Novel & Cerita A Weekend Alone

"It's just for the weekend. I volunteer as the matron and the kids would be on a camping trip and there's certainly a spot for you." "I haven't hit that rock bottom yet." I did not attempt to hide my displeasure, "It's not how I want to spend my weekend, chasing kids around. No." "It's going to be a ton of fun." "Sorry, but I have other plans." I had other plans that involved locking myself in and wallowing in my misery. I wanted to be left alone to sob until there were no tears left to cry. I didn't want Granny around. The weekend with Granny gone was all my heart wanted.

"But I was thinking… maybe something different this year." He blinked at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't interrupt. "Oh?" "A girls-only weekend getaway," I proposed, trying to infuse as much enthusiasm and lightness into my voice as possible. "No big parties. Nothing extravagant. No fuss. Just… something to make her feel seen. To let her know she’s special, without all the pressure." He set his glass down on the coffee table, his gaze focused on mine. His brow furrowed slightly, a clear sign of his hesitation. I could almost hear the gears turning in his mind.

she replied, forcing a grin as she stood up, wobbling slightly before heading to the washroom. I sighed. She was a big girl and had her own life. I couldn’t control her. Besides, I had my own worries to focus on. Since I wasn’t working on weekends, I planned to stay home and catch up on chores. The house needed cleaning, laundry needed to be done, and I didn’t feel like going anywhere anyway. Saturdays and Sundays always felt long and empty to me—especially with Carlos being far away. While others spent their weekends with their lovers, I often spent mine in silence and solitude.

So here's a thing, people lie, they are disrespectful, they wear masks, and they turn to be a bit tiring to me. A lot of people don't get it, that as a loner when I am around people I feel mentally and physically exhausted and I not only want to be alone, I also sometimes need to be alone to get my energy and sanity back. My family calls me weird, but being alone is my source of energy and being around people takes that energy away. This is not a joke, my family even knows so they end up telling me to leave and go back into my room where I will get my alone time.

"I'm going to find a job! I'll hit the pavement tomorrow! You'll see. You don't need to move out." "I don't want to get my own place," I say, as gently as possible, while inside I try not to roll my eyes. As if we could afford two places on just my salary! "This is much better than that. It's a way for us to have some fun and share something - something that will allow us to reconnect." This is good. I need to make it sound like it isn't just for me, but for us. Which, technically, it is. "It's called the Weekend Club." I say the words as though they are hallowed, and he raises his eyebrows at me.

Apologetic boyfriends and revenge plots CHAPTER THREE Alexa It was a weekend again, and this time, I had the house all to myself. My parents were off for a mini vacation to a place they had let me choose for them, leaving me completely alone at my house. I rose earlier than the other days, doned a pair of shorts, matched with a baggie black shirt with the words "day off" printed on it. I applied a face scrub for a couple of minutes, cleaned my teeth, rinsed my face, and then left it make up free. I cleaned my room, and then dashed downstairs.

he suggested, leaning in. I couldn’t deny the truth in that. “You’re right. I’ve been so focused on the business that I haven’t really thought about what I want outside of it. I feel like I’m stuck in this cycle.” “Why don’t you take a week and travel? You don’t have to go far, just somewhere you can relax. Get away from the stress,” Tom offered. “I could do that,” I mused, already imagining a change of scenery, even if it was just a short trip. “But I’d have to go alone. Lisa wouldn’t be on board with that, not after everything.”

“ take care, i’ll be back by noon “ with that he left hurriedly. And I sat there, sipping my coffee all alone in this big mension. I had breakfast and went to my room knowing that there are only maids here now, and I felt like there’s literally no one beside me, with whom I can share something. Flipping through the books, I took out one and pretended to read it for a few seconds until I decided to drop the act and took my phone to scroll through social media. I’ve a lot of pending work but I have a rule of not working during sundays. Because Sunday is like a recharge for the exhausted body and mind. Soon I got bored with the phone too, so I kept it aside and switched on the n*****x And passe

"You can go out on weekends and travel abroad on holidays." "Oh." She turned to me with an expectant look. "You're single now. How about we take a vacation together on Independence Day? I'm planning to go to Hawaii." I usually spent that day with Farrell and his family. I'd never visited my parents on Independence Day. I was single, so I had no obligations to my husband. So, it was a tempting offer. "Okay. I haven't been on vacation in a long time. We can have fun there!" I squealed happily.

Chapter 4 Surrender The weekend came at the perfect time. After the gallery and that alley kiss, things felt too big for the city. Jordan suggested the cabin his friend’s place upstate, quiet woods, no signal. I said yes before I could overthink it. We drove up Friday afternoon. I gripped the wheel while Jordan played music and talked nonstop. “Admit it, suit. You’ve never done a weekend like this,” Jordan said, feet up on the dash. “No emails. No suits. Just trees, food, and me. Scared yet?”