The Proverbial War (Chapter Three - Emotional Exchange, page 1 of 7)


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I stepped into my apartment ignoring the box and its spilled out contents on the floor. I was no one's slave girl!

I was my own woman. I liked my independence, but if I was to ever feel physical touch again in my life it would be a man's touch and not that of a woman's.

The problem was that I did not want a man's touch. I never had. It had been a far easier and comfortable thing to accept a woman's touch than it had been a man's. I'd known it was wrong though and eventually that was why I had stopped, but it hadn't been easy and it was still a temptation for me.

I hated myself and my weakness all the more for it. The forbidden had only brought me ruin and threatened the loss of those I cared about most.

I walked to the window and looked out not really seeing anything in the bright night lights of the city. I brought my phone up from my pocket and dialed the first contact and let it ring.

"Hey Sis what's up?"

I closed my eyes at the sound of my twin brother's voice and prayed for courage.

"Keko there's something very important that I need to talk to you about. Could we meet in the morning somewhere?"

"Sure! My shift starts at seven; maybe we could meet in the park around six and grab a coffee?" Came his quick response.

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