CAMILLA~•~"Cam! Camilla!" She continued to call after me, while I stomped out of the restaurant. But, I could not hear her, the only sounds I could hear were the sounds of my forced chuckles, and the sound of my heart breaking. I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, but the tears would not stop flowing. I lost my mother because of him, and now, he has taken my sister away from me. Whenever I saw him, some kind of loss always seemed to follow.I was tired, so tired of everything that had to do with him.Freddie's house was a ten minutes walk from the restaurant, but I was not sure I could walk without falling to the ground. I boarded a taxi and stuck my eyes outside the window, so I would not drive past his house. His car was in his driveway when I alighted from the taxi. I had never been more happy to see that car in my life. I took wobbly steps towards his door and knocked on it once. I waited for three minutes, but there was no reply. I sniffed back my tears and knocked a
IVAN~•~ She had no idea how badly I wanted to rip her dress apart, push her to the bed and make fast and intense love to her. She had no idea how much I had been longing to hear her say those words. I also did not have an actual idea, until I heard her say them. She was not drunk, she was not high, she was in control of her full five senses. Yet, I could not bring myself to touch her anymore. My hands fell to my sides, and I stared down at her, unable to move a single inch. She waited for the moment I would pick her from the ground, I could see the anticipation in her eyes. But, it never came. I never made a move to touch her. Slowly, her anticipation turned into a deep scowl, her eyes turned thin, while she narrowed them on me. "What?" She asked, with teary eyes.."What is the matter? Even if you don't think I am good enough to be touched?" I narrowed my eyes on her, I did not know when an amused scoff escaped my throat. "What? No, this does not have anything to do with wh
IVAN~•~ I was up, bright and early the next morning. What? You thought the boss would have all the time in the world to sleep right? Well, I never did. I always saw my father rise early like he was the fucking janitor. And when I asked why, one day, he told me; "Son, if you want to successfully run a company, run it from the roots. Don't stand on top of a six story building, or on top of a horse higher than your ego. Come down to the ground. That way, you can see things at the top, and at the bottom." To be honest, no truer words had ever been spoken. I did my daily routine workout for an hour, made myself a quick breakfast of toasted bread and lemon tea - even though Antonio was in the kitchen, staring right back at me. I did not want him to bother himself with my breakfast, I was already running out of time. I knew Tina would still be asleep, so I didn't bother going to her room. I hurried back to mine and took a refreshing and relaxing shower. While trying to forget the fact
AUTHOR ~•~ "Why, hello! Elina." Sarah Holloway spoke up, her broadest smile plastered on her model-like face. As she spoke, she moved closer to the woman, while ignoring her husband's death stare. Sarah noticed how Elina stared at her as though she were a ghost, someone who had just risen from the dead. When she stood in front of the tall and curvy woman, she stretched her hand to her, requesting a friendly handshake. But, there was nothing friendly about Sarah's intentions for the woman. She knew that Elina wanted her husband, Elina had always wanted her husband. Three years had come and gone, so if Ivan was still hers - which he had to be, considering the fact that they were both still married - he would be hers forever. Until of course, her mission was fulfilled. Elina stared down at the hand, before taking it in hers. Sarah gripped hold of the woman's hand, sending her a deadly smile that screamed "run for your life." But, Elina would not deter. She had only backed down for
AUTHOR ~•~ She stormed into the study with her phone in her hands. She pressed the speaker on her right ear while she frowned, her right foot tapping the marble floor continuously. It was obvious she was angry, very angry. Her husband never seemed to miss out on a chance to humiliate her and Sarah Holloway was not sure how long she could tolerate him. "Tranquilla, non ti preoccupare. It's okay, do not worry about it." The voice at the other end of the phone tried to assure her, but Sarah was far from assured. "No way, Papa. No way! You needed to see what he did to me at the office today. He embarrassed me, in front of his whore papa! His fucking whore!" Sarah scoffed and placed her sweaty palm on her head. "Well, you are right about that. She did sleep with him while you were gone. But, it was only once." Sarah scoffed and settled into her husband's luxurious furniture. She crossed her legs as she leaned into the sofa. "Thank you, dad. I feel a lot better." The reply was sarca
CAMILLA~•~ First of all, what the hell was happening? One minute, I was in my room still thinking and brainstorming ways to switch mister Ivan's drugs, the next minute, I was being threatened by his wife. Ever since I found out he was being poisoned with antidepressants, it had been hard to think of anything else. I had thought about speaking to his wife, but I could not bring myself to trust her, and I did not understand why. To clear my head and protect my sanity from the noise the children blissfully created in the hallway, I packed my books and stepped out of the room, locking my door behind me. I walked down the stairs and walked to the kitchen, but when I heard the voice of the baby boy upstairs crying, I thought it was best to inform Antonio. Their mother and I were not exactly the best of friends, especially as I was rapidly growing feelings for her husband. And let's not forget how I had begged him to fuck me. He was right about one thing. At that point, I was grieving,
CAMILLA ~•~ I couldn't sleep that night or the nights after that. His invitation continued to replay in my head. The way he held onto my legs, the way he sought comfort and support in the most subtle of ways. It had me wondering why Sarah had left in the first place. Yes, I must admit the man had been a complete douchebag when we first met. He was obnoxious, irritating, and believed that everyone had to do everything his way because he was synonymous with God, law, and order. He did annoy the living daylight out of me and I never believed that living under his roof, with him, could turn out to be one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Knowing that someone needed me, knowing that I was important to someone and they needed me, was the best feeling I could bring myself to feel. Mister Ivan said the party was on a Sunday night, so we had to fly into Napa on a Saturday evening. It would only be a one-hour flight, at most an hour and thirty minutes. So, I packed up a few c
IVAN~•~ The entire journey with Camilla by my side was torture. Not because she was a bad traveling partner, but because for more than half of the journey, I wanted to reach out and touch her in ways only I could imagine.And that was the reason why I opted to stay in my room when she wanted to stay in the lounge. There was no way I could be in the same space with her for more than thirty minutes without wanting to tear her dress to shreds and take her there and then, right in the lounge. We landed in Napa after two hours, which was fair, seeing as it was a night journey and the pilot had to be very careful. From the airport, we were picked up by a limousine and driven to the hotel where we would be staying. The five-star hotel was fully paid for by Trofin, so we did not need to bother. I only checked our names on the guest list, before I was given the key to our room. Yes, that was the problem. Vladimir Trofin, God bless his old age, did not think that I would want to sleep in