SOREN LOOKED STRAIGHT into Kayla’s eyes and she didn’t blink, and there was no denying that he could sense sincerity in her words—and it was blowing his mind. He had always thought that the word sincerity was never in her vocabulary. “You want to go Misha’s house and talk to her parents and convince them that all these rumors against me were all baseless?” he asked her just to make things really clear.“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.He smiled wryly. “I don’t think that’s possible,” he said.“What’s not possible?”“Them letting you inside their house.”“Even when my intentions are good?”“Even when your intentions will save the world from all evil things,” he said matter-of-factly. “Her father might choke you… I mean, well, he might not, I mean, he won’t, because that would send him to jail, but I’m just trying to illustrate how angry he is with you and I’m sure he’d do something that will show the magnitude of his anger towards you, not just in a physical way. And her mother
“WHAT?” SOREN ASKED, although he clearly heard what Ellis said. He was thinking that he just used the wrong word.Rape?That word would never crop out in a conversation about Misha.“Somebody asked me if I know that Misha was allegedly raped in the past.”“Are you serious?”“So you didn’t know?”“I didn’t,” he said.“But is it true?” Ellis asked, he paused and then he added, “You don’t have to answer it.”“No, I will answer it,” Soren said, he wasn’t sure if he’d be amused or annoyed or would be angry. “It’s not true.” If something like that had happened to Misha, he was sure she would tell him about it. “Who told you about it?”“It doesn’t really matter, he only read it on social media, so it’s just a rumor, which is possibly not true,” Ellis said. “I can give you the link if you want.”“Please do,” he said.“I’ll send it to you later. Is Misha aware of it? That some people are spreading nasty rumors against her?’“I don’t think so,” Soren said. “She’s with me right now. If she’s awa
“YOU HAVE A secret,” Soren said, his tongue pushing, forcing those words out of his mouth.“I do,” Misha said bashfully, her face threatening to redden.And what secret could that be? If Soren would take into consideration the conversation he just had with Ellis, he should already have an idea what that secret might be, and he vacillated on whether he would allow Misha to reveal it to him, or that they should just proceed with his proposal. If that was Misha’s secret, he really didn’t need to know about it or confirm it—he’d still marry her and bury that secret in the past. A dozen dark secrets from her would not hinder him from marrying her, but if divulging it to him would make her breathe easier, he was ready to listen to her.“What is it?” he asked and held his breath.“It’s embarrassing,” she said.He swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat.“You look nervous,” she noticed and chuckled.He chuckled, too. “It’s because don’t know what secret you’re going to tell me,” he said and
SOREN SHOOK HIS HEAD as the elevator door opened. What was he thinking making love with Misha? They went here in this hotel so they could avoid the flood. They wouldn’t even need a bed as they could spend the next hours sitting on a couch waiting for the rain to stop.Or maybe, he could ask Misha to reveal to him her secret—if her secret was huge, it surely would take hours for him to process it and the rain and the flood would have long been gone by the time.“Do we really need to get a room?” Misha asked him while they were walking at the hallway. “We can just stay at the coffee shop.”“We can’t stay there for three to four hours,” he said. “The owner might think we’re up to something,” he joked.“Then, we transfer to another restaurant.”“I didn’t think of that,” he said. “But too late for now, we already have a room.” He stopped in front of a room. “Okay, here it is,” he said and opened it with the key card. He stepped inside with Misha walking behind her.It was just a single ro
MISHA SLOWED HER car down. Two ladies— the taller one seemed to be in her early thirties and wearing a blouse and pants while the other one seemed to be around nine or ten wearing a shirt and skirt— were walking in front of her, around twenty meters away from her. They were almost promenading at the middle of the street like they were in a park with the child veering towards the middle of the street every now and then, playfully dragging the older one with her. The older one, probably whenever she remembered they were in a street where fast-moving vehicles could suddenly appear, would responsibly pull the child towards the side of the street. But the child, after a while, would then drag her to the center again. The narrow side street they were in only had two lanes, wide enough for two small vehicles going the opposite directions but too narrow for three cars. All around them were residential houses, and since it was past eleven in the evening, the road was almost abandoned.Misha
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
MISHA THOUGHT SOREN would be thoroughly annoyed, but no, he looked worried—about her, no doubt—as he craned his neck outside his window and looked at her. “What happened?” he asked, with his head still out the window. “Wait.” His head disapperared from the window, then, slowly, his car started backing up. Aftwerwards, they almost simultaneously got out of their vehicles and walked towards each other. Misha’s steps were brisk; Soren’s, calm.Misha stopped a mere foot away from him.“Are you okay?” Soren asked him.She smirked and she didn’t even attempt to hide it. “I have a question for you,” she said, ignoring his question as her question was far more important. “Please be truthful.”“Okay,” he said, his forehead knotting a bit while he gazed at her, most likely surprised with her suddenly antagonistic mood. Just a moment ago, we were departing from each other amiably. Now, he probably could see fire coming out of her nose as she snorted angrily.She cleared her throat so she could
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