I am glancing at this cute, chubby doll looking all bubbly as she runs around with other kids at this park. She has played almost all the games here, and now, after making me and Andy run around like kids playing with her, she is having a great bonding time with other kids. Looking at her, I feel so content. Seeing her this happy and free fills my heart with joy. She is happy. Andy is happy. I am happy. I will do anything and everything to make sure their faces remain this bright. These smiles are my source of happiness. How time flies, huh? I walked into their lives just two months ago. They were so reserved. I recall the scolding I received from Andy the first time I did something about his daughter without him knowing. He went berserk. He acted so insecurely wild. At some point, I thought he was being a drama king. But after knowing him and learning all that he has been through, I completely understand now why he is so protective and insecure about his daughter. She is the only fa
I stare at this cheating, lying bastard before me. His demeanour is still as intimidating as before. Actually, it's more intimidating now that he seems to have added more pounds over the years. Tall and really huge. Hasn't he heard of the word "gym"? And what's with all these nauseating tattoos, for heaven's sake? IMAO! "How do you know about me and Andy?" I ask, so flat and emotionless. This nincompoop humiliated me before. He disrespected me once. I won't let him do that to me again. What he thinks of me doesn't matter. "Are you seriously asking me that? You two can't hide your infidelity even in public." The balls!Infidelity? I didn't see it that way. Now, this hurts, but I can't be weak in front of him. I can't let his fucking option break me. If that is his motive, to humiliate me once again, he will wait forever to see that happen.He was always a dick in the ass. Always will be. "You know what, Damian? I don't give a fuck what this seems like to you, because you are the l
"Are you okay?" He asks, shifting his eyes to me. I look at him, and I can see in his eyes that he has so many questions. At least he remained calm, because I was scared of him losing his cool to the annoying bastard. "I am. But I wouldn't mind a hug." He embraces me tightly, calming me down. He really doesn't need to put in any effort. That is how strong his magic is for me. "You have such an annoying ex." He says behind me, and I pull away from the hug, but he keeps me pressed to him. I look into his beautiful eyes. "He is not my ex." I say, tightening my hands around his neck. "I like your definition of that word. Why does he seem so mad at you? Did you bite his balls?" Shit, Andy! I hate it when you act dirty because you make my mind go haywire. But I love it all the same because you arouse the dark side of me that I never knew existed. What charm do you use on me? "Seriously, I wish I did. That way, he would have a good reason to be mad at me." "Well, forget that, because
I slowly limp back from the bathroom to my bed, feeling so tired of this room. It has been two good weeks since I had that accident, but it was not as serious as Andy is making it look. I only got a few injuries on the back of my head and my hip, and a very minor one on the hand, but this Andy guy has made a great deal out of it. I don't get to do a single thing in this house. He has taken up all the responsibilities. He has even reduced himself to working from the house since the day I suffered the accident. He takes Angel to and from school, and he has hired a cleaner to do the laundry for us and mop the house. Well, since he can't cook and I have a sense that he can't allow anyone else in his kitchen, we have gone back to eating ordered food. The food from outside has its own special taste, I must admit, but the sweetest of our meals is the breakfast. Why? Andy devoted himself to making it for us. I don't enjoy being babysat at all, but getting that special treatment from Andy hit
He sprawls me gently on his bed and lies beside me, his chest on mine, our eyes scanning our faces. I don't know why he prefers his bedroom over mine, but I like it even more. I like that he wants to live with our memories close to him. On his bed. He lifts his T-shirt, which is acting as my dress to cover my nakedness. He pulls it out, leaving me with nothing. The devilish smile on his face says how well he loves the idea that I have nothing but my birth suit. He runs his hand through my bare skin, giving my nipples a soft pinch each, and he takes pleasure in admiring them for a while. I know he loves my boobs; he has told me that countless times. "How do you like the sight?" I ask, unbuttoning his shirt one button after the other, not forgetting to run my fingers on his chest where I can. I love how tight his muscles are. "I love it." He says, helping me throw his shirt on the floor where my T-shirt lies. I ran my hands savagely on his chest, playfully pinching and pulling his ni
I waddle slowly down the stairs without making any alarming noises because I want to surprise these two people, who have become integral to me. I can't stay cooked up in that room of mine anymore. It has suffocated me adequately. Moreover, my hip doesn't hurt that much. See, I am not even trudging anymore. Andy is just taking advantage so that he can keep cuddling me on the bed all day. I don't mind, though, but at least he should let me walk around. I cross the sitting room and proceed to the kitchen. I wonder what they are doing. The aroma is so inviting from afar, but why the silence? Why am I not hearing their little chit-chats or their outbursts of laughter? "Something smells so sweet in here! What are you guys cooking?" I start announcing my presence the moment I set foot inside the beautiful kitchen, but I stop midway. The aroma is sweet, no doubt, but the atmosphere here is something else. "What happened? What's wrong?" I ask, strolling to where Andy and his daughter are perc
We all walk to the dining area and have our dinner like the happy, beautiful family that we are going to be. Angel's appetite quite skyrocketed today. Oh, I love her. I love them. On the other hand, I feel like number one. I am the luckiest woman on earth to have these two beautiful souls in my life. I feel like I own the entire world. Love is really sweet. I can't wait to have this beast of mine all to myself so that I can show him just how much I appreciate it. Oh, I am itching for that. Andy offers to clean the dishes after we are done eating that burned roast chicken he prepared for us. I don't blame him at all. We drew all our attention to the crucial matter a while ago, and we solely forgot about everything else, including the chicken that was cooking in the oven. Since it was too late when we resolved the matter and because it was past Angel's bedtime, we decided to eat the chicken just the way it was, but most of it went to waste. It was sweet, if only it didn't burn. So her
We pull up in front of a classic hotel someplace I don't know, because again, Andy decided to corner me into one of his tricks. Not that he has done that many times, actually, and to be precise, he did it just once. That day, I refused to talk to him, and he asked Mark to kidnap me and take me to his office. Well, not exactly kidnapping, because I didn't have a gun pointed at my head, nor was I bundled into or forced into his limousine. He just played with my mind then, like he did today. The only difference with today is that he sent me a text asking me to get ready by eight and that Mark would pick me up and drop me somewhere. He had Mark fetch Angel from school, and I am presuming that he took her to this place he brought me to. Andy also had a package containing a special dress and shoes delivered to me, and on it was a note that said, "I can't wait to lay my eyes on you tonight, dazzling in this silver dress. Te Amo." And him being the sweet annoying ass that he is sometimes, he