The door throws open and we come face to face wity the person responsible. "Stop Diana." Jasper is standing by the door, panting heavily and looking like he's about to pounce on someone. How did he know we were here anyway?
Sometimes, we believe we know people especially those ones who we've craved for and retained in that special place in our hearts. We believe that we know them, their laughter, their thoughts, their actions, their expressions so much that if a situation arises and we think of them, we think of what they would do in such a situation and the odds are that one of the variables we come up with will definitely reflect what they would do. But in this case, I'm looking at the expression on Charles' face and I'm completely lost. I feel like I'm standing in front of a stranger. How I never let myself act on my instincts is what baffles me.
I don't know how long I've been standing here, ogling this man's muscles ripple from the way he's lifting that iron. He seems to be in control of what he's doing. With so much deftness. Once he spots me I quickly avert my gaze. How embarrassing. I can literally feel the heat on my face. The sounds of metals clanging around me brings me out of my reverie and again I'm asking myself what I'm doing in a gym. Oh, that's
He started to walk away, what did I expect. I should really stop having expectations. Apparently I'm worth nothing in his eyes. Suddenly, he stops in his tracks and turns in my direction. He's looking at something on his arm but I'm looking at his face trying to decipher his expression and didn't realize I had grabbed him by the sleeve. He held my hand and gently put it down. "Talk, I'm listening". He says. Funny because his eyes say he has a lot to say to me but he cannot say them.
Well, that couldn't have been worse. I've told myself time and again that whatever Jasper does with his life doesn't concern me and this marriage is a sham. A marriage of convenience, yet I'm worked up about my encounter with Patricia. I'm standing at the entrance of the hotel thinking whether to go in or not but I'm really not feeling up to it. what a joke. It's just my second day of training and I'm already skipping classes. Girl, you've really done it this time. I'll just have to avoid them for as long as possible, no matter what happens I won't get in either of their way. The decision to distract myself with swimming lessons
I'm beginning to think that I overreacted. Jasper must be mad at me. The last four days has been the longest for me since I got here because he hasn't talked to me. If anything, he's certainly good at keeping grudges and I'm getting the idea to follow in his footsteps. "Good morning Diana." Not to forget everytime I try to forget what happened, this bitch shows up, she is getting on my last nerve. Apparently some women have no shame. "I'm sorry about what happened the other day. I'll talk to Jasper if you don't mind. He can be difficult at time." The audacity If I didn't know her already, I'd have probably falle
Mrs Luther and I engaged in a light conversation for a while, and the more we talked, the more I feel something is wrong. If I want her to understand what is really happening I should make things clear and give her a detailed analysis of what my place is in this marriage. "You must be mistaken. Jasper and I aren't that close. He's
I smell old spice and lavender. It's comforting and familiar. That's the same way Jasper's room smells, I'll never tell him that I love that scent. Wait! Jasper's room, what am I doing here. He's supposed to be working in here with She who shall not be named.
I didn't realize how much pent up I had been bottling up. All I could see was red. Blood red. The satisfaction I was getting from this was sickening but I didn't care. I was far too consumed in anger and thirsty for some respect. She pled with me over and over again but I couldn't be moved, what a waste,