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Rachel “You look happy,” Jayce asked as we walked by the riverside. “Are you kidding me? How can anyone not be happy after such a wonderful proposal and a delicious lunch?” I said, enjoying the chilly breeze of the night that gently touched my body. “Not to mention the fact that there is no one but us here,” Jayce smiles at my words. “No one but us,” “I know, and I’m loving every minute of it,” I said, swaying gently to the music of nature."I don’t want the night to end." “Don’t worry, it won’t,” Jayce mumbled, checking his wristwatch. “Just a few more minutes,” Jayce mumbled, staring at his watch and then at the sky. “What?” I questioned, but Jayce took my hand and led me to the riverbank, where there was a lone house floating alone on the big river. “Are we going in the boat?” I asked as Jayce walked into the boat and pulled his hand out for me. “Yes, now come on,” he replied. I nodded and grabbed his hand, and he pulled me with him. But because of my clumsy nature, I can’t
Rachel I sigh happily as the kiss deepens, Jayce’s lips slightly panting from yours as he trails more kisses down to my neck, brushing featherlight kisses against my collarbone. Jayce continues to kiss me with utter abandon, sending a shiver down my spine. In between the kisses, the two of us stumble eagerly across the boat and into a tiny room. Jayce sits on one of the cushioned benches and pulls me into his lap. For a long, heated kiss that leaves my heart pounding. I stole a moment to catch my breath as he gazed into my eyes. “You sure want this?” he asks, with his intentions clearly written on his face. I nodded my head, and his hands immediately reached for the fastenings of my clothes, tugging the zippers and clasps aside. He then pressed a kiss to each new section of my bare skin. Jayce’s action helps boost my confidence too, as I slide off his lap and toss the last of my clothes to the floor, leaving me all bare before him. I then push him back against the wall, evoking
Rachel What's the best way to forgo everyone and everything that hurts you, for me, it is to get drunk. I don’t normally like to drink alcohol because it makes me lose my mind, and I don’t like the fact that something has this kinda effect. If anything I like the most is being sober. So I don’t make any rash decisions that I might regret in the future. But today it's different, for just one day I want to be free, not caring about anything else in life. I don’t know what the morning brings for me but I wanna enjoy being out of control for once. “What do you think you’re doing here?” I sensed a hand on my shoulder as the glass was taken away from my hand. I groaned loudly, trying to grab the glass back, “Give it back, you’re no one but my boss, why do you care.” He stood right in front of me, shooting deadly glares at me, as he placed both his arms around my waist, lifting me from the stool that I was sitting on. I slapped his face trying to free myself from his grasp but he didn’
Rachel "Ahhh," I groaned, adjusting my eyes to light. God, my head hurts so badly. I massaged my temples with my hand, hoping to get some relief, and turned my head to the side of the bed, only to come face to face with Jayce. Wait, now I remember I was drunk yesterday, and had a fight with Jayce, after that he carried me in his car. Then, what happened next I don't remember, and how I ended up coming into Jayce's house and in his bed. I checked my clothes quickly, but nothing seems unusual. I'm still wearing the same clothes that I wore yesterday. Jayce seems to wear PJs and a t-shirt which seems odd. He is a naked sleeper and doesn't like clothes in bed. So, nothing happened last night, so why am I here? Wait, I confessed my feelings while drunk to Jayce. Shit, Shit shitt….. what've I done. I don't want a relationship. Commitments make things worse, and who knows that better than I do? I have seen my mother, who was not once happy with my dad and yet never divorced and I've f
Rachel Droplets of tears streamed down from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks, with my eyes burning. If anything I hate in this life and my work, it is these onions. This one thing makes everything I love about cooking hate. But my relationship with onions is something very complicated, I hate and love them, Love eating and adding them, to the food I make but I hate cutting, copping them But it is what it is, I have loved cooking for as long as I can remember. The first time I cooked something edible was when I was a child, and that was a boiled egg. And after that, I never stopped. I started reading cookbooks, watching cooking shows, and even watching my mom cook and tried everything to learn this skill. I don't know why but as a child whenever I was sad or the kids in my school used to bully me because I don't have a dad, I used to come home and cook even as a child all alone in home with my mom working for two to three jobs, cooking brings me peace and it still does, maybe that on
Jayce I sighed, standing outside the small restaurant. I don't even know what I am doing here. But this is not the place that I wanted to visit, but since my car decided to stop working right in front of this place, I've no choice but to wait here, for someone to come and pick me up from this suburban town. "So, what can I get for you," said a waiter as soon as I made my way inside, sitting at the table. "Whatever sells the best," I said casually, not caring to stare at the menu. "Sure," he smiled, leaving me alone with a glass of water. Sitting alone in this nearly empty place, I glanced around the space, scanning my surroundings. This place is small and seems quite old for the style of interior and furniture. Still, this space has quite a calming and, I don't know the right word to describe it but it has quite a homey vibes and atmosphere around here, and what strange is that I like it even when it's quite opposite to my style or choice. "Here, you go," my thoughts got diverted
Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant. I don't know why seeing people happy and satisfied with my work, either by eating something I cooked or the time they spend with me, makes my days fulfilled. Even though food and cooking remind me of my time with Jayce and every time I'm cooking. I don't know, but it seems even far away from me there is part of with me every time, I hold a knife or spatula, or see the happily satisfied look on the people's face that comes and devours my food. And that is something I will always be thankful to Jayce, it's because of him that I've so much, if it's not for me then I would have never discovered that I've some kind of thing with cooking too. I remember the first time I was at
Jayce I cleared my throat, clearly not knowing what else to do. Never in ten years of my cooking career have I seen anyone devour my food with so much passion. I don't know what to think of it right now. I can't even describe how turned on I've been only by watching a spoonful of the food in her mouth and to make things worse for me. The moan that escaped from my throat acted like oil in my already fired-up senses. I turned my head trying to avoid my stare only to find eyes staring at my back. I took a deep breath trying to calm my unbalanced senses and shook my head to remove any unnecessary thoughts. "You want anything else," I shook her head at my question, trying to avoid looking at me. "Okay, call me, if you need anything, I'll be in the living room." "But aren't you going to eat anything," I shook my head at her question, "I'm not hungry," I said, trying to leave. She held my hand, stopping me, as I turned my head watching the sincere look on her face. "You must eat, you ha