This weird, mystical, damn handsome, and handsome man is sitting against me and looks at me like I'm his personal deity, provoking in me a desire to surrender to him at once. I know I will surrender, to give him what I thought no man of me would wish. Years of being convinced that I am ugly, miserable, fat, disgusting, undesirable, incompetent, this perfect man has annulled the sincere with kisses and immeasurable longing in the looks that burn my skin. I have already decided until Victor returns, I will take the opportunity and hand over his innocence to his brother. This, hitherto unknown the excitement that just thrives near him, just darkens my mind so I only see him. I know he almost saw my scars, but I can't reveal it to him, no more. I don’t want to talk about that part of my past at all. I'll hide them more these two days that we will spend together, and for later I don't worry because when Victor returns, this madness stops. I go to my room after lunch and prepare car
He finally looked at me and spread his arms calling me into a hug. I don’t know what just happened, but I feel like he’s actually shaken. "Blake, you tell me everything." The grip of his arms around my shoulders intensified. We are here alone but not I move away from him and I hug him even tighter. "Samantha, I hate other people's touches. I hate her touches. Only, only yours I love. Only yours pleases me, only yours heals me. " I open my eyes wide of this knowledge, trying to figure out the reason. "I noticed that you avoid hugs, handshakes, and…" Interrupt my question. "Don't ask me why, I can't tell you. Not to you. " What does 'not to you' mean to you? Why not me? ” I step away from him a little, a little disappointed because I don't want to open. "Please, good luck, don't be mad at me. It’s something from the past, equally as well as your desire not to see you naked. Even though I know you're hiding t
I heard about you, you know. I knew you existed, that you entered into many homes uninvited and to change the course of life. I heard you come in a cloak, so they call you to lust by mistake, passion, attraction. I heard you give a hand to both a beggar and a rich man, yes you love both old and young. I've heard you choose when in your own special way you will connect. But how do you find two of the same, two parts of the same heart, two halves of the same soul? How did you find me? How did you find her, destined for me, clean and just mine?As she lies next to me, as her black hair wraps around my fingers, while her scent remains imprinted in my sheets, I know you knocked to the right door even before you said your name. Love. I crossed that word four years ago because in agony, because in madness, because in hate… there is no place for love. How can anyone want to touch me, when they do sometimes I disgust myself? Other people’s touches remind me of what they a
We will go out as a real couple among the people, while her hand is in mine, doc my heart now has a reason to beat harder. As the end of the day approaches, I am increasingly aware that I will have to settle for crumbs and the stolen moments because she is not mine the way I would like.He walks next to me as Moby runs around us and I wonder if I deserved it this. I don’t remember what it’s like to feel normal, even though this is the situation all just not normal. I laugh at the thought, and Samantha turns around his warm eyes towards me and he thrusts his hand into mine. We are approachingup the bench, but I feel Samantha slow her pace and almost hide behind me. I call Moby, who's moving on, and I ask Samantha, who blinks her eyes at the crowd in front of us."What happened?"He shook his head a few times as his eyes scanned the mass as if searching for someone."Who did you see?"She shook her head again while her tongue was
I revealed another part of myself to him because I don’t know any different when he handed it over to me. I want to give him all my virtues and flaws and innocence and sinfulness. I feel how much he needs this, maybe more than I do. I feel it in his gaze, as he reads everything in my eyes, as he looks at me like thatdoes not blink, completely enchanted. It makes me feel desirable in my own skin, which I have never felt before senses. And no, this isn't just physical attraction, it's like he's part of my soul, the part I have always missed. My soul, assembled and healed, is crushed again when I cross over his doorstep and I crawl into my bed. I let the tears soak my pillow because my "husband" is coming home soon, and the one I want to call, he is not available to me, he is my secret.A knock on the door startles me, and Victor enters my room."Hey Samantha, are you sleeping?" Sorry, I thought we were going to dinner. I would order Chinese or Mexican food.
That I would feel love for a woman, I did not expect.I just didn't expect to feel love for my brother's wife. Along with the love in the package came jealousy. What to do, the very thought to be touched by one who is entitled to it makes me madlover. She comforted me that there was no touch between them us. I myself am aware that their marriage is just an illusion for others. Got it I wonder why she got into that marriage, to protect herself from the threats of the past. Now the reason why my brother entered into that marriage is still missing. I suppress jealousy which only increases my aggression, while I walk behind Samantha and Victor towards our cars in the yard. He is she holds her arm, the way I would like to hold her. Fluttering dress to the knee hides her perfect thighs, where I spent half the night leading us to devastating climaxes. I haven't had pills since I stopped more erection problems. She is persistent and too much when Samantha is in minene
I burst into my office, slam the door, and lean against it as I do so loud laughter, not better said, a mad grin snatches from my mouth! I don’t believe it, I just don’t believe what I’ve done now!What the hell is going on with me? I ran into Blake's office, chased his ex, then he gave to meet me at the firm, in broad daylight, at his workplace table, was almost caught and no less important lied to Victor AGAIN.Let's start over. I don’t know what made me walk into his office, I heard a woman scream and I immediately thought she would provoke such a reaction as which Rose caused.However… when I went in to calm the situation down, I didn’t expect to find him petrified at that table. It was as clear to me as day yes trying with the last atoms of strength to stay with himself. I can already feel that fire that smolders in it and I know it doesn’t take much to turn into a flame that will swallow it all. What that woman to
My colleague Dayane enters my office by appointment to resolve the issue cleaning service. The new cleaner is by no means satisfied with her work, I’ve already heard him carry coffee to some empty office and drink for an hour instead of working. I'd better call her and talk to her than Blake. In that case, she will resign herself. God, how all these people are afraid of him, and he is only a man eager for love and tenderness. My love and tenderness. I remind myself that I was afraid of him in the beginning, and look at us now…I deal with this case a little more before I call a colleague to talk to hear her side because this department is undermined after all jurisdiction.Five minutes before 4 pm I stand impatiently on my feet because I am done all the tasks today and I'm waiting to go home with Blake."I'm going home with Blake, you have fun. See you in the evening. "I'm texting Victor because I'm a selfish bitch who seems to love it to do
Fucking shock and fucking disbelief…They still hold me as I watch Samantha's head on my pillow. Love me. Not only does a woman love me, but a woman who loves me I love. Maybe I couldn’t get it over my mouth in that shape, but I think she is aware that I love her, her, and no one else. Did I deserve to be loved? Should I tell her right away and be left without her?The fear that eats away at my soul struggles with the logic that says it will once you find out everything.To judge me now or to have it selfishly to the last seconds? Selfish as I am, I opt for the second option. She is mine and she loves me. I'm not giving it up. I dare keep it my own."Samantha…" I whisper her name softly, although I'd rather she stay there to sleep with me forever."Samantha… love…" Now I can call her whatever I want.She stirred sweetly and a smile dawned on her lips."Blake, haven't you had enough twice before?" He r