The Rumors Are True

BUT THERE WAS no arrogance in his voice or on his face, it seemed like he just stated a fact. But she was seeing nothing on him that would tell her that he was a powerful or a very influential individual. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he was strong physically. But a pretty face and strong arms didn’t equate to societal influence. He was dressed casually: his blue polo shirt which showed his seemingly nice-to-touch and nice-to-feel biceps, wasn’t even an expensive brand, and it was partnered with pair of ordinary looking denim jeans. He had no jewelry on him except for his watch, which didn’t look expensive either. He didn’t have a ring, wedding or whatever. And she didn’t know why but it gave her an urge to smile, an urge she stopped because she knew that he would see it from the corner of his eye. And he would probably wonder where it was coming from, and maybe feel a bit insulted by it.And continuing her reconnaissance, she looked at his phone and well, it was an iPhone. Still, she kn

THE VIDEO BEGAN with a man and woman in bed on a missionary position.They were both stark naked and the camera was on their right, probably on top of a table or in the wall. The video had no sound. It was a dim room so it was difficult to really recognize the individuals in the bed. Still, if the camera would focus on their faces, Misha would recognize if the man was Soren. But unfortunately, the camera was fixed and not moving. The two persons in the bed seemed hungry for each other as they couldn’t get their hands and mouth off each other. And there was an exchange of saliva every time their mouths met. Misha focused temporarily on the man, and yes, it resembled Soren’s built and height. She couldn’t really see his face as he spent the first few seconds of the video kissing the woman’s neck while he humped and thrust.Misha blinked and suddenly, the room was bright and she could now clearly see the two persons in bed. She gasped and covered her mouth when she finally recognized th

AT AROUND FOUR in the afternoon, after Misha showed her family the Facebook posts about Soren’s alleged kinky and nasty characteristics which promptly shocked them again, and while they all sat and converged in the living room waiting, like some sort of an apocalypse would happen which would they, the gurus that they were, attempt to stop, Misha’s Facebook Messenger chimed.Hi, I’m here, a message from Soren read, and Misha’s heart automatically raced.“He’s here,” she told her family while still looking at her phone.“I’ll let him in,” Jaden said as he stood up.“No, I’ll do it,” Misha said and bolted upward.She rushed out towards the main door and opened it. And there, outside their small fence, Soren stood, looking at her, smiling, looking a bit more handsome than when she first saw him. He wore a gray short sleeve polo and denim pants. Was it just her or he seemed happy to see her? And Misha wanted to blush just by looking at him as she immediately remembered her dream where she

MISHA CLOSED HER eyes hard as Soren leaned down on her and kissed her on the mouth. His hands immediately roamed on her body, touching, caressing, groping, feeling every part.“Soren, why are you doing this?” she asked, trying to stop herself from moaning and giving him hints that she was actually enjoying what he was doing, and she hated herself for it.“This is my nature!”“No, it’s not!”“Yes, ask my family!”“You said they are lying!”“Ask your family then!” he replied, anger palpable in his voice, and kissed her on the lips hard to shut her from talking. “Ask yourself then!”Misha struggled to free herself from his lips when he kissed her again.She finally was able to scream and woke up with a start.Soren was not on top of her, no one was. She was alone in her room, on top of her bed, and she wasn’t naked, her panties still with her.She was only dreaming.She didn’t know how long she just sat on her bed, her body soaked with sweats and her mind filled with images from his just

MISHA STARED AT the black pickup truck cruising behind a white car that immediately followed them, focusing on the man behind the wheel. If it was Soren, she was certain that Maggie would be fiercer than her family in ordering her to avoid him.“Can you see him?” Maggie asked.The white car changed lane and the black pickup truck was now running right behind them and Misha could now clearly see through the windshield the man driving it—it wasn’t Soren. And she sighed in relief. And it was only then that she noticed that the black pickup truck was old and looked beat up, unlike Soren’s. “No, I can’t see him, he’s not following us,” Misha said, and then she wanted to scowl when she remembered that Maggie considered Soren as a dangerous man, like she was hurt for him.But it really wasn’t surprising for Maggie to be saying those things as they all knew her as someone cynical, doubtful of anyone she didn’t know, suspicious of anything strange. And being a victim of crimes largely contri