ANASTASIA
If 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 because my mind has been clouded and foggy with Sir Denver’s thoughts.
It should be daring of me to even think of fantasizing about Denver Harper. One of the richest men in New York City has the biggest law firm you will ever find. He is filthy rich, but he is the type never to show it off.
He talks to people normally because he believes everyone has value and no one should be looked down on. And aside from his personal principles about humans, he is not easily accessible and hard to approach because of his body and physique and his no-nonsense personality.
Everything about him is manly; even the way he walks is unique. He basically just strides; he doesn’t just walk. He always does it with some sort of purpose. His movements are purposeful, bold, and so damn masculine.
Muscles. I saw everything yesterday—his chest, abdomen, biceps, or strong thighs.
His put-together looks make people think he is hard and tenacious, so they keep off like humans, staying out of the wild dog zone.
After what I saw yesterday, I’ve quit dreaming about teenage boys and jocks. I’ve seen grown-up beauty that only comes with a lot of physical activity and age.
I’ve seen his cut abdomen and bulging muscles. I’ve seen his quick reflexes, and unfortunately for me, nothing can top that anymore.
“Can you hear me, Anastasia?” She calls for the second time as she waves her fingers in my face.
“Uhm, yeah. I didn’t quite get what you said last.” I blink, returning to my chocolate milkshake, an unhealthy obsession I’ve always had since I was a kid at the orphanage home.
I have an unhealthy obsession with chocolate in general, especially chocolate milkshakes. I thought I would grow over it, but it never happened, even though I stopped residing at the orphanage home and got to stay alone.
I do freelance gigs to get my bills sorted out, and I’m quite good at it because I saw myself all through law school, and in a few weeks I will be going for my internship.
“Which of the “last” you didn’t hear?” She rolls her amber eyes in sarcasm as she sips a tiny portion of her cappuccino.
“Uhm, none.” I bite the button on my lips, waiting for her wrath, but a quick smile breaks through her lips.
“I knew it. You were never paying attention because you couldn’t get over that stupid boy. As per what I said, you need to get closure, and you can only do that once you’ve had a proper conversation with him.” She stares closely at my beige eyes.
“And the last?” I demand as she relaxes back in her chair and throws her blonde hair back.
“Oh, that. I was talking about the internship, basically the list of students who should be accepted at Denver & Drake Law Firm.” My mouth opens in an O curve as I recall that I applied for internship training a month ago.
Literally, I applied to two different law firms, and the Denver & Drake Law firm is the first. I doubted I was good enough to be a candidate, but either way, I did try my best and applied.
“Did they announce a release date for that already?” I narrow my eyes at her, sipping my milkshake slowly.
“Of course. They said, Probably in a week, we should know students who are qualified.” She breathes nervously. Karina also applied to the Denver & Drake law firm and is hoping she gets qualified as well.
“Well, that’s enough discussion for today. I will need to leave now; I need to do a school run.” She throws her legs back on the floor and grabs her back.
“See you tomorrow, and make sure you contact that asshole again and get your fucking closure.” She perks me on the cheek, and I return the favor.
After she left, I gave it a second thought. I really won’t have my closure if I don’t speak to Bennett.
I know he fooled me yesterday, but I can try to reach out to him again. Maybe this time I can really speak to him, and I don’t even need to see him anymore.
I take out my phone from my bag and dial his number. I thought about calling him, but I have to move on. I have to get through to him.
The phone rang for a second, and I let out a quick sigh as he picked up. “Hey, Bennett?” I call out, but I don’t hear his voice.
I heard something else.
Wait. “Oh sh*t. Oh shit. Harder Bennett, I want you to go faster in that fucking pussycat of mine.” A damn female moan!
I clenched my phone and ended the call immediately. Did he just make me hear that he’s fucking some other girl?
My heart bleeds as I clench my phone harder. I’m in public, and I can’t start crying; it will be a disaster.
We’ve not even broken up yet, and he’s fucking cheating on me already. I relax back in my seat, trying to get my milkshake to calm me down, but the glass shatters to the ground.
It spilled my chocolate milkshake all over the floor. It had never happened. My milkshake has never been wasted.
I lost my air, and now I'm losing control of my body because I’m shaking beyond control.
Bennett must really take me for a fool. My world tilts off its axis and splinters into bloody pieces as I let out a low, painful cry.
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
DENVERWhen Drake said my brain sometimes behaves like a machine, he wasn’t wrong. He meant I was always acting fast, like a machine. Like a moving train. Always on point. Moving forward. Taking another step in seconds.I don’t believe my fucking self. I don’t believe I truly went after her and brought her out in the most insignificant place. She’s making me do things that I don’t imagine myself doing.I’ve been controlling myself because I’m way older than her, and she’s now Bennett’s ex. I’m trying to put that all into consideration; that’s why I haven’t let my demon out yet. But she’s not fucking seeing that.She doesn’t seem to care how much I’m older than her. She doesn’t also fucking care that she was once Bennett's girlfriend and I’m his father, but she spits out words that get me so hard and hungry for her.I wonder how she found that place. It looks totally different from our normal world; it’s more like a different world that nobody but her knows about. It’s an old-fashioned