What Belongs to Me [COMPLETE]

My goals have always been crystal clear and on point ever since when I was still considered a young soul, determined to become successful and triumphant in the end but destiny brutally interfered in the process. Or has he been playing me on his cruel game by spinning and twisting me even before from the very beginning?

It all began that one semi-bright afternoon when the sun is busy working its way to the west, and I smelled his strong manly intoxicating scent as he was descending our apartment staircase with a sleek railing as sexy as his long and lean and silken smooth body; that trapped, plundered, electrified and exhilarated me with its euphoric presence. Ceasare Borgia or should I say Cizar as I call him entered my room, I mean my life, No! My soul and body, and then he enslaved and burdened me with the one universal thing that they say can change everything, Love. The kind of love that turned to despair, and gave me pain and sufferings, which destroyed and made me along the way. I became a chosen victim of Mr. Destiny and I was put in the long search for the missing treasure in my heart.

I was left with no choice but to flow myself and dance with the bizarre, eccentric and erratic rhythm of Mr. Destiny.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental.