Love Thy Neighbour by Annecia Ellies (sci fi books to read txt) đ
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âEEEEEKKKKK! Exclaimed Adlei, this is just what we need, OMG this is so big. We need to start working on it, whatâs the location?â
âThey want a beach wedding, looking at Maracas Bayâ.
âOh, well that wonât be too much decorations thenâ, he replied. âSays who?â said Morgan, âWe can still give them the full works, as a matter of fact, seeing that itâs sand weâre working with, it will make things a bit tougher but I already have an idea. I just need to put a few things together and Iâll drop something on your desk.â
âGreat darling, see why I love you, Iâll be waitingâ he said, then headed in the direction of his office. Morgan winked at Zoe and disappeared into hers.
Morgan awoke with a start. Something was moving up the back of her left leg, she smiled when she realized what it was. Flynn was moving his fingers up and down her leg. âhmm she groaned, I can stay here with you all day but I promised Auri weâll go to West Mall to shop for shoesâ.
âGosh babe, just when I thought Iâd have you all to myselfâ, he pouted. âYou had me all to yourself last night honeyâ she replied.
âI knowâ he said smiling.
She is always apprehensive about him spending the night.
âMy mother wouldnât approveâ, sheâd say.
âYour mother isnât here Morganâ, heâd reply.
Flynn is Mr. Wonderful himself, an aspiring architect at twenty six; he is reliable, comes from a respectable family and obviously adores her. For the seven months he has been with her, she saw nothing in him to dislike and that scares her.
âNo two people can be so perfect togetherâ, Saurelle once said to her. âIâm sure he has a dark sideâ, the words echo in her head.
Saurelle had asked her to join a social website Full Circle, to expand her social life but she declined. âThose things are for desperate peopleâ, sheâd told her.
Filipe Le Mar stood at the window of his apartment overlooking the Northern side of the city of Chantilly, France. His eyes sullen and red from the tears he has been shedding for the past few days. His thoughts return to the reason he has been crying, Genevieve Lauren. He thought they would be together forever but that was short lived when he found out she had other plans, and that he was not included in them.
âI thought we were good, that things were great between us, donât we enjoy each other, donât you love me Genny, what happened?â âWhat went wrong?â he had asked.
âI donât know Filipe; I guess I fell out of love with youâ. She replied.
âWell, we can work on it honey, please, this is no reason to give up on us.â
âFilipe, you donât understand, there is no us anymore, I donât want to be with you.â
âWhy Genny, what did I do? Is it something I said or did that hurt you? Please, tell me, pleaseâ. He begged.
But Genevieve shook her head then turned and walked through the door. He did not understand where he went wrong. When he turned around he saw the folded paper on the table. It was in her handwriting; he picked it up and began reading.
Filipe,
I donât know how to explain this to you, but I canât be with you anymore.
The two years we spent together were wonderful but I want more out of life. I met someone, donât try to ask me who or where, It just happened. I want to be with him, please understand. Itâs not that I donât love you; itâs just that Iâd rather be with him.
I am leaving; please donât try to stop me. If I stay with you Iâd turn out to be someone who Iâm not. With all the changes taking place in your life, I canât keep up. I donât want to hinder you from touring the world and pursuing your dreams, itâs just that they are not my dreams. Donât try to follow me, just be happy we were able to be together for the time we were.
Take care of yourself,
Genny.
The tears stopped and the self-pity turned into anger. How can she do this to me? I love her. Gave her everything she ever asked for.
Coming from a wealthy background, Filipe Le Mar never went a day without something he needed or wanted, the proverbial âsilver spoonâ was his own. Companies bank accounts were passed onto him through the death of his father last year. He soon gave up his job as an Editor in the magazine he worked for, spending most of his time travelling instead and chasing hobbies. He also does Real Estate, mainly as a hobby with Caleth, his best friend, ever since he can remember. The Cafes also run without much intervention from him.
Genevieve left him because she felt a change in him. He began to get lost pursuing his dreams and she felt as though they were slipping apart. She was not the type of girl to chase after wealth; she preferred the chase for love.
Filipe stood looking out the window but he saw nothing, his mind blank. Life is suddenly like an empty sheet of paper.
He turned and went towards the table, picking up the letter he read it one more time. He then crushed it and threw it into the bin. She was gone, gone forever out of his life. After the death of his wife Eliza, he met Genny through an acquaintance. They hit it off immediately and began dating. Although she, to him, can never match up to Elizaâs standards, he enjoyed her company, and well, the sex. She was adventurous and exciting, something he never had in one woman as Eliza was shy. My beautiful, shy Eliza, he called her, but she fit him well. The cancer that took her away from also took his life source away. It left him looking, searching for a replacement to fill the hole in his heart. Genny filled it for a while, but now the aching and emptiness had returned.
