DENVER
I use my hand to slam the door once she is out of the house. She’s already seen me naked, and I couldn’t stand to watch her see me getting hard.
I shouldn’t get turned on because it was an incident. She came to find Bennett but happened not to see him.
I shouldn’t even give it a second thought about what just happened a while ago, but the way she stared at me got me fucking turned on, and I started to imagine things that I was supposed not to ever think of.
She is my son’s girlfriend, and that isn’t even much trouble. I am twenty years older than her, which should be the trouble.
Why didn’t I know when she arrived? I didn’t know, and that was my fault. Plus, I ought to have stopped walking around the house naked all the time.
It’s a bad habit for me. I do this when I’m alone and enjoying my music. It’s a sign of peace of mind when Bennett and his mom are away from home.
I charge into the shower to take a bath, but I can’t get rid of her words from my head and the way she kept staring. She wasn’t even afraid, and that too was another turn-on.
I come out of the bathroom, drying up my wet brown, short, curly hair, when my phone buzzes up on my reading table.
The caller is Drake Harper, my half brother. Drake and I own a law firm together, and we are equal partners.
He is a busy man and always calls when we have an urgent meeting or whenever he wants to take some time off from the company and go on vacation with his wife.
“Dumbass, why are you ringing my phone this early?” That’s how we call each other's names. Even though we had different mothers, we have been close since we were children.
Though we used to be enemies at some point, we were always betting on a fight, and we were the only ones who could engage in a fight. No outsider could dare challenge us because we were known as fighters.
We were the only ones who could beat each other up and play once the bruises were healed.
“Is that how you speak to your elder?” He teased. Drake and I were born in the same month; he was only older than me by 24 hours, and I don’t regard that as anything. He’s not a senior to me, and I’m not fucking a junior to him.
“Speak up already. I’m too busy to argue with you for the millionth time.” We were always arguing about this age thing, but this morning isn’t the right time for it because I had a strange encounter with a girl, and I’ve never experienced that before.
Anytime I slightly think about it, it drives me crazy. I’m glad I sent her home immediately because I don’t know what would have happened next when she became so bold.
“There are going to be some internship students, and I want you to organize them. I won’t be around in the meantime. But don’t flinch because there’s already a list of the students, and they have been assigned to other junior attorneys as well. You all have a student to guide during this program, and I want you to coordinate it. Thank you in advance, Denver.” The phone just hangs around my ear, waiting for him to get done. He always does this whenever he is going on vacation, and he makes me act as the complete owner while he’s away.
“Where is the damn list?” I breathed out, running my hand through my wet hair.
“It will be sent to your email in no time by Juliet.” A tic spread through my jawline as I heard Juliet's name. She is a lady Drake is more fond of, but with no strings attached; he just likes her around, and I hate her being around, but I don’t seem to have anything to do about it.
“Now get the hell out of my phone.” I command after getting enough information I need about the file of the list of the intern students.
“Make sure you prepare for your vacation with Sandra. You two need to work on your marriage. I will make sure you go with her once I’m back from mine.” He speaks too much; I hang up the call before he says more than that.
Speaking of Sandra, she is the woman who gave birth to Bennett. I wouldn’t say she is my wife because we’ve never been married, but I’ve always loved her.
But I’ve been doubting if she has ever loved me too, and I have been suspicious about some things lately. I will need some proofs to make them valid.
I return to dressing up when I hear footsteps from the alley. I wear my clothes and burst out of my room.
I found Bennett staggering into his room. Did he get himself drunk or what?
“Where the heck have you been, Bennett?” I demand as he throws himself into his neatly arranged bed.
“Out with my friends. Why?” He asks, taking off his buttons and tossing the shirt to the ground. He’s never been organized anyway. He looks so much like me including his brown, short, curly hair and height but his eyes are blue like Sandra's.
“Anastasia came to look for you.” I mumble, watching as he spreads across the bed and shuts his eyes.
“To hell with her, dad. I don’t care about that girl anymore, and she should stop bothering me. Doesn’t she understand that I don’t love her anymore? Do I have to fucking say it?” He shouts and goes suddenly quiet as he falls into a deep sleep.
I walk away from the door and sit next to him on the bed as I take the strand of hair away from his face.
“Anastasia doesn’t look like someone you can easily get over, Bennett. She’s way too gorgeous for that, and forgive me, son, in advance. In case I do something that could hurt you, I don’t know what yet, but I feel the urge to apologize in advance.” I get off the bed and head out, slamming the door behind me.
