Charlotte's pov "Get up, Charlotte! We need to talk," Harry urgently pulled my hand. My mum and best friend Ava were sitting beside me, and it was the final day of the award ceremony. "Harry, where are you taking me to? They're about to call your name on stage. Why don't you collect your award first? We can discuss whatever it is you want to talk about after we leave the hall," I replied. "No, please. It'll be too late," he insisted, pulling me away from my seat and the crowd of students and parents. The only person who noticed us leaving was my mum, and she wasn't concerned because she knew who was taking me away. The rest of the people in the hall were engrossed in the activities happening on stage, with medals being awarded to the deserving recipients. Harry had been nominated as the best athlete of the year. That's why I had invited my mum specifically and convincing her to come wasn't easy. I wanted someone I loved to share in my joy, and I knew how much this award meant to
Charlotte's pov The feeling of love was stronger than my desire to obey. My mother's words and occasional yelling from my best friend couldn't persuade me to open the door. I remained silent, consumed by pain and in my own world. All I wanted was for everyone to leave me alone. Eventually, it took the assistance of security personnel to break down the door. Perhaps they thought my silence indicated thoughts of suicide. However, what they found was a woman filled with bitterness, pain, and tears. My mother couldn't offer any immediate help, but she held me close, holding back her own tears. She did this to prevent me from crying even more. When I couldn't bear the pain any longer, I spoke up. "Where do I go from here? He meant everything to me. How is it that the men I loved never loved me back?" I desperately needed an answer, but my mother didn't rush to respond. Instead, she sat beside me and gently caressed my back. After a while, when she saw that my anguish had subsided somew
Charlotte's pov The cab driver suddenly stopped, and I looked at him with hesitation and asked, "Why did you stop?" My emotions were overwhelming, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. "We have arrived at the Premium King's hotel," he replied. To confirm his words, I quickly glanced out the window and saw that we were indeed at the hotel. Nervously, I got out of the car and stood in front of the glamorous building. I felt an urge to turn back, as this was something completely new to me. But there was a part of me that wanted to experience it. If it could help me think less about Harry, then it was worth trying. The first thing that bothered me was how the person attending to me would judge me. If I had to rate my level of decency on a scale of one to ten, I would confidently say six or seven. This was a new experience for me, but it was about to become a secret entry on my life's curriculum vitae. With renewed courage, I took the first step towards the hotel. Accor
Charlotte's pov The first thing I wondered was, what was wrong with me? I didn't want to dwell on my faults because I knew it could lead to an outcome I wouldn't like. To avoid even starting to think about it, I leaned back against the car seat and closed my eyes. "You must be tired," Ava said, touching my shoulder as she joined me in the back seat of the car. Before I could respond, Tyler, Ava's father, spoke up, "She's been on the plane since morning. She must be tired." Even his voice aroused me. Please, stop! Stop thinking about these imagined scenarios. What if Ava could see into my heart? What would she think of me? What's happening to me? Since the moment I made up my mind to pursue relationships with older men, I've found myself attracted to men much older than myself. The closing of my eyes briefly provided some relief, but immediately the image of Ava's dad appeared in my mind. Even with my eyes closed, I could see Tyler's image. Am I infatuated with him because of my em
Author's pov As soon as Tyler heard Charlotte's words, he turned to see if she was actually talking to him. Just as he was about to take his first step, they both heard a knock on the door. Charlotte quickly turned around, feigning surprise. "Sorry, I thought it was Ava standing here," she said to Tyler, turning towards him first, unintentionally revealing her bra before using her towel to cover herself. "I'll be right there," she called towards the door of Tyler's room, then walked over to open it. "The door wasn't closed, you would have come inside," Charlotte casually said and at the same time thought, "I'm so grateful she didn't come inside with our notice. What would I have done if she saw her dad unhooking my bra?" When Ava saw her dad, she became angry as she came in contact with her dad's face. "What are you doing here after you and Mum tried to embarrass me in front of my friend?" Tyler looked at her and replied, "I thought you took her to the other room. As for
Tyler's pov Did Charlotte actually talk to me when she asked me to unhook her bra? Oh, I forgot, she quickly clarified that she thought I was my daughter Ava. I can't imagine the feeling of removing her bra. It was a red bra! When she turned around, I saw her cleavage and how attractive her breasts looked. Stop! Stop! I don't want to think about it. It's beyond my reach. How could I even ask something like that from my daughter's friend? What if she tells Ava? How will I defend myself? I'll have no way out. But I can't help but imagine. Her voice was almost the same as that young lady at the hotel, even though they have different names. The girl at the hotel was called Susan. From the moment I heard Charlotte's voice, I thought she was the one. Maybe they are sisters? Yes! They had the same voice. Just as I was about to stand up from the couch in my room and pick up my phone from the bed, the phone started ringing. "Ava? Why is she calling me? I was with her in Charlotte's r
Charlotte's pov The next morning, I was in my room when Ava arrived. She knocked on the door, but before I could get up from the bed, she had already opened it because I hadn't locked it. I didn't see a reason to lock it, so she came straight to me. The first thing she did was sit on my bed and cover her face with her hands. "What's wrong?" I asked, sliding my legs off the bed and sitting down with her. Her facial expressions made it clear that she was very unhappy. "What's the matter?" I asked again, this time more gently, and gently removed her hands from her eyes. My first thought was about her parents, but I hadn't heard any of their voices during their quarrels. "My mum has left home," she said. "Where did she go?" I exclaimed.There was silence again, and Ava lowered her face to the floor. I tried to comfort her by resting her head on my shoulder and said, "She'll come back…" "I don't think so," Ava replied, not finishing her sentence. Suddenly, she stood up and st
Author's pov It was early in the morning when Blenda woke up, having made the decision to leave Tyler's house before she went to sleep. She packed a few of her clothes into a medium-sized handbag, ensuring that her daughter wouldn't see her as she left the house. After taking a bath and getting dressed, she was about to leave her room when she remembered she needed to leave a note for her daughter. Grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper, she wrote: "Dear Ava, with tears in my eyes, I write this to you. I thought I could endure what I've been going through, but today I reached my breaking point in my marriage to your dad. He used to be a precious gem to me, but now he's not the man I married. He's the reason I'm leaving this house. If he truly wants me, he should come after me and prove his love. I've endured enough, and it's time for your dad and me to separate. I miss you dearly, and I'll always keep in touch. This is the best decision for me. I love you, my pride." Blenda took th