Deafening silence. The tension in the air was thick and berserk. To thick it could be cut with a knife. Rage, betrayal, distrust, hurt, unspoken words hung in the air like demons, sinking their talons deep into my soul. But of all these, a broken heart of hurt and unforgiveness was sure to leave a scar.

Although it had been said, the best way to success was to overcome your fear. I can assure you, this wasn't the kind of fear you'd want to see.

Heck!
It wasn't the kind of fear you'd love a mailman to drop at you doorstep the instant you rise from bed. It wasn't the kind you'd love to come face to face with at the end of your bee line routine of the morning.

So, here I was again, face to face with my greatest fear.

Run!
The primal instinct in me cursed. But how could I when it seemed like my feet clad in my black stiletto digging into the black carpet with yellow trimming was paralyzed.

I was numb to the marrow as chocolate brown eyes like caramel locked with the deepest emerald green eyes I had ever made contact with.

Those eyes. They just had a way of sending deep and dark chills through my spine. Their scrutiny I had found both arousing and terrifying. They had a way of cutting down a grown and advanced man. Those eyes that had watched me ride up to ecstasy. Watched me fall off the edge as those plump and soft lips did their work hovering over my sex.

Those lips that would tilt up to a smirk, giving his eyes that dangerous glint that spoke different volumes.

But now, there was a scowl over his face. His plump lips had formed a thin line as his green eyes had grown darker. To dark it resembled the forest trees at night.

"Cecilia"
His tongue rolled out my name like a filthy piece. With so much distaste. So much hate like it was a curse. I could how he would call out to me like I was all he needed. Like I was all that mattered.

But after that cold winter night, I'd be damned to think of even sprout the thought that I mattered.

Yes, I was to be blamed for the scandalous act but I was so naive and deeply lost in the desire we had that I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to come clean. But as they say, you can't eat your cake and have it. I had learnt the hard way.

I have experience. I have a grotesque past but funny how at the sight of one person, you're willing to sacrifice everything you love, everything you've ever known, ever cherished.

I was willing to set everything I loved, everything I cared about for this one man.

I was ready to tell him. I was ready to tell him that I was the one and only daughter of his worst nightmare.

But I had lost track of time and I got lost in the flow that I never knew nemesis would come knocking at my door.

And as the saying also goes. Karma is truly a bitch. Because she went as far as turning around and creating a massive dent on my ass that got me regretting.

Got me asking questions. Why was I born? Why I'm I still alive? Would I have gone through all this if I had come clean? Would he have accepted me if I came clean before he found out? Would he have accepted me if I was from another family?

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