Thank you," I whisper in gratitude before they both return to their seats. I soak in the emotions that ricochet through me as I take in the reality that I am here. It’s clear the mass of thoughts and questions leave me hesitant to speak, so Master take

The sound of a shower running wakes me up, forcing my eyes open when I feel an empty bed. I rise from the bed and I look around the room because this isn't the one I had slept in the nights before. No, this was clearly a master's suit with a king bed dishevelled and evident that there were bodies in here other than mine during the night. Yesterday's events come back to me in a moment of silence. From dinner to my agreement to try being with Angel and Celeste. The room, Celeste, Master, it all comes back to me.My attention to my nude state and thoughts is taken when Angel walks out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He meets my stare when he opens the bathroom door and finds me sitting still "Good morning mi Sirena." I smile at his name for me. I still wonder why he calls me his siren. Such a mythical creature, known for bringing men to their deaths by their seduction, the question is, why does he call me that? "Good morning..." And just like that, I wonder, am I allowed t