It's been a few days since the whole ordeal with Jake. Since then, Calvin is picking me up and driving me back to my place. I didn't ask for him to do it, but he insists. The little voice in my head is very thankful for him. The man is very considerate and goes out of his way to make sure that the people around him are safe. As I sit next to Gabrielle, we go over my boy-toy issues. After getting to know her, I find her to be quite likable. She talks a lot, but she's a good listener. Over time, I realize that I do, in fact, like Calvin. Now I'm coming to terms with my feelings for the man. I don't know what to do if I'm honest. It's been so long since my last real relationship, and I'm not sure if he likes me back. The 'agreement' that Calvin and I have is working so well. I don't want to ruin it by telling him I like him. "I mean, what makes him different from the last flings you've had? I'm sure that you only like him because the sex is good," Gabrielle proposes. I sigh and take
"What do you mean that she's not picking up?" I ask in a frantic panic. I watch as Calvin paces back and forth. He keeps doing this until then stops and turns to me. The dread is still fresh on his face. Instead of his suit being iron-pressed like usual, it is wrinkled; like his brow. "I mean, that she hasn't responded to my texts and didn't pick up my calls," Calvin rushes out. He paces back and forth, and worry is plastered on his face. I sigh and walk up to him. I place him into my arms around him and embrace him. Seeing his worry for his sister makes me upset. He places his head on my shoulder. His labored breathing slows down. I expect him to break apart, but we stay like this for a little while longer. I am not in a good space right now, either. Both of us have been trying to contact Christine after Vittorio told me that she hasn't been replying to his texts. Sometimes she will go to visit Calvin. However, her whereabouts were unknown the moment he said he didn't know. Tha
Today is the day. Calvin and I were at Vittorio's house the previous night. I laid out my plan, and they both thought that it was a good idea. I will pick up Calvin from his place and then we will go over to see Christine. It's been about two weeks since the whole ordeal with my ass-crack of a boss. Since then, he and the new dancer have been seeing each other. I'm glad that she is happy, but I wish she could be with any other person on earth. That man is a creep behind a good-looking exterior. And all I want is for her to be safe. I honestly don't know what she sees in him. I may have warmed up to her a little. Because now she and I are sitting in my studio eating together. My last class was about half an hour ago, and I can technically go home. But I like the company. I found out that her name is Gabrielle, she moved here from Mexico, and she is the youngest of four siblings. Two brothers and a sister. "How is creating your choreography for your recital going? You will be per
I thank the delivery person and hand them a good tip. I bring the pizza and diet beverage to Christine's couch. I open the box and feel my mouth salivating from the delicious circle in front of me. Quite frankly, if Calvin wasn’t here, I would’ve devoured the pizza with complete ease. “This looks so good,” Calvin groans, I hum in agreement and take a slice. Calvin closes his eyes and says grace before he eats. I always forget that he is a Christian. I’m not saying that in a bad way. It’s just that with our casual relationship, I’d assume he would want to save like Christine. As I stuff my face with the delicious food, I remember Johnathan’s words. Something between Calvin and Christine caused him to not visit for over five years. I don’t know what (or who) it was, but curiosity is chewing my mind. Did he and Christine have a huge fight? Did someone get in between them? I really want to know. I swallow my food and look up to face him. “Calvin,” I mumble. The man turns to me with his
Tonight is a night that I will remember for the rest of my life. I don’t even know how to tell you that can properly describe how Calvin makes me feel. It isn’t just his hot skin against mine or the way he caresses my body like I’m a precious jewel. It’s because of the way my amplified feelings for him are causing me to feel everything tenfold. We are on the couch, basking in each other's presence. I slowly reach down for his prize below, but he then stops me. Does he want to stop? I put my hand away and I'm about to apologize, but he stops me. "Jessica, wait. I have a spare room that we can use. I don't think Christine would appreciate sleeping on her couch," Calvin explains. I nod, understanding that we can be in a much more private place. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I apologize. Calvin smiles and he lifts off of the couch. "Don't apologize, I also can't wait to sleep with you. I think it would be better if we do it in a better place than a couch," Calvin rea
I'm having a conversation with the receptionist on my phone. The woman that works in my local clinic rolls her eyes over the line as I try making an appointment tomorrow. She is telling me that the earliest day for an appointment with him is next Sunday, but I have to meet Stan on that day. I know what you're thinking and stop it. I still don't trust that man and his true intentions with Christine. But I have to say that he was right about my feeling for Calvin. Calvin and I are doing fine, and even though I can't stand the lying ass-crack, I'm going to give him a chance. Stan is going above and beyond to prove his good intentions. Calvin already trusts him (somehow), but I can't be too sure. There are some horrible people on this earth. And even though they may seem nice at first, their true selves usually show later on. And if that fucker lays a finger on Christine, then I will kick his ass. I don't care that he's at least five inches taller than me, and has more body mass. "Why
Cooking breakfast for me consists of a bowl of cereal. That’s it. I don’t know what else to tell you. Now things are changing for the better. In the past four days, I have been cooking eggs, and bacon, chopping vegetables, and even making my lunch for work. I will admit that this is thanks to Calvin. I don’t know why but with him by my side, I feel like I can accomplish anything. He actively helps me cook around the kitchen, and he makes cooking fun for me (a true miracle worker). Calvin has to attend an online meeting he's hosting. It will be about four hours long. I did tell him that he can stay at my home. However, I won't be home until late. He doesn't want to stress me out so he politely declined. I'm thankful that he is taking my well-being seriously. I don't want him to be in the midst of something happening today. Calvin is standing next to me, cutting the vegetables. Meanwhile, I’m on the stove cooking our breakfast. I turn to my left and quickly pick a carrot piece and pop
My Sunday mornings used to consist of me waking up from my one-night stand's place, and prancing the walk of shame with pride. On some days the weather was okay. But sometimes, the rain will pour and drench my soul. But thanks to Calvin, I am spending my Sunday mornings at home. And it's given me the chance to catch up on my true crime binge. Both Calvin and Christine are at church, so I want to make sure that I have some kind of hobby. That's what I'm doing right now. And I couldn't have it any other way. It is a cloudy day, and I'm watching the documentary about the Bratz dolls' killers. This group of beautiful women was sickos who took horrible victims, and used their assets to live luxuriously in plain sight. Horrific case, and I feel for the victims and their families. I am gad they got the much needed closure. A knock on my door causes me to groan. I pause the T.V. and look down at my phone. There, I see the notification from Stan. Fuck, I forgot that he is coming over.