It was difficult to stay away from her. I've never gotten used to someone like this before. I always separate work from my personal life but in her case it made it difficult to do so. I had so much work to do but I still couldn't focus on anything. I looked at my phone multiple times during my dealing but there was no call or text message from her. I wondered if she minded my dry reply to her long goodbye. I didn't want to give her anymore hope, that's why I tried to distance myself from her. But it seemed like torturing myself. I remembered when one night we both were lying on the bed after making out for long in Paris. We both were exhausted but not enough to not talk. And just like that we carried out some casual conversation. She tried to pull away from my chest but I didn't let her go and pulled her close to my embrace. She was astounded but it didn't last long when she got comfortable. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked innocently, her eyes shining in the moonlight of the
Living in a family of seven siblings has never been easy for anyone. And so does for me. Elder siblings are technically parents to younger siblings who don't have to give birth in order to take care of them and unluckily I'm the oldest. I have two brothers and four sisters which all act like two year olds despite the youngest is also three year old. I grew in a large family which is more chaotic than being in a club. It's not like I mind them and they all are very dear to me until my brothers annoy me and my sister's sneak into my vanity!"Mama! Lucy broke my branded lipstick!" I stomped out of the room and showed her the empty container stick which had no colour left in it. "Dear, I've always told you to take care of your things. They are childish, they don't know. You must keep them somewhere they can't reach" my mother makes my blood boil more with these defensive words on their behalf. I mean like I earn money by working part time and spent it on my shopping and necessities. If
After a hectic routine of back to back classes, I wrapped my hand around Syra's arm and led her out of the university. "May I have your honor my grace that where are we going?" Syra blabbered in her sarcastic manner as I shoved her inside the car. "Shut up you better know you are treating me to ice cream!" I stated firmly. "Ofcourse but do I owe you this favor in any case?" She continued to play with me, teasing my nerves. "If you don't treat me to an ice cream then I'm going tell everyone that you have a crush on Many Rios!" I blackmailed her shamelessly. "What's wrong with him? And okay I'll treat you but don't you dare tell anyone" she tried to shush me by placing a hand over my mouth. "You really have double standards, you know what's wrong with him yet you want to crush on him and living in constant fear that if someone will know, they will laugh!" I laughed at her protective behavior, I loved to tease her but crushing on a gay man? That should be out of league for girls.
My head felt heavy and I was dizzy. My whole body was jammed and I couldn't move my limbs, as if I was trapped within myself. Everything worked inside my brain, but I didn't even have the energy to lift my eyelids and watch my surroundings. So instead I struggled for a long time, trying to scream and should for help. But it felt like as if I was frozen. It took a desperate amount of effort and waited until I slowly shook off the anesthetic from my body and opened my eyes. My senses started working at the same time and my nose inhaled a large amount if cigarette smoke. To be exact my surroundings smelled of tobacco and strong women perfume. The intensity of both of them was so strong in the air that it almost felt toxic. I tried to recover my surroundings but to no avail. There were paintings of women all around the room who dressed vulgarly. I found myself on a bed and my head was placed on a pillow, my hair spread all over it. I was not even covered and as I tried to sit up I saw
People may call me heartless and narcissist but I better know myself that I'm already worst than that. My father was a bastard for letting me come into this world only to survive his endless torture. But I'm proud of myself for escaping him and turning out to be the most influential man one could be. I'm not angry with anyone, I'm very much happy with my life. There was a time when I used to save lives of people but now I take them whenever I desire. Yes! I was a doctor, I completed my medicine degree and served as a doctor for five years until it suffocated me out. I became weak each day, saving people and being on the verge for getting blame while another life was lost. So I quit! I instead started doing business, building my own pharmaceutical company. More I got to know that being in this field was like a Mafia. You can produce medicines at much cheaper rates or can buy smuggled medicines from another country, and sell them forward at your desired rate. At first I hesitated bu
Her knees were hugged close to her chest and that's when I noticed why she sat like that. My eyes travelled to her chest and the neckline of dress was so deep that it showed a better view of her cleavage. Hearing my command she let those tears fell down her cheeks and even her lips trembled. But I was in no mood of feeling pity for her! I fucking paid 1000$ for one night!Grabbing her jaw harshly, I pulled her face closer to myself. "You better start undressing because I'm not that patient" I hissed it in her face but her expressions only turned into fear and she started crying like a child. "Please help me! Let me go! They have kidnapped me. I am not like this! Please don't do this to me" out of nowhere she started pleading as she joined her hands together to beg me. I was so done with her because I actually expected to spend a great night. I wanted to experience that how it feels to touch a woman who has never been touched before. What would be her reaction when I'll ravish her
I was a fucking mess. My body ached from every corner, even moving my limbs slightly hurt alot. Monica beaten me alot after I refused to get ready. They beat me to this extent that I almost felt I was dying of the pain in my belly when I actually gave up. Dying is not easy, one might commit suicide because life is being harsh on them but only they know to what extent it had been harsh on them that they are ready to leave this world forever. She even made me wear that black dress who had my body on display and it barely hide my chest. When that man came in to the room, I lost my shit that fucking second. I begged and pleaded him in case he has a human soul inside him. But he was brutal and didn't move an inch from his stance instead the words he told me shattered me completely from inside. He was right! If not him then it will be someone else. It was nearly impossible to escape from here after it had such high security. When he kept kissing my neck, I tried my best to resist him but
It was around 08:00 am when the door of my room opened and the exact moment I opened my eyes. Sitting upright, I saw Monica coming inside with a tray in her hand. She had a kind smile on her face, more like sympathetic. I clutched the sheets tight close to my body and watched her with plain expressions. "I hope you're feeling well. Didi asked me to sent food into your room in case you can't get up." Her words pricked me like a needle but I gulped them down, not replying to her. "It must have hurt a lot! I can feel you but your customer was very happy with your service" her next words made my eyes water with hurt. Even though I was safe but her words were heavy like rock, burdening my heart. How can they be so heatless? No shame and no pity for any human. I smiled bitterly and turned my face towards the wall, not wanting to see that face of a devil. "This kind service will end from tomorrow so enjoy it while you can" her words rang in my ear before she shut the door. I noticed ar