She was indeed gold in the midst of clay and that was why his tale had to end this way.

  Nothing beautiful can ever exist in his life. He was tired of keeping her from happiness, he wanted her to experience that joy others had experienced.

  That joy he had deprived her. He wanted to be a good friend and let her go. This may be his last opportunity to sow a good seed in life.

  He fondled with the tip of her hair and watched as she also watched him.

  He had never seen anyone with a heart so deep and forgiving in his entire life. That she could even allow him to get so close to her after all he had done.

" Iris I'm still very sorry" 


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    Iris had moved on to a better life. Infact, she no longer bore her name. She was now referred to as Jules.

  Working as the secretary for one of the most lucrative businessmen in Bridgewaters seemed like the best of her good years, till a temporary transfer was made.

  She was now to work for another employee. Mr McConnell's son. The man who made her high school days miserable, the man who broke her and made sure she had no means to pick herself back up.

The man who raped her.

  Now theirs is a tale of hate, hurt, regrets, tears, fears and discovery.

  And maybe love.

Don't forget, there's a very thin line between love and hate.

LOVED

 That sultry voice grabbed my attention in less than a second. 


 She was leaning against the slightly opened door in a simple black polo and blue jeans. 


 I've never been happier to see black and blue in my life. 


" Michelle " It sounded more like a satisfactory statement than a surprise. 


 After everything I've been going through, seeing Michelle on a Monday morning is by far the best consolation I could ever get. 


" You sound like you were expecting me?" She chuckled and took extremely slow and frustrating strides towards me. 


" I wasn't expecting you, you're just what I need right now. Come here" Believe it or not, I'm desperate. 


 She chuckled again and responded by sitting on my lap in a straddling position. 


" Having a rough day?" She asked as she clasped her fingers around my jaw and uses her thumb to caress my growing stubble. 


 This had a soothing effect that I can never explain. 


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