ChristianIt's been a while since I'm back to the villa and I haven't gathered the courage to speak to Ivanna yet. I know whatever I'm going to do isn't wrong but the fact that she may take things the wrong way scares the hell out of me. I often miss Ivanna who used to understand me despite anything, who used to believe in my words, my decisions, and my suggestions. Even if we shared different points of view, she had always been understanding."I just wanted to remind you that Andrea will be unavailable for the next two days. It'll be better if you take Ivanna to her tomorrow itself", Emily says on the call.I remain silent. Even though I can hear her, I might have forgotten that I had to speak. I had to reply."Can you hear me?" She asks a bit louder."Yes!" I mumble. "Are you still not sure about it?""I don't know""That's not a convincing answer", she groans. "It's been like weeks since I suggested this to you. It was enough time to think and take a decision"I part my lips and
Emily"Bloody hell!" I hear Kane cursing behind me and turn around, finding him lying on his stomach on the bed. "When did you come?" I gasp. "When you didn't notice", his muffled voice comes as his face is pressed against the pillow. I chuckle, surging towards him, and plop onto his back on my stomach. "Lord, Em! Are you planning my murder or what?" His pressed voice comes. A soft giggle escapes my mouth as I press my lips against his neck. "You know sometimes your cheesy kisses aren't gonna when you're literally lying on my back. It's already aching!" He shrugs. "But anyway, I loved it"He looks for my hand, reaches it, and brings it near to his face. "Should I get down?" I ask him. "No. It's better", she mumbles. "I might break your back", I giggle."Not everyday you come by yourself to cuddle your husband, huh! Better if I don't interrupt that'', he husks.I can't help but laugh. "You know I would. But you're too quick to come and get started. How am I going to be the fir
IvannaI hear my voice coming out as a whisper, shaking and scattering all over when I tell him that I don't have any mental issues. I admit that I'm being too unreasonable lately but that doesn't mean I have issues. It stings when he tells me that I have issues. Even if that was someone else, I could easily digest it. But it's Christian. I have never imagined hearing something like this from him. He kept telling me that I'm perfect, I'm overthinking, I'm good for him, even the best. Was it all a lie? When he thinks I have issues, what is the need of giving me false consolation? He doesn't move for seconds. His eyes are frozen on me when he slowly parts his lips and seals them back, pulling me closer to him."Iv!" He groans. "I didn't mean that. I'm not saying you're mentally ill"Is he serious?I feel my throat aching, my eyes and my lips trembling. I'm on the verge of crying. "But that's what you feel, Christian. Don't you?" I scoff, staring at him with my eyes burning. A thick
ChristianI didn't wanna do this to her. Making her cry would be the last thing on this earth I can think of. But no matter how much I tried to keep her happy, it wasn't enough. She ended up snatching her own happiness. I wanted to say that it didn't matter. If she didn't go, that's fine. She doesn't need to do anything she doesn't want to. And I'll never be tired of ranting this same thing again and again. I can spend my entire life telling her how much I love her and how much she matters to me. I won't stop doing that.But I held back. I pushed the urge of telling her everything that was going on inside my head because that would give me temporary relief but a permanent scratch to her. I know she didn't expect me to say those things to her. She might be having questions. Enough questions that she wants to ask me.She might be thinking I have lied to her all these years. But I didn't. She needs to understand the way I have been doing. "Master, please sit. I'm getting the meals",
ChristianAfter I came back to the villa after dropping Chrissie off at school, I headed back to the room to pick up some files. I hoped Ivanna didn't wake up since it's hard for me to behave rudely with her. I'm determined to not go for a temporary dispute this time. When I reach the door and find Ivanna next to the bedside drawer, I halt over there and peep inside. She's staring at the card I had put inside the drawer last night with no intention for her to see it. But now, I think it's good that she has seen it.I wait for her to put it back in the drawer or just dump the card into the bin but a few seconds pass, and she doesn't move her eyes from it. She keeps staring at it and then she takes her phone and clicks a picture of the card. She puts the card back in the drawer, leaving me shocked and confused at the same time. Why wouldn't she just keep it?Maybe, she doesn't want me to know she has taken it. I don't know what's going on inside her head. Before she can turn around
Ivanna I step inside the pitch-dark cabin and surge inside. There's no one at the desk. The receptionist told me Andrea is inside but I'm unable to locate her anywhere in the cabin."Good afternoon, Ivanna", a sharp voice comes from somewhere as I roll my eyes. My eyes finally land at the corner of that huge cabin. That woman is standing near a massive bookshelf that is filled with tons of books I can never think of reading. I have often avoided reading books with too much depth because I thought they were gonna drive me crazy. Andrea looks like in her late thirties. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. She's lean with enough stretch marks on her face which unexpectedly makes her look more gorgeous when she smiles.The anticipation that I was going through before entering the cabin starts decreasing with the sight of hers. I feel a kind of positive in her smile as if I can already trust this woman with all my hidden emotions."Good afternoon", I pass her a warm smile."I'm glad you'
IvannaI completed the research paper in less than an hour today and this is like breaking a record. I have been struggling with my work recently. Due to my messed-up schedules and awful incidents happening around me, I couldn't focus on the firm much. All thanks to Jane and Nora for handling it all like theirs. But I'm noticing we're lagging so much.My thirty day plan of researching the medicine out of rare seeds was about completed two days back. And I just realised that the whole month has passed and I haven't read a single topic related to it.Sucks!What have I been even doing?Nothing. "That's a lot of work, Ivanna", Tate shrugs, curling up her face as we walk through the corridor while figuring out how much work has to be done. "I know", I exhale deeply and reach the lobby to collect some information from the reception. The firm seems to be way too noisy today. I don't know what the hell they are gossiping about."What's going on, Tate?" I ask, skimming through the papers
Ivanna"Lord, girl! You did it!" She whistles on the call as if I achieved a gold medal or something. "Relax, Emily!" I sigh. "It was just the first session""And you liked Andrea. That's already a victory. Once you like your therapist, you know that half of your problems are solved. You know I was too unsure about Camden when I first met him. Especially when I knew he was a man and my problems were more like only women can relate. But he was so damn amazing. Seventy percent of my anxiety was gone after the first session with him. I can't thank him enough for whatever he did for me. Sometimes, family, friends, and your partner can't do those things for us that they can do. Basically, just trust Andrea and follow her instructions. We'll see a massive change in yourself and- ah Okay!" She laughs. "I don't wanna blab anymore""Thanks for wasting your time on me, Emily", I sigh."Yeah, right!" Her pressed voice comes. "Don't get started, Ivanna. Anyway, I'm glad and I hope Christian is h