DENVERIt’s my fucking fault.I know all the blame should be on me because I should have done proper research before believing what Drake said. He probably thought they were the real parents for her; however, it’s not his fault either.It’s a fucking misconception. And that misconception has caused her fucking damage. A damage she would not give me the chance to mend.A deadly one because she’s refused to say a word since we got back. She’s refused to respond to me or anyone.The splash of water is loud, but it isn’t as loud as Anastasia's shriek. It’s the first time I’ve heard that sound from her. The terror in her shrieking voice tore through my chest and clashed against my bones.She cried her eyes out that night and curled up in bed. Fuck, I shouldn’t have given her so much hope about meeting her parents. But I couldn’t stop feeling hurt when I saw her longing to meet her parents. I didn’t want to keep consoling her without a lack of trying.The next day, she woke up with swolle
ANASTASIAMy eyes increased in size the moment I set my eyes on his erection.Shit, he can’t unlock the door.She can’t come in either.My chest burns as I roughly swallow my saliva.“I’m sorry, Anastasia, but I need you to use the back door right now. This is going to be a mess if you remain here while she comes in.” I gulp in a sharp intake of air when he spills that out, as I clutch hard on my chest. I know the situation we are in right now is complicated, but it never occurred to me that Denver would want me to hide because of her.Ah, fuck.I want to scream, cry, or throw up as the word keeps playing in my head, but there’s no time because he’s heading towards the door to open for her with his hard erection.I use the back door, but I don’t walk away. I pin against the wall, listening to whatever’s going to happen between them. Shit, I feel like an outsider right now, a third person who doesn’t matter and can be abandoned anytime.I draw in a deep breath. I can’t let out the cry
DENVERI never expected the most difficult part of my life would be choosing between two women.I stormed out of the office to clear my head because I never expected to hear those words from Sandra. She wants to fix us, and she’s nothing without me, she said.I couldn’t deny that those words went straight to my heart like a sharp spear. It burned like molten metal but felt good in a way; it felt good that Sandra was saying something good for the first time.I’m in between giving her the chance to work on us and letting go of Anastasia. I honestly don’t know which is the right thing to do because Anastasia isn't someone I can let go of as well.Anastasia means something to me; she’s not just my toy to play with. She’s more, and it annoys me that I can’t figure out what I want with her yet.I still can’t fathom the act of letting her go. It would break me the same way it would break her. Fuck, I’ve never been this messed up like I am right now.I made sure Sandra was gone before I retur
ANASTASIAIt never occurred to me that bringing me along to the vacation was tagging my friend and her boyfriend.Denver didn’t tell me what he was up to; he dropped me off at the airport and told me Chloe knows what to do.I didn’t want him to leave me to him, or I didn’t want him to be alone with Sandra. I knew he was going to her since he dropped me off with my friend and Chloe.My heart clenched at the thought, but I had to harden the wall of my heart and accept he was going back to pick Sandra, and they would probably come to Florida together.That’s for sure.And right now, I’m with Karina and Chloe at the airport, about to board his private jet to Florida. He has a designated spot for his jet at the airport, and Chloe has always looked like a wealthy guy but never the type to flaunt it.I think he would rather remain private, but with Karina in his life, he’s turned a totally different person. He now smiles so frequently, and when he does, his hidden dimples ignite. Karina seem
DENVERIt’s been fucking weird staring at my phone and not being able to text or call her because Sandra has decided to make me the focus of the day.She’s been staring at me and trying to create conversations, but my mind has been occupied with Ana.I feel fucking restricted right now, as if a huge gap is between us. I knew she didn’t want to stay with Chloe; she hated it, but it was the only choice I had if she had to be with me.It’s been six hours since we arrived at the hotel in Florida, and I know they must have arrived too, but I haven’t seen either of them. Not that I can even see them because Sandra can’t know that it was a group vacation just because I need Anastasia to be here with me.Sandra has been all around me, making it difficult for me to check on them. I haven’t gotten a call from Chloe either, nor does Anastasia reply to my text. She probably hates me right now, and it’s not like I’m not trying my best to handle having both of them in life.I’m in a fucking mess,
ANASTASIAHow do you explain death without having to sound horrible? The letter D alone looks terrifying, and it just fucking took me some minutes to realize every word that begins with letter D is disastrous. They probably should be the most scary words on earth.Death. Damage. Denver.He fucked her in front of me.Denver fucked Sandra.I didn’t know what to feel or how to feel anymore the moment he put her down on the bed and fucked her while I was in the bathroom hiding like some sluts. I can’t breathe; the more I think about it, the more I feel like my heart is going to explode like a time bomb.My whole world splinters to pieces, and the sudden emptiness hits me so hard.I tried so hard to control the sounds bubbling out of my mouth. Fuck, it feels like he ripped out my heart and fed it to me. It was like sending me to the pity of hell to burn for eternity.I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. I didn’t believe it was him. I still wanted to doubt my sight until he was done
ANASTASIA“Seriously, Ana?”I watch her eyes harden the moment I take my face off my knees. If I hadn’t been too overwhelmed, I would have noticed her presence the moment she arrived, but I didn’t even know she'd been standing in front of me for over five minutes and watching me cry.“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have seen this.” Grabbing the door handle as I pull myself off the floor.“You’re sorry? Seriously, what am I to you, Ana? Fucking tell me.” She yells, I don’t recognize her amber eyes anymore because they're full of rage and hurt that she doesn't speak of.I think she’s hurt that she’s seen me cry for the first time, or maybe she's hurt because she has discovered that I lied to her.“I told you I’m fine, Kari. I just felt overwhelmed. I promise you I’m okay.” I lie through my fucking teeth, and it doesn’t help soften her anger because the look in her eyes tells that she is aware I'm lying.And I keep on doing it to her. Trying to deny the obvious.She comes closer, cupping my
DENVERThis is how it was meant to be. Everything is slowly going back to normal. If she hadn’t met me naked that day, none of this would have happened. We wouldn’t have gone so close; we wouldn’t have done the forbidden and the unthinkable.She wouldn’t have expected so much from me, and I wouldn’t have hurt her. It was all a mistake from the beginning; if I had controlled my urges, we wouldn’t have gotten this far.We were meant to be this from the beginning. Separated.I expected to hear that Anastasia quit her internship training with me the moment Cora called me. And it was exactly why she called.I’ve never been the type of guy who could handle two women in his life. I just couldn't, and in the end, one has to leave.I finally made the decision. I weighed both options after Sandra and I had a serious and sincere conversation the next day after I fucked her in front of Anastasia.I was overwhelmed with guilt. I hate to even imagine her face. I don’t think I can ever face An