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The ÆSTHETIC -12-
Life has a funny way of teaching you tough lessons and if you refuse to learn it will keep repeating the lesson. We had developed a routine where i would see Grayson atleast twice a week during the weekday and i spent most weekends with him. On the odd occassion we wouldn't see each other on the weekend and he would spend it with Selene or his friends. I never put too much thought into it. Maybe i was careless... but what could i have done to avoid the catastrophe of that night? “We need to talk.” He said in a somber tone. I looked across at him. Where was this coming from? Everything had been good ... atleast from my side. He had been in a mood the entire date and this was how he was going to end it? I nodded, I couldn’t trust my voice to not betray the tumultuous emotions that were swirling within me. I felt on edge, something was wrong but i couldn't place my finger on it. My focus was on the passing scenery as we drove in an uncomfortable silence. He had just picked me up an
The ÆSTHETIC -13-
Was this the end of my story? The moment that i realized that Grayson didn't love me enough to change? Had he ever laid his hands on her or did he reserve those violent tendencies for women who fuck for a living? I had only just started gaining traction as an influencer. I had worked for almost a decade to get to where I am and this man was just going to selfishly snuff out my light. My parents, my siblings and my friends were going to lose me because of my shit choices in men. No, I couldn’t… I wasn’t going to let him take my life from me. Adrenalin propelled me forward and I found myself kicking him back. Because he had not expected me to do anything but take my beatings like I usually did he stumbled backwards and then lost his footing and fell. That was my chance. Without thinking the action through, I got up and ran to the door and ran to the nearest elevator. Once I was inside I whipped out my phone and went into the contacts. I dialed the first number on the co
The ÆSTHETIC -14-
When I regained consciousness, panic began to rear its sinister head. Why couldn’t I breathe on my own? where was I? I couldn't be dead because I could still feel pain even though it wasn't very intense.The last thing I remembered was the car. Fuck! Who was that man, had i been trafficked me? Was i goimg to be whore out for sleazy greedy men? A beeping sound suddnely started accelerating. The sound was so foreign to me that it made me realise that there was nothing that was stopping my eyes from opening. I finally managed to get them to start moving behind my eyelids but only one eye opened. The other remained shut. “Relax”, said a smoothe velvety deep voice. The instruction fell on deaf ears because I still didn't understand who this stranger was or what was happening. “You are safe now it’s Apollo, the man from the club”. The mention of a club did very little to calm me, I shook my head still in distress not knowing where I was or with whom I was with. I couldn't form
The ÆSTHETIC -15-
I woke up the next day and noticed that Apollo was not there. I didn’t want to be a burden, I had to go back home but I could barely move without feeling an overwhelming amount of pain. Grayson had tried to kill me. I hadn’t had a moment to really soak in and deliberate everything that had happened now as I did my heart broke and my tears expressed my state of being. I had heard of people talking about actual heartache but I didn’t think that it was possible ...until now. The man I loved tried to kill me because I refused to stay in a toxic relationship where he had gotten his friend pregnant. Didn’t he see all that I had put up with when we were together? He never saw how much I loved him. A part of me felt like mabe i hadn't done enough to show and prove to him that he meant everything to me. But the greater part knew that there was no excuse good enough for what he had done to m. The good memories were swimming in through my mind laced with the recent ones. My memories of h
The ÆSTHETIC Prologue
I had been watching him from the stage all night. Out of the crowd that was hyped for my show he was the only one who seemed disinterested and I couldnt help but zone in on him and his table. I finished up my routine and they all cheered like any other night. There was something about being on stage and being objectified that I hated. This wasn't the life I had planned for myself. I just wanted to be a model but I couldn't afford the aesthetic. The more time i spent performing the more i wondered whether i would ever Money was what I needed to jump start my career and my time was running out which was frustrating. These thoughts drowned out my earlier desire for the unknown man. Walking to the bar, I asked for five shots of jagermeister to start up the vibe for the night. I ju
The ÆSTHETIC -1-
A few months laterIt was a simple boy meets girl story, we were just two individuals insanely attracted to one another. I was at the Boutique steaming the mannequin's outfits and making sure that all was in order. He approached me, with a curly mop of dirty blonde curls. I looked up and came face to chest with his buff figure. When I looked up I realized he was smirking at me. "How may I help you sir?" I asked him politely."I have an appointment, I need to get myself fitted into the suit that Antoinette Michel set aside for me." I recalled my boss saying that some VIP was coming in to get measured. Liné one of the other sales assistants walked up and introduced herself. "It's so nice to meet you Grayson Holmes I am a huge fan of the team and hope you all make it to Super Bowl", she said beaming. He smiled polit
The ÆSTHETIC -2-
I arrived at work tired. I really should not have stayed out that long with Grayson. I couldn't help but be excited by him. Everything about him was thrilling. I was going to his practice after work today. I was excited to see him in action. The best part about athletes are their well toned bodies. "Zee, Zuhair", I looked up and stopped day dreaming about Grayson's naked body. "My bad Liné." I was tallying up the sales of the day and putting in the last few notes to send the weekly report. "He asked you out huh she asked casually. Oh shit my giddiness and love sick disposition was probably written all over my face. "I swear I respected girl code, I didn't pursue him or show any interest after you claimed him." She giggled. "Nah, its all good. He didn't seem interested in me. Even though I was taking his measurements he was all glued up on you. I swear my hand brushed his crotch so that
The ÆSTHETIC -3-
The car ride home was tense and the silence was killing me. I sighed and stole a glance at him. He had a pensive expression on his face. Exhaling again I decided to break the silence. "Grayson, look she was really in a bad spot, she wasn't thinking right and was about to royally fuck up her life. The damage would be permanent. She just needed someone to care." "You risked your life. She was unhinged, she could have shot you." He said quietly, still staring at the road intently. I reached out a hand and placed it on his thigh. He didn't react he just continued to stare ahead at the cars on the highway. "I am sorry. I just saw a drowning girl who was in desperate need of help. She had no allies there ironically she kne
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