When Trouble Meets Mr. Perfect

Krystalina~ 'She isn't even a good fuck'. Tears of anger brimmed in my eyes, his cruel words rang in my ear. How easy it was for him to hurt me. I wasn't even ready to give my virginity but he was the one who persuaded me everyday until I gave in. I still remember how I wanted him to hold me after that night when I lost my precious thing to him, I wanted him to whisper sweet things but all he did was sleep beside me after he was done. My gaze fell upon the legal notice to put shutters on my café today or my things will be thrown out by the government . It's been two days since that incident and I am back at my parents home. Only three days are left for Christmas and I have already lost everything. My hands etched to call my best friend Daria and tell her everything. But I refrained, because I am ashamed. I didn't listen to her when she told me that Morgan is just using me. I miss her so much. "Mom I told you , she is good for nothing. She can't even keep a relation

Krystalina~ Sometimes you just need to take a deep breath, so that you can prevent yourself from causing the destruction. But I am dumb, aren't I? I clenched my fist as I watched the man sitting in front of me stroking his cheek, the same cheek where I slapped him. He didn't say anything, he didn't look at me, but I could see his jaw clenched and the bicep tighten, causing the fabric of his coat to stretch. He is angry. God, what if he does something horrible to me? It's late at night and no one would even hear if I scream. What if he kills me or rape me? No, no no. I should beg for forgiveness. I was about to join my hands in front of him and beg, but then he looked straight into my eyes. There was not a single ounce of warmth in those brown pools. Oh my dear lord, please save me, tonight. I backed away and closed my eyes as he raised his hand but the impact of slap never came. I slowly opened my left eye and saw him raking his hand through his hair, casually.

Krystalina~I lathered my chest to the rounds of my breast with glitter body oil. My pulse fluttered under my glowing skin as I smoothed a final touch of glitter over my collarbones and my cleavage. It's Christmas Eve, and I want every eye on me. I want his brown eyes on me. I slipped into my white polka dot bra, the fabric hugged me, lifting, shaping, making my curves look fuller and my cleavage impossibly defined.For a moment, I simply stared at my reflection.The girl who stared back at me, was someone close to who I used to be before my father's death, before I started dating Morgan.Confident. He stopped me from dressing the way I wanted, called me slut. And to please him, I stopped wearing the dresses I loved. But I am free now and I am my own woman. I created a perfect cat wing over my eyes and coated my lips with cherry red gloss, smacking them together. I am ready, for the meeting I have scheduled with my potential future husband. I hope he is not as mysogynist as that

Krystalina ~I sat on the farthest corner of his Bugatti Chiron. Even the leather in this car was softer and more comfortable than the old worn-out sofa at my parents’ home.If I owned this car, I would have built my entire life in it.My gaze drifted to a little girl selling candies wrapped in red stockings on the busy street. Her blonde hair was tied in a pigtail, and she wore an old but beautiful red dress.My heart ached. No one stopped to buy from her, and I could literally see tears pooling in her eyes.No child deserves this.Without thinking twice, I got out of the car. He hadn’t come back from whatever business he was handling, so I still had time.“Madame, boss told you to wait… you can’t leave.”I looked back at the middle-aged Asian driver, annoyance rising in me.“Sir, your boss doesn’t rule me. And don’t worry, I’m not running away,” I said as politely as I could.I walked toward the little girl and crouched in front of her while she stared at me as if I were a ghost. I’

Krystalina ~“Baja el culo, Krystalina (Get your ass down.)"I groaned in annoyance and screamed into my pillow as my mother continued yelling angrily from downstairs. God, I hate her for ruining my morning sleep. I sat upright on the bed and, climbing out of it, walked straight out of my room barefoot while my mother kept cussing about how ungrateful I was and how I didn’t value time in Español.“No soy sorda, mamá, cálmate.”(I’m not deaf, mamá. Calm down.)I yelled back, my Latina accent more prominent in my irritation. My mother narrowed her eyes at me, her gaze slowly turning into a sharp glare that warned me I was already on thin ice.“Some fool is waiting outside, claiming you’re the only one he’ll talk to. And if you’ve crossed a line, Krystalina…” she paused, her voice darkening "prepare to face my wrath.”I frowned and headed toward the living room, unease settling in my chest. My mother hadn’t exaggerated a man in a black suit was sitting on our sofa, staring blankly at