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

" Yes you nitwit, I'll inform her" I groaned into the receiver. 


" You better, I'm bored already. I miss her so much" Dylan moaned and I scoffed at his cry baby instincts. 


 He left for Saint Alamos very early this morning and it's just four pm in the evening. He's not even been gone a day. 


" Tell her yourself then, you idiot" my feet were sprawled out on my desk as I reclined in my chair. 


 There was a slow influx of work today so it wasn't as tedious as usual and I'm grateful for it. Work hours are almost done with. 


 The dinner at Reid's went on successfully and three days later I'm anticipating my next plan. 


 I could possibly tell him all about it now. 


" She ain't picking up you dumbass" Dylan retorted. 


 So much for asking me to do something for him nicely. 


" Has it occurred that maybe she doesn't want to speak with you?" I smirked at my response because I knew fully well what was happening. 


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