OLIVIA.
“What in heaven’s name are you doing here, Adrian? I can’t recall inviting you over. There must be an explanation for your sudden visit.” I asked Adrian enthusiastically. Anxiety was rubbing my face in the mud.
I tried my best to be diplomatic with him. His presence was already messing with my head, and I was scared that I would do something crazy to him that may send me behind bars for the rest of my life.
I thought I had already forgotten the horrible sex I had with Adrian until he miraculously showed up. The sight of him unlocked a new chapter in my head that I don’t think would close anytime soon.
The moment I left Adrian’s mansion,
I promised myself that I would erase every memory about him away from my head, including the love I have for him.
The moment he showed up, I found myself loving him again. Some sexual parts of me are already yearning for more of his touch. They aren’t satisfied with the last sex we had. I could feel my Virginia squirting down there, craving the magical anointing of Adrian’s elongated penis.
I can’t kick him out neither can I walk out on him. His aura has held me captive and made me a prisoner for love.
“Can we go somewhere private and talk? I am not comfortable having this conversation here. People might hear us. What’s the medical situation on Cyril? I do hope he’s getting better. I can’t wait to see him on his feet again. He’s a strong man. I bet he would pull through this,” Adrian asked in his deepest concern. One might think he’s family with Cyril.
“Take his name out of your fucking mouth. You’ve got no right to speak about him. Are we clear on this?” I yelled at Adrian. I didn’t let his fake love for Cyril fool me.
It wasn’t my intention to yell at Adrian. I was desperate to get rid of him. I figured that yelling at Adrian would help erase the love I’ve got for him or make me hate him for life.
Unfortunately, It wasn’t working for me. At every attempt, I make to push Adrian far away from me, I still find myself running back to him like a headless chicken.
This isn’t love or obsession. I’m being hypnotized. I’ve never felt this way towards Cyril before, which makes me wonder if Adrian has cast a love spell on me that’s making me act like his puppet. Whatever he used on me worked perfectly because my central nervous system had stopped functioning.
As I spoke to Adrian in a harsh tone, I tried to avoid any eye contact with him in the best way possible.
Adrian’s eyes are so seductive. They’re my weakness, and Adrian knows about it, hence his refusal to get his eyes off me each time we have a conversation.
“You need to slow down a bit. Yelling at me won’t solve your problem. You are getting yourself so worked up, which is detrimental to your health. I understand that you’re upset at everything happening but please don’t take it on me because I’m innocent. This has nothing to do with me,” he pleaded. He was a bit remorseful this time, hoping it would get to the head. He had no idea what my strategies towards him were.
One thing Adrian is excellent at is the manipulation of one’s mind. He loves to play the victim card to make people feel guilty about a crime they didn’t commit. He did that to me once at his house and it worked perfectly. After the one-night stand, I vowed that it wasn’t going to be effective on me anymore, and I’m working towards achieving that.
“Are you done talking? If you’re done ranting, you can leave the same way you came.” I fold my arms. The plan was to embarrass Adrian until he got tired of begging for my attention and eventually walked out in shame. So far, the trick is working for me. His eyes and face suddenly turned redfish. I got on his last nerves.
However, he is not comfortable having conversations with me anymore. I still put him in a situation where walking away isn’t an option.
“Have you come to find out if he’s dead? That has always been your wish, isn’t it? He’s the only person hindering you from having me,” I stepped on Adrian’s toes with the question. To me, it was more like a condolence visit. He thought he was going to walk into me crying about Cyril’s death.
I enjoyed doing it. The look on his face explains his pathetic situation. I bet he would have punched me in the face if we weren’t in a public place.
“Okay, you need to stop now. You’re overstepping boundaries and it’s not funny. I don’t want to do something I would regret,” he warned me. That was his inner beast unleashing itself.
My plan worked on in.
“Do you want to hit me? Go on, do it.” I confronted Adrian, looking directly into his eyes. I finally conquered the fear of avoiding eye contact with him. With that accomplishment, I was more than elated. It indicated that he could easily be forgotten if I applied the same strategy.
“I would just pretend this never happened. If it weren’t for Kate, I wouldn’t be here. I know how she pleaded with me to show up, and I did because I thought my presence would make any difference.”
“Well, It didn’t.
I am sorry to disappoint you, but your presence worsened it and I wish you could leave and never return. As for Kate, I would handle her my way,” I clapped back at Adrian and dismissed him. I wanted him gone immediately.
Our recent escapades made me regret sealing the deal with him. Had I known our relationship was going to turn out this way, I would have opted out of the deal. The thought of seeing his face for official purposes plagues me with migraines.