And he got off on my emotions, any of them. Anger, fear, trepidation, tears are all results of some form of emotion. My apathy always wounded him, more than my rage or sorrow. I will freeze him out and act nonchalant. The thought alone brings a smile to my face. He will be one-eyed and scarred, just like he scarred me. Or maybe puncture one of his eyes with it. My second is to take off my red bottom shoes, and hit his cocky face with the pencil sharp heel. My first instinct is to run upstairs and lock myself in my childhood room. I stay frozen in front of the large floor to ceiling window, as Milo opens the door. I am standing in the living room of his beautiful Upper West Side brownstone. None of my mental preparations are enough to overcome the siege panic that suddenly engulfs me, as he turns the lock. He is Lucifer, the devil himself, disguised beautifully to trick mortal women. He might be enveloped with an angel's face, but he is darkness, and he made my life dark. It doesn't work on me because I know better.

I bet his popularity with the female demographic has not changed. The asshole is still the epitome of male beauty. Maybe developed a bald spot or became fat. I was hoping that he had aged horribly into his twenties. When we were younger, all my friends swooned over his tall, athletic physique, rigid jawlines, dark brown hair and green eyes.

One that screams, 'I barely put any effort into looking this good.' All the girls ate it up. Experience tells me that his clothes are expensive. His shoulders are broader than I remember, indicative of the strict gym routine he probably still follows.

So it's easy to make out his defined body under the thin scrap of the shirt's material. He is in a black suit that hug him at all the right places, with a white dress shirt, no tie. From the window, I can see that he still dresses well. Milo grins and lazily struts to the front door of the house. I have been practicing my demeanor and my confident stance. I knew this day would come, but it doesn't make it easier. I can use the element of surprise to my advantage. He is standing right outside of the brownstone, his gaze transfixed on me. I glance through the living room window, and sure enough, there he is, all six feet of him. I can feel Milo's eyes on me before I even see him. A portion of the proceedings will go to them.Īnd my wonderful friend Bunny, who was the namesake. Let's make something better during times of desperation. This book is for my friends who found themselves out of work, just like I did, due to COVID-19. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher.

Lust by Drethi Anis