"Wow, Ronald, that's amazing. You have a lot of drama. I initially believed it was me, but today you reveal your actual self." Jessie joins me in the car and starts clapping. Why does it sting now that I've seen her cry?
"Stop it."
"You have to stop, you jackass. What in the world?"
"So you and I are at odds over her." When she turned her head away, the car became silent.
"I don't know Ronald, but she's got a problem. She has undergone significant changes. Her behavior did not reflect her actions. She is quite frightened and uneasy with us." Yes, it is the only difference I have noticed since she re-entered my life.
"Let me at least defend her." I find myself laughing and cannot control it. Jessie gave me a perplexed expression.
"You believe she needs to be protected? You believe I allowed you to defend her from me. Remember that you are my little sister and take your place. Don't approach her. Her terrible luck has already begun." She gave me an extremely angry expression.
"Your house..." I demonstrate to her getting a sign out of my car by pointing out the window. After making a face, she exits.
When I got home, I immediately headed to my apartment. Theo, my security guard, is with me. We both quickly stopped after observing the scene in front of us when the elevator doors opened. My security guard, after two seconds, cleared his throat, but I became quite angry.
"Sir, good night." My girlfriend's clothes are all over the floor, and I can tell from the manner in which she left that it was a clever ruse. The primary issue is that nobody but me and my security is permitted in my flat, not even my sister, my mother, or any individual.
"Jenna." I entered my bedroom and kicked every piece of clothing she was wearing while she lay there naked, wailing and pointing at herself. The dickens, is she on my bed? She is on my bed, and nobody dares to enter.
I took her by the arm and tossed her to the ground in a fit of rage. She takes such an abrupt action when she collapses on the ground.
"How rude of you! You're a fool to even consider coming here, I say. Who provided you the codes, please? Fuck tells me." Upon seeing her in my personal space, every cell in my body awakens.
"What's that, Ronald? Your girlfriend is me." I grew as a result of her irate yell. Nobody ever speaks up in front of me.
"Leave now." I commanded, "Leave."
"As a result of that bitch, You started involving her, and now you've forgotten about me." She referred to her as a bitch? How could she?
"Say it again." When I informed her, her eyes widened at the challenge.
"You can leave the building if you call her a bitch." Now that she has heard my warning and realizes there is nowhere for her, the desired eyes are wide. The lusty eyes are now wide in response to my warning since she is aware that she has nowhere to go outside.
"Why didn't you touch me, Ronald? Why does she matter to you? Why have I been waiting for you for five years?" My preference for her in the world is. My life and my affection are hers.
Only one
"That is not your concern." I turned my head away, grabbed my phone, and dialed my security guard.
"I'm being kicked out? Huh? However, I have your mom. Yes, she always used her influence over my mother to turn her against me." I sensed her touch on my shoulder after hearing her footsteps. Her seduction is still having no impact.
"For once, look at me. Feel me once, please. I am yours." I recognize her ruse. She has performed actions of that nature before. Giving me the medication, beseeching me, and again harming herself with her drama
"Miss Jenna, conceal yourself; my security is coming to grab you. Therefore, if you don't want to be among tomorrow's top news stories, then..." I take a step back after jerking her hand from my shoulder.
"How rude of you!"
"How indiscreet of you to enter here without my consent! You have no right to be on my bed; how dare you?" She retreated when I finally spoke, which made me angry. She quickly turned and grabbed each of her clothes, one at a time, without waiting a second. After five minutes, two security personnel arrived.
"Take her and clean up whatever she makes a mess of. Call the housekeeper." Jenna turned and moved more quickly before they reached her.
"Do not touch me, you shitpieces." After she leaves, everything is very quiet. They thoroughly clean the entire flat, including my bedroom. What about Rose, though? I severely harmed her today. As friends or lovers, we finally had to face our reality. She had tears streaming down her face.
"God! Dammit." As soon as my body made contact with water, I threw away all of my clothing since lust had taken over every minute. I only want her once.
My body reacts in a variety of ways to her kisses, her smell, and the way she runs around me constantly. I'm not sure how much I want her in my office, my bedroom, or anywhere else. Jenna is my mother's pick on the opposite side.
We met during a professional gathering. At the time, I had excessive animosity toward Rose, and because of that, I erred when we spent one night together. She then informed me that she was expecting my child and that her father had kicked her out. My mother was overjoyed, but we later discovered she was lying. Her nighttime antics made my life a living misery. She is now nothing to me.
I lie on fresh sheets after getting out of the shower and close my eyes. My thoughts begin to wander toward Rose. Her innocent face was expressionless. She seems very dejected.
Why?
During those years, where was she? Does she live alone? Her household? Her partners? I don't have any information about her. Still, I want to.
She's now grinning, though. She is seated and wearing a white outfit. Her eyes were beaming with joy. Her eyes suddenly widened in dread, and fog began to surround her. Why am I not responding when she calls for assistance? The sound of people yelling filled the room. Her body was shrouded in a thick fog when, all of a sudden, fire engulfed her.
"Rose..."
"Rose...." My eyes open as a voice enters. My phone, please. Why am I having nightmares about her? She has arrived now, so. Why? I take out my phone. My security guard called me, and I discovered.
"Hello."
"There's a problem, sir."