I MET YOU

When I woke up I thought I was alone, but no, she was still there; in my bed. She was not one of those men who used women, but when a person leaves a part of himself in you, it becomes difficult to discard that piece and become you again. When Allyson left my world didn't fall apart. Not like those dramatic novels where nothing makes sense and things lose color. She had a reason to fight: Lucas. During that time I did my best to be a good father. I filled him with love and placed my hope in him; I clung to my son like a shipwrecked man to his lifeboat. That worked when things started to get out of hand; for the nights when I wanted to call her, listen to her, or catch a plane to London. After a while I went with the flow of the world like a mature man is supposed to. However, she was still in my heart. Overwhelming my senses and cutting off what little peace of mind she had. But the icing on the cake was when my son got sick. He did what I could, but it took time to find a diagnosis

For the middle of the night I felt that this dinner was the most boring thing that could be. He was in the auction part, where they were fighting to see which one of them could win a trip to Scotland, which surely they could easily afford, but it wasn't fun if they didn't have to bid on it, was it? It wasn't entertaining unless it was snatched from someone else's hands. In my search away from those pretentious piece of shit, I heard a curse in the ladies' room. The door was half open, I could just walk in, but I wasn't going to risk seeing something I couldn't erase from my memory so I waited patiently until I found out it was the woman who came with Jones. At that point I had serious trouble remembering her name, but I wasn't sure why Chelsea's name popped into my head after a few seconds. A black-haired girl accidentally crossed my mind. However, I let it slide when Jones's escort gave me a suspicious look. I looked at her, looking for the reason for her curse, however, everythi

Rain was never a big problem for me when I first came to Louisiana. I loved Florida for its sunny weather, the beaches, tourists who never slept, so moving to Louisiana wasn't so bad, except in the summer when hurricane season started; but even so, the days were so illuminated that they made a good contrast for people like me who did not arrive in time for the distribution of melanin. Surely the first thing that came to your mind was: typical girl with such a big family drama that she needs a lot of help. I didn't follow that pattern. I decided to fight for myself and get ahead. Some decisions better than others, but no one could accuse me of staying in a bed and letting my life go to shit. That's why I ended up in Louisiana. I'm not going to bore you with sad details from my past. The point was, I was in my apartment with more serious problems than a drug-dealing stepfather or an addicted mother.My problem had a name: Patrick Jones. That fucking pig was very good at keeping anyon

Sunny looked at me with those beautiful big green eyes, praying I wouldn't put her to sleep. She was grateful that hers had inherited light, almost ash hair, courtesy of her father, as well as olive green eyes with blue flecks.At two years old, Sunny was not a very talkative child. I thought she was the legacy of her father, very little talkative. Randy was not a bad customer; a little eccentric, but he left a good tip. Unfortunately, one day we were lucky that the condom broke, which caused the accident called Sunny.Randy was married, a man in his late fifties, with a textile company; High profile. I couldn't stay in Florida any longer because Malcolm would never put me down with a baby bump, and while there are a couple of men with a fetish for fucking pregnant whores, most of them didn't like it. Wendy offered to help me while she got a new job.I just had to have Sunny and after three months I started working again. By six months I no longer had milk in my breasts. However, Sunn

My mom used to tell me that I was a lucky girl; she was pretty, talented and smart. However, she forgot the part where being independent leads you to be: "the best friend"; the one that waits in the friend zone because boys like princesses in distress.She understood guys better than some women. Having brothers led me to hang out with them long enough to see what other girls rarely get to know: guys prefer it easy. Yes, if the guy finds a woman who spreads her legs the first time, believe me, she will never notice you; unless he is looking for some stability you will be a zero to the left for him.But knowing that didn't prepare me for the first man I liked in almost seven years to be fucking someone else.I had heard of Bradley since very early in my life; maybe since I was seventeen, when I decided to go to law school. Besides, he was quite a well-known last name in Louisiana. But I heard about it as a task, an investigation; Nothing about his personal life, only in the professional