When I walked into my warehouse office, Kyle and Briton were both staring at me, well, glaring at me. And I can understand Kyle's anger and I understand his frustration. I went out of the office with Ari a while back, while he was nagged by Marga. "What?" I inquired in a skeptical tone. "Where the fuck have you been all this time?" he asked. I responded, "I told you I'd just drop Ari off at her place." "What a wonderful gesture to drop her off at her place. Even though you knew we were going to have to talk about a lot of shit, you even stayed for a long time!" "Boss, you must have forgotten, several of our guys have been assigned to lady love's safekeeping. The guys follow her wherever she goes." Fucking shit, I totally forgot that. I cannot lie about this, I guess. "The both of you, don't you forget who I am-" As they cut me off, they both shouted, "Yeah, you're the fucking boss!" I couldn't keep myself from a tight smile that escaped my lips. "I'm not sure why you're even s
When I saw that bitch straddling Elliot, I don't know what it was that made me respond the way I did. I'm sure I shouldn't have made such a fuss. I'm sure I shouldn't have been so enraged. For the love of God, I'm engaged. What I don't understand is why I behaved the way I did. It bothered me that she was all over him, while Elliot was clearly enjoying every moment of it. I was furious when I caught her kissing my boyfriend! Yeah? Your boyfriend, Ari? Are you sure he's the real boyfriend? Gosh! I'm talking about my fake boyfriend! I'm a total shameless flirt! What is it about Elliot that makes me feel this way? I fucking have a boyfriend, and I just got engaged to him, which is a huge plus. But why do I still have the impression that the feelings I've had for Elliot that I tried to bury are slowly seeping back into my life? Why is it making its presence felt so suddenly? And every day, I'm left perplexed. I'm trying to convince myself that Matt's absence makes me miss him more. And
The following weeks flew by without a trace. Matt and I don't get to talk or video call as often as we would like because Matt has been so busy with his work. Everything is simply so difficult when you factor in the time difference. Instead, we used messaging to stay in touch as often as possible. When I get up, I'd text him, but he was probably still asleep. When he awakens from his slumber, he will reply to me while I am still asleep. I have no choice but to understand our situation, as difficult as it may seem. I kept reminding myself that we are making these sacrifices for the sake of our future together. Just a little bit of sacrifice and then we can be together again. He can either return to work here in a few years, or I can come to him. We haven't really talked about our plans for the future, especially when it comes to tying the knot, because we're so focused on the moment, especially since Matt is slowly achieving his dreams. I checked my phone as I got out of bed to see
I planned a surprise visit to Ariella's apartment today. Over the last few weeks, I've been extremely occupied with a range of tasks. And my business does not revolve solely around black markets and lawful ventures. A significant portion of my attention was devoted to strategizing and ensuring Marga's capacity to execute her job accurately. To say that I was startled by Matt's ability to switch off his desires is an understatement. If it weren't for the fact that he's Ari's fiancé, I'm positive I'd be impressed with him. He was able to disregard all of Marga's advances, forcing me to contemplate alternative options. I figured he must genuinely care about Ari, huh? This merely suggests that I'd have to improve my game. I can't seem to find a way to remove him from the picture. It's as if every time I come up with a brilliant scheme, it either backfires on me or the asshole comes up with a bigger and better strategy to derail my plans. And I'm a tad irritated. How much luckier can he g
I'm not sure what came over me as I said those words, but that everything she wanted, she would get for today. Because, for the love of all things holy, this is the second chick flick we've watched since she finished her breakfast. And, as much as I wish to support her on this, I am literally pissed off with all the crying in the movie. I can absolutely not stand these kinds of films. Goddammit! I'm a mafia boss, and here I am, sitting and pretending to be completely enthralled in the film. The only benefit I get from all of this is the ability to get all touchy-feely with her leaning over to me. To be honest, I haven't been paying any attention to the movies because I've been too preoccupied with watching her. And every time I see her reaction, my pulse quickens. Despite not liking the movie we're watching, I have a sense of contentment in my heart. Being with her warms my heart in the same way that just looking at her does. And what would I be willing to give up to be able to enjoy
I'm not sure what happened to me. I'm not sure why I suddenly felt compelled to kiss Elliot. But I just did and I gave it my all. I attempted to restrain myself, but the moment I looked into his blue eyes and saw those lips, I knew I was doomed. I was too engrossed in the sensation to notice that I had lost my sense of cognition. I've experienced it. And it's impossible for me to deny it. I've sensed the connection. It was even better than the connection I have with Matt when we kiss. The emotions I felt during those kisses were unreal. Something that can only be described in books by writers. However, it was all true. Does this imply that he has feelings for me as well? Is it reasonable to presume that his feelings for me extend beyond friendship? I am so confused that I'm not sure how to deal with him right now. How could I when I acted like a slut? My goodness, Ari! You were the one who initiated the kiss with Elliot. And to even think that you're engaged already! What the hell is
When her jerk boyfriend phones her, I'm enraged. He shouldn't be in the picture because it's meant to be "our time." But I realized I had to be the bigger person in this situation, so I dragged her phone over to her with all the might I could muster so she could answer the call. If I hadn't pushed her into it, I'm not sure what came over her that she didn't want to pick up the phone at first. Is it an effect of our kiss? Is it because of her feelings for me that she won't talk to him? If that's the case, I'll have to make sure we get some more kisses throughout this day. But it's her reaction following the call that has me most surprised. Ari appeared to be upset to the point of being infuriated. Her indignation is visible in her wrinkled forehead and furrowed brows, and she is failing terribly to conceal it. "What's the matter with you, love? You've just gotten off the phone with your fiancé and are now in a trance. Is this how he makes you feel?" The sound of my voice seems to st
Recently, I've been depressed quite a bit. Matt's phone calls and messages have been dwindling with each passing day. I can't stop thinking about what I heard that night during our last conversation. I am sure that I heard a woman's voice, but I don't want to cast any doubt on Matt. I know I shouldn't. After all, it's me who's been enjoying Elliot's frequent kisses these past several days. Since that day, Elliot and I have been sneaking kisses at each other whenever we get the chance. And I can't stop thinking about Ethan's words from the night we ate supper together. What transpired during that conversation is still fresh in my mind. "So, Elliot, your best friend has spent the entire day with you? Is Matt aware of this?" he inquired, inquisitively. Elliot had already departed before Ethan arrived for our supper, which I appreciated. I don't want Ethan to see him and say things he shouldn't say to him. "It's not a huge issue, Ethan." I answered. "As I've already stated, Elliot and I