ANASTASIAIf it was so easy to wipe my memories of last night, I will do it again.I got heartbroken by his son and got dumbstruck, frozen, and my thighs shamelessly clenched by him. I can’t stop thinking about his whole expression yesterday and the way he watched me look at his body curves and the huge thing he has in between his legs.I was fucking daring; I knew it. Maybe it was the pain, but strangely, I still do not regret saying those words to him, even though he thinks I’ve gotten mad.Karina is beside me, sitting around a table where we get all sorts of coffee and stuff. She has been talking for over thirty minutes, and I haven’t really heard a single thing she has been saying.I nod, and, uh, so she doesn’t get pissed for letting her talk go to waste. Talking is one of the major things we don’t have in common. I’m reserved and a good listener, but Karina is the opposite of that.I knew she had been talking about Bennett, but I really didn’t get a thing from what she said beca
ANASTASIAEven though I’ve never met my parents, I was sure as hell that I had their genes. And the one I will forever be proud of is picking myself back up after being bruised and broken.I was the type of trash that could easily be recycled. I picked myself back up and headed to the bar for some alcohol.I couldn’t go back home. I didn’t want to be lonely when my heart was dying; I wouldn’t be able to breathe.I needed to stay outside where I could get enough air and probably drink off my sorrows. I recently started liking alcohol since Bennett started acting up.I’ve always thought alcohol was useless, but I recently figured out that it isn’t all that useless. It can stop you from feeling pain and take you to a different realm, and that was just what I needed.I drank until I began to throw up. I thought I wouldn’t be able to get up from the seat, but I was surprised at how I was able to walk and even drive.Speaking of drive, I should never have thought of coming here again. It’s
DENVERI’ve never seen a girl with such boldness. She falls asleep in Bennett’s room, and I stay for a while watching her sleep.She curls up herself in bed and pulls her knees up her chest. Even in her sleep, she looks so adorable, like a doll.She said she isn’t a little girl, but she curls and rolls up like one and has attempted to fall forward a couple of times, but I place a finger on her forehead and push her backwards so she doesn’t hit the ground. It’s light contact, only a damn finger, and yet it feels like my body has caught fire, and the flame doesn’t cease to extend through my entire body.I take a pillow from the other side of the bed and drop it in front of her so she doesn’t roll off to the ground when I’m out of the room.It looks like Bennett isn’t going to come home tonight; that’s why I took her to his room. I would have preferred the visitor room, but it would be too cold for her, especially with the way she is curling up. I can tell how vulnerable she is to the co
ANASTASIAWell, maybe I will agree with everyone at this point: Drinking is a bad thing. It induces this stupid courage in you and leaves you hanging there and staring blankly at the mess you’ve caused once the effect is gone.I’m biting my lips so hard right now because I can’t believe the mess I’ve gotten myself into.My memories of last night with Denver flood back. I press my head into the soft pillow, picturing the image of last night—how he kept staring at me and how his face remained rigid—but he's still the most handsome man I’ve seen at forty, and I can’t help but cringe at the words I said to him.And hell, no fucking way, I told him I haven’t been normal since I saw his cock. I pop my cheek as it burns red hot while I sit on the edge of the bed. How do I approach him now? I’m so embarrassed at myself.I wonder how he sees me or what he thinks of me now. Fuck, I promise that will be the last time I take alcohol again.I bring my hands to touch my lips, and my body explodes i
DENVERNew things.I’ve always been against trying out new things; I prefer to stick to the usual stuff or routine, and getting involved in new things has never been my game. New dishes. New hairstyle. New woman. Nah.This is the first time I’m violating my principles and doing things out of the ordinary. Thinking of my son’s girlfriend is out of the ordinary.But can I stop thinking of her? No.I’ve tried and can’t stop thinking of the softness of her lips, her innocent and gorgeous blue eyes, and, of course, her daring spirit.She says she doesn’t want to do boys anymore, and just the way she said it gave me relief in such a way. At least she knows what she wants, and nobody is compelling her.The problem might not be with her, but with my son. She’s Bennett’s girlfriend. I can’t compete with my son; it’s the wildest thing to think of. What if he finds out? What if I hurt him?Bennett has been my treasure since the day he was brought into this world. I love him because he came from
ANASTASIALife has always been this difficult. The difficulty in getting what you want and the ease in losing things you were trying to save while battling to get what you wanted.It sucks. Why is it so easy to lose things than gain things? If there’s a word for that, then that word is equivalent to the meaning of my life.I fucking lose all the things I thought I had and never get the things I would hold my breath for, live for, and die for. It took me an ounce of strength to say those words to him, but there was a long silence from his end, as if I had spat out venom. I fucking wanted to eat myself out. Hide my face from the surface of the earth or curl into my shell, and never stick my head out again.At least that’s what I’ve always done. Since age five, when I practically figured out that I had no dad and no mom and was with other kids who technically had the same issue as me,.I knew I was doomed. And at age ten, I started requesting who my parents were, and I was told stories
DENVERDrake doesn’t know Anastasia, and he wouldn’t be stupid enough to make this kind of bloody mistake if he knew.I just found out she is the intern student who is meant to be under me, and it’s as if the universe is coming to haunt me.It’s as if everything I was trying to avoid is coming after me, and I can’t escape it.Speaking of Anastasia, I think I made a bloody mistake pertaining to the very first time I was on the phone with her.When she pleaded not to leave her, my heart melted like acid was poured on my entire chest, as if the clock stopped ticking. I badly wanted to say something to her, if at all anything, but not to keep her silent.I had a few things to say, but my mind was on its own discussion, and I couldn’t utter a word to her. My heart wanted to explode like a volcano when I heard her cry. She must have felt really bad because she ended the call just as I was about to say something, I kept silent for too long and she might have gotten my silence wrongly.And my
ANASTASIAI haven’t slept for days now, and I can’t recall the last time I had to battle with insomnia for days.I’ve been stuffing my body with sleeping pills—maybe precisely three pills or five. I swallowed so many that I lost count, and I still couldn’t get enough sleep.I tried my last resort, dancing and singing horribly loud till my voice went dead, but I was still not fucking sleeping but just staring miserably at the not-too-modern ceiling of my room.I meant every word I said by going back into my shell and going into hiding, where no one would be able to find me. And I meant no fucking one because it’s been three days since I disappeared from the world where nobody acknowledged my presence.I’m in a world of my own. I’m in a world where the walls can even recognize my voice and my presence. The only sad thing about it is that it brings back memories of me when I was ten.This house holds so many memories, and even though it gives me the space I crave to stay away from the ou