(Evy's Point of View)I couldn't believe I was doing this, I had no idea how Diana talked me into accepting Sebastian's offer because she believed I was in for a wondrous adventure which I somewhat believed, nonetheless, this was crazy. I wasn't a teenager, I shouldn't be striving for a pilgrimage with a man like Sebastian Evans.Now right, we were in his grandma's house. The home was cozy and comfortable, clearly, the woman must be welcoming. One could tell a lot about a person with their surrounding. For some reason, I wasn't nervous to meet Sebastian's mother and put on this stage we had rehearsed over and over again, I almost didn't care. "You don't have to be anxious, my grandma is welcoming," Sebastian whispered beside my ear, moving in to kiss my cheek from where we hunched together on the sofa, waiting for the elderly woman to come meet us."I'm 32 Sebastian, not a teenager, and believe me, I've done this before," I rolled my eyes. I had told him I was once taken the plunge.
(Evy's Point of View)I couldn't remember the last time I felt this ecstasy, the overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. The feeling was nice and my heart was slowly entertaining the idea of having a man again, even at that, I could still feel fear trying to peek at the layer of warmth, what if Sebastian turned out the way he did?He used to be nice too, extremely caring, I thought nothing could go wrong, no one was better than him, and then- the hits. I still recalled the first slap, I thought it was nothing, he was frustrated, I thought it was my fault.Suddenly, I pulled out of my thoughts. They were dreadful and pessimistic.I sighed and turned on my side. I was still sore from the previous activities between me and Sebastian, I felt optimistic and the feeling was good and I wanted it to last.All of a sudden, a knock came on the door and my head bolted up, debating if I should open it. Sebastian was still in the bathroom and I didn't think I had it in me to get off the warm bed, ho
(Evy's Point of View)"What does she know about your past?" Diana queried as soon as she sauntered out from the kitchen carrying two steaming mugs. She walked over to where I was sitting on the sofa of her living room and stretched out one of the mugs and I accepted with a little thank you.Then I shrugged at her question. "She seems to know what she was talking about. She sounded so sure and I was scared for a moment she was going to burst it out in front of Seb and he would abhor me immediately, though he has no idea, his words were rather sweet,"Diana stared at me dreamily, "I told you guys would be so cute," she cooed before sporting a serious expression that matched mine. No matter how I shrugged uncaringly, I felt bothered by everything that took place in Seb's grandmother's home. "Why don't you tell Sebastian about your past,""What, No!" I answered quickly and in horror. She of all people knew how I felt about it. Telling Seb something as shameful as that was a bigger No."Yo
(Evy's Point of View)A few days had passed since I last saw Sebastian and I didn't care to contact him as I got distracted with piles of work I had abandoned before. Anything was better than having him on my mind constantly, it was hectic.However, my peaceful time was interrupted as the door of my office was rudely opened and my head bolted up to snap at whoever but my breath hitched and I gulped at the sight of Sebastian's slivery eyes staring...no, glaring down at me, the look was murderous and it sends a cold chill down my backbone."Seb," I called in a light and vulnerable tone that I didn't discern as mine and he touched my desk, placing his hand down, and looked down at me, I suddenly felt small and almost wanted to cower but that would be unlike me as I maintained contact with him unwaveringly."Are you going to continue doing this?" He mandated and I opened my mouth to counter but words hung in my throat and I was suddenly tight-lipped.I cleared my throat lightly. "I have t
(Kim's Point of View)Shyness and embarrassment, I'd never felt it hit me this hard. The blush on my cheeks was evident and the fact that he hadn't stopped staring was not helping.There I was in my room, with a towel wrapped around my chest and it barely covered my thighs, my hair was wet as I just got out of the shower and, then, the door of my room opened and I gasped in shock as Arthur wheeled in.We froze and so did time. I held my towel tightly to my chest and gulped as he drank me in, his grey eyes going from my face to my legs and they remained there. I didn't know if I imagined it at the flash of lust in his eyes and he gulped before he looked back at my face and my breath hitched at the way his eyes went foggy and I felt trapped in them and suddenly, I felt my body getting heated under his gaze. I wasn't uncomfortable but why wasn't he looking away? I don't recognize my body whenever he looks at me like that!"Arthur," His name lightly left my lips and I almost didn't recogn
(Kim's Point of View)Have you ever marveled how a person could have all the handsomeness in the world while doing absolutely nothing? Well, I have and in this case, Arthur Rodriguez was aesthetical, I couldn't take my eyes away and my plate of food was left forgotten at my sight while my gaze paused on my husband, sitting at the edge of the dining table browsing through his phone.His features were that of a fictional character, his mannerism and attitude, his everything just made him perfect and I could ogle at him all day while my hands thrilled to grab the nearest Camara and take a shot of this perfecto.Suddenly, he was looking at me and his grey eyes struck me hard but I didn't look away, the nostalgic look on my face deepening. How could one be that handsome? It was illegal!"Is there something on my face, Mrs. Rodriguez," he quizzed and I stupidly wagged my eyebrows as if I wasn't being asked a question."You are so handsome," the words vacated my lips before I could infer or
(Kim's Point of View)First of all, I didn't know how Ivy made me come to this bullshit called a high school reunion. Why did I come? And what was I anticipating?I let Ivy chatter me into this and I was abhorring every moment of my life as we sauntered into the private suit they had equipped for this so-called reunion and we were unpunctual, not that I cared. "I have a bad feeling about this Ivy," I heralded for the nth time since Ivy called me out from my house, luckily it was Saturday and blue cloud weather. Ivy rolled her eyes at me. "Come on, it's going to be alright, we are only going to meet our former friends," "Your old friends you mean, you were my only friend in high school, and don't get me started on college. No one wants to be friends with a techie," I verbalized, recollecting my horrendous school life. "There's nothing wrong with being a nerd, I was a geek too remember,"I lolled at her words. Yes, she was a dork but not my type of nerd. She didn't have bizarre glas
(Kim's Point of View)I could imagine a lot of things but not this, not the sight before me, never in a million years did I think I would get to see Arthur break down in front of me. So, I did the first thing that came to my mind as I propelled in through the door of the little storage room of Arthur's portraits.I scurried to his side where he was nestled on the floor, a brush clasped on his hand while a half painting of terrain lay on the canvas beside him."Arthur," I reached his side, shoving the wheelchair to the corner, huddled him into my arms, and held him close to my chest. I stroked his hair while he let out broke cries. What had happened? Why was he breaking down? My thoughts galloped wild and far and I looked at the illustration and found nothing unique about it, had the portrait ignited something?"Shh, it's going to be alright. I'm right here," I mumbled, placing a consoling kiss on his head. The more he wept, the more I felt my heart clutched and I didn't like the sen