mrmrcia

This is a story about an open-relationship between an unwilling prostitute and a married man. 


He was in an open marriage, but she's not the wife. To be one of the many partners of a man committed to another woman was her role. 


She wanted to hide her feelings that were starting to grow, her longing to be by his side, and lastly herself, by virtue of an open relationship. 


However, it was all for naught. When everything came to light, she desired to end the relationship they had. Her last words echoed through his mind as she bid him farewell through her mournful eyes. 


"If only I hadn't met you, I wouldn't be hurting this badly."

A Rich Man's Lover

Raeliana felt none of those emotions. As a matter of fact, her brain seemed to have no idea how to process Rolo's words. She just stood on her feet without a sliver of movement aside from the lively glints on her eyes.

Then, as if something had struck her consciousness, the lines on her forehead began to show. Raeliana opened her mouth to say something, but she closed it right away. The woman repeated the very cycle several times because she didn't know what to ask. She didn't even know where to start asking. Her head was muddled with a myriad of conflicting thoughts that she couldn't scoop up the proper words to react in time.

Following a few painstaking seconds, she heaved a sigh to help herself think. But that wasn't enough. She had to take a breathe one after the other. It almost looked like she was hyperventilating.

February 2013: Coup De Grace