'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.'
|18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass.
❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes...
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"Please," his voice cracks and my heart aches. "I'd forever be in your debt if you can be the reason for her smile."
It was silent for a while before I hear the rustle of something like a paper bag.
"Thank you so much. I really—" Lynn slams the door shut. "Appreciate."
She comes into view with a solemn expression, holding a paper bag.
"He looks terrible." she mutters, handing me the paper bag.
"Good." Alesia comments, eyeing the paper bag. "He deserves it."
I thank Lynn and she just gives me a sad smile.
"Guys I'm heading to my room, I need to be alone for a while."
They all nod their heads and I lock the door immediately I stepped into my room.
Pouring the contents of the paper bag on my desk, I choke on a sob.
It was cake. The cake I always eat. My favorite.
I pick up the note that was attached to it, scared I'd give in but I read it anyway.
"my dearest love, I'm trying. I'm trying my hardest to stay away from you. I swear but it hurts. Mi sol, you're breaking my heart and the pain isn't easy to withstand. I'm sorry baby but please I need you. I'm sorry I broke the promise by coming over today but I just couldn’t hold myself back. I love you sweetheart."
Sobs wracked my body as I sank onto the floor and finally let the full flood of my tears flow at his words.
I miss you too.
I love you too.
It still doesn't change the fact that he's been deceiving me for months. Privacy is a very sensitive thing to me and he crossed beyond and over the line.
I just can't get the image of him in his work clothes, clicking through information about me.
Part of me had anticipated this from the beginning. My relationship with Grey had been too perfect, and nothing that good could last forever.
I swiped at my cheeks with the back of my hand, but it was like trying to sweep water back into the ocean. Utterly futile.
It's like he made flowers grow in my lungs and although it's beautiful, it's difficult to breathe.
I sit on the floor at the foot of my bed with my knees pulled to my chest as I go over his words.
Mi sol, you're breaking my heart and the pain isn't easy to withstand.
