YES SIR; Forbidden Love Of Mine

CRYSTAL POVSo, I have a theory.Hating something always feels like disturbingly being infatuated with it. It can be anything; be it a person, a certain type of tree, a breed of dog, or even some kind of food. Whenever you see them, or simply think about them, your stomach will start twisting and flipping, your appetite goes in cahoots with your body, your sleep is shredded and your heart beats heavily nearly jumping out of the cage of your ribs and clothes. The sparks of adrenalin make your skin sweaty, your pupils dilate and your body is barely in control of everything that you are feeling. In my terms, that thing over there is called a Negative Law of Attraction.As I said, it’s just a theory, and who knows, maybe it’s just me. But I swear I get hives every time I see something slash someone I hate. It just happens. Now let’s get to the point. "Amethyst? You should get ready. Good. You are already dressed."A deep sigh. Where was I?This place, this little cradle where I spent mo

DUNCAN POVThe white whooshing sound of the engine as it churned to get the vehicle in motion filled the little cabin of my car as I drove down the bizarrely empty streets of Meadowood Drive. I stole a quick glance at the clock mounted on the dashboard, then nodded to myself upon realizing it was a little after 3 am, and I was only driving home.Home?Well, that caused me to chuckle and shake my head in mockery. You see, any typical 32-year-old male has reached that point in his life where he has settled down. A house with a big backyard, a pool with a hot tub on the side, a very stable job, a lovely kid or two, and a beautiful wife whom he drives back to at the end of the day. If not that, one has a lovely fiancee and they are probably planning a wedding which will be not less than a year later. That is like, the ultimate dream of every guy out there, or at least fools who think love is all they need in this life.You see, I was once that fool. And how did it actually turn out? Six

DUNCAN POVThe atmosphere was very odd, way too quiet and unsettling. The lights were slightly muted, with the bright light of the sun seeping through the open curtains of the office. I had all reasons to be nervous, fidgety, and totally out of place, but what I was feeling was actually the latter. I was serene, comfortable, and reclined in the plush office lounge seat, staring back at the little lady dressed in a black dress skirt and a white blouse, black big rims of her glasses placed gently and gracefully on the ridge of her nose while she noted something down to a notepad in her hands.For a very good day such as Sunday, I would rather be anywhere in the world, than here.“So…” The therapist, who was way too young to be, cleared her throat, then stared straight at me before shifting her gaze to the medusa beside me.“For how long have you been with Dr. Johnsons?” She inquired, referring back to our old therapist who referred us to her when we moved from Houston, about a month ago.

ery and DUNCAN POVAmethyst! Crystal!She's such a little fox! Just hiding right here under our noses! Fun fact, no one would ever have known it was her. Heck. I wouldn't have known it was her. But that tattoo, that unknown, invincible string that pulled me toward her, the sudden rush to dominate her and give her all the pleasure... It can only be one person. Her.There can never be such a coincidence in this world. There's a coincidence, and there's this. I know life is full of surprises and mysteries, but this…It didn’t need the genius to figure it out. The truth was staring me right in the face.I found her again!~~~CRYSTAL POV“Yoh Crys…”A very familiar voice called out from the farthest region of my mind before big arms circled from behind me, then pulled me back into a wall of muscle. I let out a startled scream at being suddenly pulled back to reality, then turned my head to stare at the invader. I gave out an exasperated sigh, and chunked an evident roll of my eyes when I

DUNCAN POVThe phone remained perched onto my ear as I listened to the ringing sound. At the third ring, it connected to the other end.“Johnsons.” “Is that how you answer your phone?” I interjected with a raised brow as though he could see me, causing the one at the other end of the line to laugh.“If you speak to your employees like that, then I pity them. You sound like a dick.” I added up toying with the pen that was stuck between my middle and forefinger.“What do you want, Duncan? You're not the one to call for gossip.” He knew me too well, and that over there was why he has been one of the only two people I kept closer to me for years.Having a friend was one thing. But finding a brother in a friend was something entirely apart."Do you have any listings around here? Preferably a penthouse. The farther away it is from Meadowood Drive, the better. But not too far away from my work.” I laid my request on the table without a hitch in my voice. Apollo was a real-estate tycoon in th