“I will tell you everything later.” Inessa is standing in front of the window, a white shirt is concealing her pale naked body, which was underneath my torso for the most part of the night.I open my eyes a little bit more to see her properly; she is talking to someone on the phone, explaining our marriage. It’s still dark outside, I think it is not more than 4:30 in the morning; I wonder who the hell is calling my wife at this inappropriate time.The only name that comes to my mind is Luke Hall. Whether it’s he on the other side of the phone or he is the one who is calling her at this time of the night, I am announcing war against him. I can easily chew him away.“Bye.” She cuts the call, runs her hand through her long hair.She stands a bit longer near the window, admiring the view before coming to the bed.Without making any sound, she lies down on the bed again; I roll over to her and p

I stay all day away from Inessa. The itch that I feel for this woman is evident, the fire of passion is flaming too high inside me, notably around my dick.The way I want to get intimate with her is new to me. It shocks me too. This animalistic hunger for a woman is like a new world to me. I never feel this kind of raw desire for Olivia or the prostitute I was with, with them it was straight to business.Olivia and I were more like fuckbuddy, I don’t think we were ever lovers. What is the definition of lovers? I googled it “A partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage”. If this is the true meaning, then sure, we were lovers. I mean, we were sexually active. Every time we were together, we banged one another like a psychopath, but there was no romance between us.We both met in a bar. I was there with some Chinese investors celebrating a deal that I signed five years ago. A small pub a few blocks away fr

Olivia passed away in a car accident six months ago. I was in New York at that time for a meeting to attend with Robbie. I was there for a week. During that one-week separation, we remained connected through calls and texts. We even had phone sex the morning of her death.I cracked the deal; it was a significant one for the company and mostly for my masculine ego. We had a modest dinner with the clients after that; I went to Tiffany and Co., yes, to purchase a ring for Olivia.I had no clue what came to me that night. It just felt right. After all, she was with me all the time, she never complained, smiled every time, even the two times I brought her home for Sunday dinner. She was so friendly with everyone. So I thought the next step of marriage between us made sense, maybe.I chose a cushion-cut sapphire with small diamonds all around it for her, an emerald, and a sparkling ring. She once disclosed her love for the material, so I figured

“Let’s swim.”“No way.”“Come here, talky. You are wasting our time.”“I am not going anywhere near water.”“Seriously, Inessa. I never think of you as a party popper.”“Ha, I am not. I just like to stay dry. You can go feel your adolescence in the water.”“I am going but I am taking you with me.”“Brian McCoy, you better stand back. Don’t you dare to come near me? Go away, you filthy gigantic humanoid ”“Let’s dive into the water, honey.”“Brian, you fatuous man. Did you just put me on your shoulder like a cave dweller? The damn. Did you just spank me?”“Shut it, let’s drive into the blue ocean.”“I will die. Dear world, today is my last day on this planet. Please, be familiar with my murderer. He is none other than my husba

This man, this bloody fellow, has the audacity to snuggle with a woman in presence of my eyes. Wow, he is worst, worse than my papa. At least papa did everything behind his wives’ backs, nobody know about his crummy job until he appealed for a divorce from his wives.That’s better, occasionally it’s convenient to remain blindfolded, you don’t need to identify everything in your life or every detail of the surrounding characters. It will make our life way more easy for us.The further we know the rough side of the person beside us, the better we seek to get away from that person, even if we love that person from the bottom of our souls.Love can’t prevail against everything. Sometimes the demon inside us triumphs over the love unless we are strong enough to fight back with the same intensity and courage. For many people, that’s a hard job to do, that’s why love always takes setbacks soon or later.