Cyn. I woke up to an empty spot in my bed. I could have sworn I went to sleep in his arms. It had seemed so real, but now I was wondering if I had imagined it all. But the soreness between my legs told a very different story. Breakfast was served in a massive orangery. It was full of plants, flowers, and vines creeping along the walls. Despite it being a winter wonderland outside, the heat emanating from the floors created a toasty atmosphere inside that glass hall.Anna led me to a long banqueting table, where there was an impressive, almost wasteful display of dishes on it. I had only seen this kind of spread offered by five star hotels or in luxury cruise liners. Not that I had been in any, only photos in magazines. I stared at the assortment of pastries and bread, fruit, doomed dishes of cooked food standing on electric warmers, jams, honey, and different cereals in tallglass containers, but these, I only glanced at. What truly held my attention was the view from the glass wall

Ace.I walked her to the front door of her house, hoping I had remembered to slide a couple of condoms into my pocket before I left the hotel. She turned to me at the door, sliding up against my chest as she kissed me again, a decidedly more intense kiss than the last. I pushed her back, catching us both with a hand on the door as her back moulded against the leaded glass. My other hand was on her hip, but I wasn’t planning on leaving it there for long.“I should go in,” she said, her voice softened by excitement.“Why would you want to do that?” I asked teasing herI ran my lips along the side of her neck, making her groan as I found a particularly sensitive spot just under her right ear. She bent her head back, giving me access to more of the tender flesh of her neck. Her scent washed over me as I moved closer, desperate to taste every inch of her throat, her jaw. As I felt the heaving of her breasts increase with every second that passed.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, pre

Kaya. I was dreaming. At least, I thought I was. I was back in Texas, standing in the center of my art studio, staring at a huge canvas that was larger than anything I had ever worked on before. There were flowers everywhere, I hate flowers! everywhere. Red roses. Yellow roses. Irises. Carnations. Daisies and mums. So many flowers that they were even in the painting, hidden in the lines of a woman’s dress, the angles of a man’s jaw. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen.Why were there so many flowers in my art studio. Everyone knew I hated them, but somehow they were all I could see and smell. And then it changed, the room itself becoming larger, brighter. There were skylights, the kind I had always wanted in my studio, and gorgeous built ins that were big enough to hold all the paints I could ever use. My studio had metal shelves that had come in a box from the local WalMart.I didn’t understand where I was or why I felt heaviness in my chest when I looked around. It was all

Ace. I paced up and down the hallway waiting for the doctor to come outside. She had finally woken up. But she didn't seem to remember me. She had looked at me like I was stranger, like she had never seen me before. My phone rang again, I quickly fished it out of my pockets irritated. Paul knew not to bother me, and he knew how important it was for me to be here, which is why I was so irritated by the back to back calls. I looked down at the name on the name on the screen and it was Cyn calling me. Why the fuck was she calling me again. I switched off my phone and put the phone back in my doctor as I saw the doctor approaching. "How is she doc?" I asked the moment he was next to me. "She can't remember most of the things that happened for the last five years of her life." the doctor said. “Are you telling me that she has lost five years of her life?”Dr. Caliendo looked at me, no sign of amusement in his expression. At first I didn't think it was possible, but his face just to

Cyn. It had been over three weeks since I last saw Ace. I was running out of things to do around the house. I was used to doing everything and now I had absolutely nothing to do and it was driving me nuts. Today I was going to go to the hospital and see him. I had tried calling him but he never answered. I was sure our marriage was over and I was not going to wait for him to throw me out. I had to find out what was going on, being in the dark was killing me. I was about to try dialling his number again, when my bedroom door opened, "Hey beautiful," Paul said from the door, I liked Paul. Something about him always drew me to him. He seemed like a good guy, he always kept to himself. I also knew he was Ace's favourite and confidant which meant his loyalties were to him. "How are you feeling?" he asked smiling "I am good." I lied, looking away so that he could not see my tear filled eyes. "He just called." he said, and for some reason my heart got excited, I wanted to k