Maybe I'm self-conscious, but it felt like everyone was staring at us as we left the party. It could have been our messy clothes, flushed skin or even the smell of sex and sweat on us. It could have been anything, but that doesn't seem to matter to Matteo because even though I'm certain his seed is still trailing down my legs, we are at the gynaecologist. "This should work." The doctor says as he passes me a prescription for plan B. "I'm supposed to get my period in two to three days. I'm not regular, so I'm not sure. Can I wait before taking the pill?" "Uffa! What do you mean wait? No, we’ll get the medicine, and you will take it now." "She can wait, maybe three days maximum, for full efficiency." The doctor explains, but this only serves to irritate Matteo more. "Why? Just take it so that-" "Matteo, this is my body." I don't want to tamper with my odds of fertility. I don't know if there is any correlation between plan B and fertility, but I want to raise every odd I can. A

Natasha"Are you crazy!"Mia's plate, full of hospital food, washed over Natasha, ruining the outfit she had spent ages picking. Even if she was supposed to take them off in a few minutes to prep for the surgery, this was not how she wanted to do it.Of late, Mia had found every possible way to torment Natasha."I'm sorry I-I forgot to pick up your kids from school. There was so much I was supposed to do before this surgery!"Natasha tried to defend herself, but the entire room stared her down as if she were the enemy.Yes, she had made a mistake in drinking before the surgery, but how was she supposed to know that Vincent’s mother would spiral, leaving the hospital no choice but to put her in tubes as they waited for her safe window to arrive because she refused her children to donate?The rising hospital costs put them on edge. Natasha understood that, so she volunteered to run their errands until their anger was soothed, but it was only getting worse!Not to mention, she was suppos

With a quick nod to my words, Mr. Lee picks himself up and rushes to the first model. My work backstage is done, so I make my way to the stage to perform my introductory speech to kick-start the event. I never expected the venue to be full, but then again, my boyfriend is the latest 'trillionaire’, so some of the spots have been filled with people who don’t really have an interest in fashion, just Matteo.Even though he said he couldn’t make it tonight. He has been ‘busy’ of late.After a quick speech introducing the line, I step aside and let the models do their work. The line is stunning, simple, elegant, camel toe resistant and bright, pairing well with the theme of resilience.The models look fierce and happy, the music upbeat, and most especially, the audience looks interested."We meet again."A feminine voice says, drawing my focus from the show to the stunning and familiar woman."Blair Danes, right? We met at the ball a few weeks ago.""Indeed we did. I must say I was lookin

TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE & SEXUAL ASSAULT I'm tired of drinking, and my legs hurt; even the models have started leaving. I guess two a.m. is a record for some of them, me included, yet Elizabeth looks as energised as ever. Her hand grips Edward's thigh, but he casually slides it off his body; even I can tell she is making him uncomfortable, so why can't she? I guess flirting is not for the drunk. I wobble when I stand but make my way to them; he saved me, so it makes sense that I should save him, too. "Drinks." A model says when the door opens again, this time the waiter looks weird; he has a hat on. Since when have waiters walked around in caps and masks? Is there a past-midnight etiquette? "Shots, people!" My hand finds Edward's shoulder. "You said you wanted to call your sister; I found a quiet spot." For a few seconds, he blinks before he realises what I mean to do. "Y-yes, thank you for reminding me." "It's like midnight. Are you really going to call them now?” Eliza

The trip to the station was silent; after offering my statement, the police offered to call me back if more arose from their investigation. That aside, Matteo leaves out that he took one of the kidnappers.Everything seemed relatively tied up by nine a.m. even though Matteo hadn’t said a word to me.“This isn’t the way home.”I mention in the car’s silence.“No, I have some business to clear up; wait for me in the car; it will only take a few minutes.”He says with ease as he merges onto the highway. After driving for a good while, he exits on a road with many underdeveloped shops and structures. Finally, after about thirty minutes of travelling on the same road, we arrive at a field that looks like a greenhouse.Hugo stands outside the building. He is normally expressionless, but right now, he looks worried.“Stay in the car.”Matteo repeats as the car halts in the isolated field.He undoes his belt and slips out of the car. His hands reach his back, where he pulls out a gun.“Is he