Where Love Meets Evil

its elastic limit. I'm just getting up, and what greets me first thin

chin to embolden me be

he dining roo

to me when we first

my legs with

aring right back at my face as I struggle to beat the q

otos, I'd easily bathe them with sweet compliments and good wishes, hoping

o could have dared planted s

redirecting my thought

IM

py like I was forced to take them. The reason isn't farfetche

itated for me to unconscious

ell of facts, my mind grows

s menace is the first thing that pops up in my newsfeed. He could have been up for hours and ha

with fire and sulfur, ravaging this entire building like

ly mean o

pth of a liquid. And it spirals a vortex of ugly emotions inside of

ions the sharp smack that

is why you were so sweet? You did all of it to film me secretly? How could you, I

is frosty hazel eyes to mine. If I had no reasonable reason to be fum

nd as I watch a once pretty piece of pottery reduce to shards and litters of sand and flowers. A

etreat, releasing shaky and tensed gasps in the face of the 'devil' in him. If his

breaks into the space. My heart springs to my throat but I manage to hold it back on realizing he just ruined another vase – the one on the center table.

ky hand as a river begins

swings his hand upward diagonally. It lands on a lampshade made of glass, pro

floor in tears. I cannot believe I let him trample on

into the implications of what he did, c

, digging into my soul with sinister eyes. "You think I was delighted to have touched you, kissed you, rubbed your filthy feet?" Each of those memories gushes in as the words root dee

llows, our eyes loc

he continues, "Welcome to my world, Lau

e wedding forward?" I whim

he looks down at me. The urge to get up and punch that bloaty look on his face courses through my veins but I only unleash them on myself, clenching th

evil," I

ow get ready, Laurel. We have a flight to ca

are we

on," he replies impassive

my hair fiercely. I could lose strands from the amount of energy I'm pumping in but my provoc

, but I thought my life would at least be less hellish if he at least had respect for women due to all he sa

. But look wh

ght now, we're both at the dining tab

led eggs or yellow egg yolks in my risotto breakfast. Instead, all that has my

that he did all of that to promote his fashion brand? And to think that I also checked everything I was adorned with

s even m

you, L

rub it in. I feel

into my ears and agitates every fiber in my being. I look up to him bes

nt of the servers who surround us and are waiting to take

el, y

y, Ivan," I yel

he stainless cutleries in his grip, on it. The clink is dense and person

you nee

o you

y 500 pages. On each page will be at least two photos of us. No two pages will bear the same photos. That ultimately means we are going to be taking about 1,500 shots. We are going t

er you can to get this – " he gestures to my food, "into your syste

kes to hire the best models to do this. So why?" I shake my he

the CEO himself do this will have a revolutionary impact on the brand." He pauses, pulls closer, and continues, "

flops?" I

my headache. And

I think about it, the more I lose my mind! The thought that someone somewhere was watching me through the night all under his

ave done it

ed my nudity, Iv

ll now. They drip while he says the remaining words, "And even if you d

have told me

those pictures as real as possible so the

tears like someone who just found light at the end of a tunnel. "Do you think you'll

no speck of doubt that it sounds