• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 •

I was teasing you but we shall see. You motivated me to work on my account, that’s a step in the right direction. 😊

I’m not disagreeing with you one bit, and I’m sorry you lost your account. Is this your way of bribing me to stay?

Thank you for the hug!
Very kind of you, sir.

I smiled walking over with freshly made coffee and sat down across him, sliding his over to him. “It’s no problem. It’s the least I can do, to show my appreciation for our friendship as well.” I nod as I sip the coffee, giving a smile behind the rim of the cup.

Great. (My hand slid in his, pulling him along with me.) Are you free now?

Hello my sweet friend. How are you today? You never cease to put a radiant smile on my face. Thank you. (Warmly stepping closer to Thomas, to wrap arms around him and squeeze gently.) You bring me happiness, Tom. How about that coffee that I promised?

That would be lovely, kind sir. (I wink teasing him, nudging him with my elbow into his side playfully.) I truly appreciate you, Thomas. You’ve been my ride or die since day one! See ya soon! 🫂

You are a great friend, Thomas. I adore you and appreciate you reading. It’s not the best at times as errors occur but I love how you never give that critique how you simply enjoy the story! (Hugs) thank you for always supporting me. You know, I think you still owe me a coffee and a catchup.

Staaaaap. I’m blushing. 😊

from each other for a while… Marcellus might not understand our relationship.” I suggested, crossing one leg over the other turning to gaze out of the window the dark lulling me to sleep, after today, I needed it.

for what seemed like forever before releasing that breath, turning to open the door and went back to my seat. I met my brother’s gaze. “I know.” I could see the remorse in his eyes for his actions but that wouldn’t bring back innocent people that died because of me. “Maybe we should stay away >>

around my wrist, pulled down my sleeve to hide the incident. I gazed at myself in the mirror, wiping my cheek and straightening myself up and holding my head high. “This is for everyone’s good. You will make it through, Calista. Momma didn’t raise a quitter. Just breathe.” I inhaled and held it >>

keep me alive. I knew that Charlie killing Marcus’ entire crew would draw too much attention, the best option was to tie our businesses together and profit. Everyone thrives off making money plus, no blood shed for the timing being. I ran my wrist under the cool water and grabbed a paper towel >>

tiny opening. I winced slightly, as a single tear ran down my cheek, knowing that this was only a temporary moment to alleviate the silent suffering. In four weeks I’d be married to Marcellus, his whore and trophy. I wouldn’t get to make my own choices anymore, it was just—a pretty prison to >>

a built up tension that only one thing could fix it. I hated the thought, scrambling to find something sharp enough to inflict pain, to release the pressure in my body. I noticed the edge of the sink was sharp enough and moved my wrist against it, pressing hard enough for blood to escape from the >>

first a selfish entrepreneur and now a murderer, even if it was second hand. Miguel was head, and God knows who else by my brother’s hand because of my careless choices. I’d forgotten how ruthless he was when it came to me, which stood out like a sore thumb. Things between us were weird now, >>

My head was spinning and his voice cutting through the thick fog made feel light headed. Then his hand came to rest on my thigh and everything came crashing down like a deck of cards. I pushed his hand away and stood, walking to the bathroom. I locked the door and stared at the woman I’ve become, >>

moved to grab his hand and pulled him to face me and his back toward the bathroom door for my brother to make the move and leave without anyone suspecting anything.