He did not know what came over him. Still, Takahashi Sato immediately grabbed Misao Aika and dragged her to his room.
“Mom! I need help with my assignment. I will borrow Misao-san first!” He yelled out when he got a hold of himself. They were already in front of his room by then.
Takahashi Sato opened his door forcefully before pushing her inside. "Tell, me what are you doing here? Huh?" He asked immediately while standing, arms crossed around his chest.
Instead of answering, she looked around the room before her gaze was particularly focused on the bed.
"Your room is clean," she commented as she walked towards the bed before sitting on it. Misao Aika then looked at me with a strange smile, "So, where's your assignment that you need help with?" She asked, every word getting softer and softer.
Takahashi Sato felt his throat dry. He gulped down subconsciously while look
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasnât going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didnât know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didnât like the circumstances surrounding that fact.âHere is your tea,â she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. âThe weather outside is beautiful today.ââYes. Yes, it is,â Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. âHow about we go somewhere else while this dries?â he suggested.âSure.âTogether with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.âIâll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,â she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, âYou mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?âDorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, âYes. Yes, he has. Many times.ââWill you be able to testify against him in court?â Aston asked as calmly as he could.âYes, I will. I think Iâve had enough of him,â she finalized.âWell, I admire your courage, my lady,â Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. âBy the way, did you meet the pa
ââWe caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,â the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. âItâs fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steveâs way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. âHeâs right this way. Iâm not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but heâs been expecting you.âExpecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Astonâs best friend and the owner of âFrom Our Heartsâ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, âI can assure you that thereâs nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juicesâ and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part âshe didnât regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasnât sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.âSo Iâll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?â Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, âBye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.ââOkay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,â Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.âAnd you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,â she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paulâs grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibitionâ something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. âHello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?ââAbsolutely,â Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.âLetâs go in,â she said to Aston leading the way. âHow do you like your tea?â Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.âAnything is fine, thank you,â he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
âOh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,â she said.âI thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,â she explained excitedly. âMeeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.âIt was Astonâs turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.âIâm sure youâll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.ââYou know I didnât exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.ââThat makes sense. I didnât think you paint. I though
For heavenâs sake, he wasnât some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldnât he stop thinking about Dorothyâs body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.ââI guess we can now deduce my idea wasnât laced with foolishness after all,â Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, âDonât get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.ââWeâll see about that, mate. Weâll see.âThe whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didnât make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didnât.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paulâs fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.âYou love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?â He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.âI am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!â She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, âOh câmon. Youâre just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.âHe then grabbed her shoulder