Chaston awoke next to a beautiful woman. He loved her but he was torn. He loved her but he didn't find himself being inlove with her. He felt that she became too attached to him way too fast, he didn't know if she really loved him or loved the figures in his bank accounts. He slowly got out of bed and entered the en-suite bathroom. He freshened up and decided to make himself breakfast. As he walked past Carly's room, he heard her speaking on the phone and it sounded like she was agreeing to go on a date.
It made him jealous. He had Genessa whom he loved very much but Carly was the one he was inlove with. He didn't want to admit it to himself but he knew it was there and tried to push it away. Carly made it clear that she wanted to be his friend and nothing more, so he planned on keeping it that way by getting somebody else, but feelings don't just disappear over night. Genessa accepted him and didn't ignore his efforts, she acknowledged him that's why he chose her.
He had his fair share of relationships but love seemed not to be on his side like he was immune to it. He'd always wanted somebody to talk to and be there for him but somehow he always fell short by the women he was with.
Chaston then headed down stairs, appetite gone, grabbed his car keys and left. He didn't know where he was going to but he drove. He needed to clear his head and not feel with his heart. He parked in an empty parking lot and just sat there for hours, he didn't count but the sun was about to set by the time he made his way back home.
When he reached his mansion, he noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway. He entered the mansion and there Carly was looking so beautiful that if he hadn't known her,he'd think she was a godess. Then he automatically frowned noticing this unfamiliar guy talking to her, this is probably that date she was talking about this morning, he thought to himself.
"Chaston hey, this is Trevor" She said smiling sweetly.
"Sup man" Trevor said nodding at Chaston. He simply nodded back and headed to the kitchen. He poured himself a shot of vodka and drank it clean. He was so angry, if he hadn't repeated his shots he would've probably started a fight.
The door clicked closed and a loud roar was sounded from the car leaving his premises. Genessa wasn't home, she texted him earlier saying she was going out but he'd only checked his phone now. He sat all alone, with a bottle of vodka drowning in the bottle.
He was too drunk too move or even talk. He sat on one place the entire night until he was half asleep. He heard somebody entering the house, with the heels clicking on the marble floors, carried him up the stairs, undressed him and put him to bed. That was his last memory.
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Poison
RomansaA love forbidden, the taste of poison in the form of a better path. He was her better path,or maybe he was her poison. He was her oasis in her drought, but soon enough he was like poison in her mouth.
