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Maria Space-
It wasn't just an article that circulated with those pictures. Jackson couldn't believe his eyes. Why on earth would Natasha do that? There were several pictures of them flying around the internet, his eyes were shut close in the pictures but it revealed enough skin to make people misunderstand, and the worst of it? They were on his bed. Praying that Maria doesn't see it wouldn't stop anything, he knew she was going to, or maybe she already has and was currently cussing at him. He'd do the same too, if he looked at it from her point of view, pictures of your partner with another person whom she knew was interested in him never say anything good, it's only normal she'd doubt him, he needed to talk to her. Comments flew around in swarms, a reasonable amount of them negative, as expected. The ones who knew nothing of his story created their own illusions and conspiracies of how he only married Maria as a font so he could focus on who he truly loved behind the scenes, Natasha. He didn't c
Maria Ties.
The person's footstep grew louder as his pace increased, and so did hers. She would have been sprinting if her legs weren't declining. The cold air was contrary to the hotness she felt on the inside, like her organs were on fire. Everything burned. She made a quick turn as soon as she got to the front of Harry's house. In the middle of tugging the gate open, she felt the person near. Her muscles stopped working, completely crippled by the fear of what she'd see if she turned. The silence grew louder, between her and the person, even though she was screaming and raging on the inside, her body leaned limply on the gate, a prayer in her eyes that her mouth won't mutter. "Maria..." The voice called out, and to her relief, it was a familiar one. She became powerful enough to turn instantly."Harry? You startled me, what are you doing here? Where's your car?" She ranted, then immediately realized those questions were too much for that man who stood before her. His cheeks were flushed and
Maria Space.
"Last night was quite eventful," she raised a brow as she teased, "I got to learn why the moon wasn't red." Maris was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, waiting for the toaster to beep as it provided her the warm comfort of warm bread. His face flushed instantly but he kept dabbing the towel on his wet hair, he had just woken up and taken his bath. "I swear, I'd never drink again. Alcohol is my worst enemy. I wonder what else I said...or did." He walked aimlessly to the other end of the room, "my head fucking hurts, jeez." You begged me to stay, just like your brother did. And I have no intention of doing that in the way you want."Nah, it's fine, sit, I'd make you something to eat." She offered and he shook his head."I just want to go back to bed and feel sorry for myself for a little while. That's how I get back on my feet. By the way, why are you all dressed up? Do you have somewhere you have to be?" "Yeah, I figured I should talk to Sean myself, hopefully, I make up a bet
Maria Oops-
It was planned by Natasha, that Bitch- what But it happened, and God knows what else went down then too? What does he even mean by that? Are you asking if they had sex?No, it doesn't matter if they did- I mean, I- I don't even care.Are you sure you do not care? Why then are you getting so worked up?"I am not getting worked up!" Maria yelled, a mistake on her part. She should have just left the argument in a mental state, now the Cab driver looked at her as though he'd swerve left and to a psychiatric hospital anytime soon. She has one more shot till she's accused of doing drugs, he had that look on his face.You are worked up, and jealous. You like him that much, it'll do your ego some good to own up to your emotions rather than pretend not to care. That tiny voice had plans to maim her with disgust. "I do not care, okay! Stop bothering me." Another subconscious yell, if she were the Cab driver, she'd be worried too. "You okay, miss?" He asked with his eyes fixed on the rearv
Maria Crossroads.
"Let me show you the truth, Maria. I'm in love with you."The words she wanted to hear, he spoke with ease, why then does it feel like torture? Maria took a few steps away from him, retreating uneasily from his touch as readiness rose from the pit of her stomach. His eyes were desperate for an answer, positive. That, she couldn't give. There was nothing positive about the damning pit in her, deep enough to swallow. Maria gulped, desperate for defense as it kept slipping through her cold fingers. Her heart had a voice of its own, it chanted yes, it was desperate to see what he supposedly wanted to show. Her mind, however, was too frail, too broken to admit a little part of her wanted to try again. How damaging.Finally, she spoke. "I'd see what there is to see, by myself...not by your feeble trial. If you don't mind." She walked past him, catching a glimpse of the childish mischievousness in his eyes, along with the shades of happiness his lips couldn't conceal. She hadn't said anythin
Maria Restart-
"What?" No, he didn't hear wrong. Harry said what he said. His demeanor became far more menacing and for a brief moment, Jackson could swear a different person sat before him. Harry's livid eyes grew wider by the second with an intent gaze fixed upon Jackson as a whole. The atmosphere became stuffing for them both and the silence ate at their hearts. It was a battle line being drawn by two. One of whom lined the ground with chalk, easily altered while the other had with him a piercing dagger and is ready to slice through the earth to make a point. With gritted teeth, he said again, "I. Will. Not. Give. Up. On. Her." There was a fire in Harry's eyes, it burned with determination and passion, that, Jackson had never seen from someone who had been passive his whole life. Jackson walked on hot coals with his brother before him, his anger spiked while he used every iota of his being to calculate his actions. He wouldn't want to throw Harry off, they've come too far. But one thing
Maria What?
He was a step closer to reaching, turning the tables, and going back to where he already was. There was a coldness in her eyes as she talked, as she looked at him but if he just stared long enough, it was merely a tap hiding the field of warmth that rested there. He'd keep trying, 'cause...why not? It was that day of the week when he finally has to visit his mother, and he had informed Maria about it, she maintained her distance, although the right accommodation hadn't been provided for her and he didn't know where she currently stayed but the fact that she wouldn't be with him at the penthouse made his stomach. He was sure he loved his old house better. Jackson waddled into the bathroom to get prepared, as crazy as it sounds, he was more excited to see Maria than his mother. Does that make him a horrible person? Even if he was, his foolish heart wouldn't confirm it. He also knew how happy his mother would be to see her, it was hard living off sad excuses of Maria being busy, too
Maria Penthouse.
"What? I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean." Jackson came to a sudden halt, whatever this man had in mind, it wasn't going to sit nicely with anyone of them. "Oh, you know what I mean. Does tying knots at a nameless church count as anything? For all I know you are very much single and she's just living off you."What was this madness going to lead to?"Father..." He muttered under his breath, the rest of the word sat stuck in his lungs. "What? Don't act surprised son, I know very much about people like that, she could be using you for all care, say money...fame, all of this could be an act and that's why I've paid little to no attention to that love interest of yours." He spoke as though he was unaware of the gravity of his words and how annoying they sounded to Jackson. "Why can't you for once surprise me and leave behind these delusions and see the good in things and people?" He sighed, obviously drained and frustrated, then again, of what use was conversing with him
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