JoyceOrtsen

“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?”
“I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?”
Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager.
“Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.”
“How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?”
I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”
 “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!”
“What night? Nita, what are you talking about?”
“Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?”
I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became.
“You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!”


Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully.
Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience.
Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement.
Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?

In Love With My Bully

"How could I forget you?" He whispered and ran his hand through his hair. He shuffled from foot to foot, not knowing whether to stay or go. I turned to face the closet to hide the fact that I didn't want him to go either.

I felt him before he touched my shoulder. My heart rocked in my chest, all of my resolve gone. He turned me to face him and smashed his lips against mine. He smelled of whiskey, but his lips were as soft as I remembered. I leaned into the kiss, taking what may be the last dose of him.

He pulled away, but not to stop, only to change location. He found my weak spot just at the base of my neck and sucked on it, pulling the strings of my dress to expose my heavy breasts. I moaned into his ears, a stray moan I tried to keep in, all to refuse to show him that I yearned for him.

He squeezed my breast gently and groaned. "Fuck!" He pulled away at that, breathing heavily.

An Uncertain Future