âShe doesnât deserve my love!â he screamed at no one in particular. He then went to his bed and crawled in, curling up like a fetus, he fell asleep, and there he stayed for the next three days.
âLet me go! Let me go!â he screamed, as he tossed and turned.
âCome on you little twit!â said the gruff voice of the man dragging him.
He was scared, one minute he was walking home from the ice cream shop, the next he was being dragged into a car with something over his head. Next thing he was aware of is being handled by rough hands, pulling, dragging. When he came to, he was in a moving vehicle, now he was being shoved and pushed while he walked. The sound of other voices around him got his attention; apparently the rough man had company. Then he heard the sound of someone whimpering. He is unable to see where the sound is coming from but guess itâs right next to him also he cannot see where heâs going because of a blindfold of some sort, he stumbles and falls to the ground. The pain made him scream out; soon the rough hands grabbed him and pulled him back onto his feet.
âWalk properly you piece of shit!â said the gruff voice.
He was walking up some stairs, he knew because his toe bumped into the first rung. He was pushed onto a seat. This is an airplane, he said to himself. He can hear the engine right beside his head. He was scared.
Filipe cried out. âWhere are you taking me?â
Whack! A slap resounded on his cheek.
âI told you to keep quiet you little piece ah shit! That isnât yer business but yer fathersâ
At twelve years old Filipe was very brave. Already almost five foot in height he was taller than most boys around his age. Being an only child has given him the advantage of being in the company of adultsâ more than that of kids, he was also home schooled. His mind went back to his home, Linda, his nanny and Tutor was probably wondering here he went to. She probably called his dad by now, he silently hoped. His dad was a very arrogant, hard headed man, his mother will lovingly say, but a good father. He began to cry, something he didnât usually do.
âHey, shut yer stupid mouth!â the gruff voice shouted in his direction. He kept whimpering softly. My dad will find me; he comforted himself with the thought. Soon he fell into a troubled sleep.
A few hours later he awoke with a start. He looked around the room and saw darkness. His hands were bound in front of him. He stood to his feet and stepped forward bumping into something.
âWhere are you going?â a small voice asked.
âWhoâs there?â he replied
âMy name is Jaymeâ. The voice answered.
He moved towards the sound of the voice and stretched out his hands hoping to touch something. Jayme stood and reached out her hands but only felt the bars surrounding her.
âMy name is Filipe.â
âHow old are you?â
âThirteenâ, Jayme replied.
âAre you a boy? I canât tell by your name or voice.â
âNo, Iâm a girlâ.
âDo you know why weâre here?â
âNo, I donât, but whatever they are doing they already did with the other boy who was here.â
âWere there many others?â
âJust one boy a couple days agoâ.
âHow long have you been here, do you know?â
âI try to keep track by the light I see, but I think Iâve lost trackâ she replied sounding confused.
âDonât worry Jayme, we will get out of here, Iâm sure its money theyâre after. My dad has a lot, Iâll ask him to give them some for you also okâ.
Jayme began to cry.
âI donât think its money theyâre afterâ, she said softly.
âWhy, what do you mean? Did they hurt you?â
Jayme sniffled and continued in a low voice.
âYes they hurt me, they hurt me badly, and they did things to me, bad thingsâ She broke off crying softly. Filipe wanted to go to her but couldnât because he was chained to a cot and the chain only reached so far. âWhere are you?â he asked.
âI donât know how far from you but Iâm in a cage attached to the wall. They put me in since they brought me here and I only come out whenâŠâ Her voice trailed off and she started to cry.
âI think itâs the Black Traders,â she whispered between sobs.
âThe Black Traders, who are they?â he asked, something about it sounded familiar.
âItâs said that they kidnap people for the sex trade in the Middle East, they also sell people to work as slaves.â she whispered softly.
Filipeâs eyes opened wide, an avid reader of the Daily Newspapers, courtesy his Dad, he read of that sex trade thing but refused to believe it had reached his neighborhood. He leaned back onto the cot he was lying on. Heâs sure itâs been almost twenty four hours since he was missing, so dad would be looking for him by now.
He doesnât know how long he has been asleep, but was awakened when the door was unlocked and pushed open from the outside. The room was a bit lighter so it must be the next day. A burly man in an overall approached him; he glanced around looking for Jayme and realized no one was there. With the little light in the room he saw the cage and gasped. The man placed a waiter in front of him.
âEat this!â
Filipe realized by the sound of the voice that it was the gruff man. He was short and fat with a round stomach protruding at his front. He was wearing oversized reading glasses, which Filipe was sure is just used as a disguise. He turned and made to leave.
âWhy am I here? And where is Jayme?â Filipe asked.
âWho the hell is Jayme?â
âThe girl who was here last nightâ, he replied as he glanced around.
âI donât know what yer talking aboutâ, the man replied.
âShut yer face and eat, we want
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