That night, I decided to sleep in a separate room, not that anything was really wrong, but I just wanted to be away from him so I could think clearly, lord knows what staying close to him could cause. One touch from him and I'm bending all my morals, along with my back, for him; I did want that, but not at the moment.
My mini vacation was over, it was time to get back to the real world, where I had to work to make a living.I peeled myself from Antonio and ran to the bathroom to get ready, I didn’t want to be late to work for any reason, not even Antonio.
It was Aliyah’s birthday, which meant it was time to party, which meant no work and no weird people. I had to keep my distance from Dan, I mean he looked harmless, but coming on to me like that was just plain scary, and it wasn’t something I wanted, like the fuck?
It was 3:27am when Antonio woke me up from my mini sleep to "talk". As usual, I had my heart beating faster than
Vacation was over, it was time to go back home, and I still didn't have the courage to ask Antonio if what I heard that night, he truly said it. A part of me told me he was happy that I wasn't awake to give him a response; another part of me told me that he was disappointed that I never said anything. I really did want to, but a lot of thoughts were going through my head. What if he didn't really say it? Then I'd put him in a tight spot, where he'd have to confess something he didn't feel. Not only would that be embarrassing, it would be unfair to him, I would feel like I was trying to rush him, but I had a plan, a plan I was going to execute at home.The flight back home wa
It had been three days, and I hadn’t heard any information from Antonio concerning Dan. Probably the information he gave was fake, and he just used it to get a job.I tried to keep my distance from him ever since then, I didn’t know why he wanted from me, and for all I knew, he could be crazy dangerous.
Going to work felt too much for me, because I knew I was going to see something that would put me off; maybe I should’ve listened to Antonio when he told me to stab work, and stay home. My mental health was at risk at that point.I arrived at work a little later than I was supposed to, and when I got to my office, I was met with an anon
By 6:30 am, my eyes were still open, I couldn’t sleep. Everything just kept tugging at my mind, feeding me thoughts I knew I shouldn’t be having.Even if something was wrong, would Antonio tell me about it? I mean everything that I knew about him, people told me, and they always thought I knew about it, so I could believe there was some
I was still finding it hard to wrap my head around what Dan had said. To some extent, I could understand where this Samantha was coming from, but wanting to kill the child wasn’t it.“You know, finding you was hard,” Dan said.