Mary Janice Davidson Novels & Stories

Six women whose stories were now, in one form or another, on the record. I sat at my desk in the Lincoln Square apartment on the morning the feature ran and I looked at my name in the magazine — not Mrs. Ethan Cole, not the carefully managed social identity of a woman fitted into someone else's architecture, but Bella Davidson, biochemist and co-investigator, Feinberg School of Medicine Northwestern University — and I felt something move through me that was larger and quieter than anything I had felt since this began. Not triumph. Not relief. Not even happiness, exactly.

“I think you are a good person, Martinez.” “Do you want me to burst your nose to prove my cruelty?” I sneered. She said nothing and kept watching me. “Let me clear you one thing, Miss Davidson. I decide when you live and when you die. I own you and I’ll never let you free from this nightmare.” I went closer to her, making her step back. “You’ll be dying every day.” “I’m sorry about the pain I caused,” she whispered before she twirled around and left.

She could feel his penis inside of her, but felt none of the pleasure. It was just an invasion. A very numb invasion. She only imagined what David was feeling as his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he orgasmed again harder than the last time. It was a wonderful feeling she knew only because of her encounter with Antonio. She finally stopped and lifted up fixing her dress. David panted with a smile on his face. “I think I love you.” He said, frozen on the seat. Janet got serious then. “Well don’t. if you want more I will be working in the Sanders building. It’s one thousand dollars an hour.” David stood then touching her cheek. “I will gladly pay a thousand dollars to have you again.”

I got off and went to the kitchen. I need to cool down. That woman's behavior is heating up my head. Maeji is her name. She was the leader of the two, you thought they were strong and I only got sick because of the rain not because of his slap so weak. In the evening, Nica entered my room with her two friends, Shanley and Laira. "Please Sis Mary join us! It could be more fun!" Shanley even applauded. I just laughed at the way they looked.

“We came here because the resort had a little commotion. But it’s great to be in the middle of the ocean. Maybe if we arrived early, we would be partying all night.” “That’s perfect, we can still party tonight.” “Unfortunately, everyone needs to get home before the sunset,” David said as he finally joined us. “Party pooper,” Janice mumbled. “Hey, you, being a prosecutor, don't get that much vacation leave,” David said. “Besides, you are not the boss.” “You don’t have to remind me.” Janice sneered. “Once I become a Judge, I’ll make sure to target you.” I sighed at these two. They are into this again.

“When do you plan to declare bankruptcy? Why not take this opportunity today, seeing as so many reporters are here today!” One of them even shoved their mic in Janice’s face. “Hi, are you the young twenty-year-old mistress? I heard you are pregnant! Could you tell us your thoughts about your husband’s bankruptcy? Will you get a divorce and give birth to your son?” David and Janice paled and flushed with mortification and embarrassment. Finally, David shouted, “Get lost! All of out! Move away!” Janice was about to drag him away when suddenly, David stopped moving. “Wait.”

James said to urge David to continue reading. [Dear diary, Today is yet another time when I will fill you up with unpleasant words and events. I know the pages leading to this are filled with more happy moments and just a few instances of unpleasantness. But the news is that my boss married Madam Fiona. Yes, the very lady who had slept with my boss's friend on countless occasions. And ever since they got married, life has been full of shock and disbelief. I have driven madam Fiona a few times to the mall and back and would you believe that she makes awkward calls and talks in a manner that a married woman shouldn't? Yes.

Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair. But I have to admit, she is hardly as stunning as Lexia. "I don't know...Six days maybe?" I can't remember, because every moment has me on edge. I have never felt this much pain in my life, not knowing where she was. It brought me back to the day she first declined my offer. Or maybe, the day I found out she was fucking her assistant. I've never wanted someone dead so much in my life. "Four days, actually."

“Do you miss me, baby? But now I’m working in Y city, can not return until the afternoon of the next day. This morning I went too urgently, so I didn't have time to tell you, then I was afraid to disturb you to rest at noon. Tomorrow afternoon, I will come and bring a big gift for you, baby.” “I hate it! When I need you, you're not here.” “What’s wrong with you? Who makes the most beautiful person in the world angry? Tell me, I will immediately punish that person for you.” Daisy smiles happily. David always makes her feel at ease, even when he isn't at her side. She confides: “Mr. James and his detestable lover.”

All she felt was gratitude and happiness. Mr. Jones seemed to be a nice man, one of the nicest she had met since her stay here. If the mother was nice, and the father was— summing up looks and courtesy— near perfect, where then did Jackson get his nasty attitude? She was led to the dining room by the man that welcomed them outside the building. His name was Theo and from what Maria noticed, Theo was someone Jackson cared about. Something inside her moved when she watched Jackson hug him. Already sitting on one of the expensively carved chairs was Mrs. Jones, looking as pretty and as young as ever in a red satin dress, Maria couldn't see the rest of it as she was seated. Her lips were a dark