Life is a thirsty hell, and people in it are monsters.
Twenty-one-year-old Ava, however, thinks her life is perfect. She has a hands-on mother who is always available to help her at the drop of a dime. A famous boyfriend who most women would kill fo...
I toss and turn in my bed, failing to get to sleep. How can I? Aiden is finally coming back tomorrow from his work trip, and I am going to see him after two months!
No matter how much I try, I won't be able to control my excitement, especially around him. His hard, desperate lips covering my soft and shy ones, pulling, biting, and wanting more. His lean muscular hands moving along my neck, making their way past my breasts to my... and I accidentally rolled off my bed.
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It's 7:30 in the morning when my alarm wakes me up as usual. I am not a morning person, but I have to exercise and stay fit to compete with those skinny models my boyfriend keeps photographing. Though he assures me, there is nothing to worry about, and I believe him. I still do it anyway. After staring at my off-white ceiling for five minutes, I toss over to get my phone.
My phone has no new messages or notifications. Not that I was expecting my phone loaded with messages, but I can hope for my boyfriend to at least let me know he has landed. As always, I text him first.
Hey....how was your flight?
7:40 am. Sent to Aiden
His response is immediate.
It was okay; I reached home an hour ago.
7:40 am. Received from Aiden
My stomach flutters with butterflies. I am finally going to see him. I have missed him so much. We rarely talk when he goes on his work trips. I know being a fashion photographer is hard. He shoots for twenty hours straight sometimes, and as much as I am proud of him, his work-life gets annoying.
I text him back with a wide grin on my face.
Great... still on for lunch?
7:41 am. Sent to Aiden
No, love, I am tired. Let's meet for dinner at my studio.
7:41 am. Received from Aiden
My face falls, I was looking forward to seeing him, but I tell myself that it's okay. I understand. I always do. He is tired, and he needs his space. I don't want to behave like a clingy bitch, but that still hurts. Okay is all I can manage. I wait for him to reply something nice like "I miss you", but he doesn't.
After aimlessly pacing around my cramped bedroom waiting for his reply, I assume he must have dozed off. At least that's what I want to believe. I get off my bed and go to the bathroom to get ready for the day when my phone rings again. I immediately rush back to my bed to grab it, thinking it might be Aiden who has finally behaved like his old self, but it isn't. It's my mother. I am not surprised, as it's a part of her routine to call me every morning to check on me and make sure I am living my life just as she instructed.
"Hi mom," I say as politely as I can.
"How long have you been up?" Yup, there goes my good day.
"I just woke up mom," I say politely again.
"Then why didn't you call me? Should I be always the one calling? Can you never call me?"
Anger boils through me.
My day is already going bad because of Aiden, and now she has to start too?
"I will call you first tomorrow, Mom," I say, steadying my tone because the last thing I need is for her to think that I am being harsh.
Handling my mother can get exhausting sometimes. I call her every day once in the morning and once at night. It started a few times a month after I moved out, but my mother grew lonely. My father and mother might still be together, but they rarely speak. I was the only person she ever spoke to in the family of four. A few times a month turned to every week pretty soon, and that every week became every day. Every time I tried avoiding her calls, she became emotional and started crying, making me feel awful. Being my mother, she knew exactly how to push my buttons, and now we have reached a point where she practically controls my life even though I am twenty-one.
I have been very close to my mother, or to be accurate, my mother has been very close to me. She is very protective of me, and I have never known why?
"You are not going to the office today, are you?" My mother questions me with suspicion.
I can never understand how the hell does she know what I do every day? I hope I am not being followed by spies.
"No, I was meeting Aiden today, so I took the day off," I respond, leaving out the "not meeting him until the dinner part."
Aiden and my mother's relationship has been more of tolerance than any kind of affection. Aiden hates my mother's dominant nature, and my mother hates Aiden's carefree one. When I told her about Aiden, two years ago, she wanted me to break it off, but I was too consumed by Aiden to let him go, that was the first time I ever stood for myself. Aiden was different back then, a supportive, caring, and an extremely passionate person.
"What time are you meeting him?" She asks, annoyed.
I don't want to lie to her, but I am not in a mood to see her as well, so I still lie.
"I don't know Mom, he is still sleeping, he will tell me the time when he wakes up."
"And you are going to drop everything and wait for him like a lost puppy?"
I want to tell her off, but a part of me knows she is right. I told Aiden last week that I am taking the day off just to see him, and he still doesn't care.
I have no idea what to say, so I don't answer. "If you change your plans, then come over," she orders, and I oblige.
"Good Girl!...hey, I saw Pretty Little Liars season two last night, I absolutely loved it," she begins, and I sigh. At least we are off Aiden's topic. But the Road of Our Favourite TV Shows stretches out over a distant horizon that is the rest of the next hour.
I quickly wash my baby face with my mint face wash, the only face wash that suits my sensitive pale skin, and then I change into my yoga clothes. It's Yoga day.
I spread my mat and start with Surya Namaskar, a raised arm pose, and continue with simple yoga poses. Let's get real, I hate exercising. It's exhausting and no good ever comes of it because no matter how hard I try, these curvy hips are not going anywhere.
Coming to think of it, I have no hobbies at all, unlike Aiden. I hate books, even fiction makes me drowsy, but Aiden is practically a geek. Aiden loves that I am a lazy couch potato. He has always been the outgoing one, even when he was a kid.
He was also very popular among his friends during his school days. Girls practically threw themselves at him, and he loved the attention. He always said that the reason he was so famous was because he knew how to treat them well. Listening to their problems, laughing at their clumsiness and making them coffee after sex and much more. I wonder what changed when he started dating me.
I finish my simple yet exhausting yoga in my fairly small sitting room and grab my phone from the couch. My face lights up when a message from Aiden flashes on my screen. Has he changed his mind and wants me over? With that pathetic grin again, I open the message, and my heart sinks.
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