The Love Stories

The first time John Donaldson had raised his hand on her was on there wedding night but she had blamed it on the drinks. He had wanted to touch her that night but she had said she was tired so he had given her a resounding slap, nasha sat there stunned, he had also looked stunned and started apologizing right away during that week of their honeymoon he had spoilt her mercilessly and she had been happy.The second time, he had called her a whore for reasons she could not understand and she had raised her voice at him, John had hit her and she had hit him back so he had not only beaten her up but also raped her. When she told her parents  (taking out the rape part of_course) they had made it sound like it was her fault...they had gotten home that night after he had apologized to her parents and promised never to touch her again, had stripped her naked and rounded on her with his belt, had threatened to kill both sh

It was already late, Frank couldn't sleep in the office even though he had a lot of paper work to go through, he decided to pack them and take them home. He also noticed that nasha hadn't stepped out of her office, he was torn between checking on his boss and leaving. Well he decided to leave, she could take care of herself. Only, as he was about leaving she stepped out of the elevator and when she passed by him he realized she had been smoking, he didn't no if she saw him or just refused to acknowledge him, but she left without saying a thing to him. He scoffed"To think she was perfect". Frank watched as she got into her car...she hesitated a full five mins before starting the engine, he had no idea why he felt sorry for her, he just did.***"You've been smoking...I thought you don't smoke", she scoffed"When did you start worrying about me dear John?", she was drunk but not dead drunk and she did well to hide it.

Then she started noticing him, but then he had always been there, nasha realized she always wanted to see him every single time. She was so attracted to him that she could never stop thinking about him. One night, John came home drunk and took her from behind like he always did...she imagined it was frank with her and so it continued that way. She was having a drink at the bar when he came in, she didn't notice at first until he sat opposite her, she raised her head"Good evening nasha", she blinked...nasha? he just had to call her that"Nasha?", he scoffed"come on we can be friends...We ain't at the office right now ", he said smiling with his hands outstretched. She hesitated then took the hand but not smiling"fine ", she said. She did not fail to see that he had a nice smile,

She was out having lunch with Sandra and frank they were going through some paper works then Sandra excused herself to go to the restroom...frank cleared his throat, she knew he was staring at her without glancing up she asked"What is the problem frank?", he shrugged"you've been acting off nasha","I have no idea what you talking about frank...and you can't call me that here""Come on Nash we're in an eatery...stop all this", she raised her head now meeting his eyes she said"Frank I'm still your boss respect that". "Wow...feisty", she scoffed and was going to say something but Sandra came back"did I miss something?", she asked, Nash ignored her frank shook his head, but she still observed them. She was starting to invade his life...she kept distracting him in the head, he was falling for her not because she was his boss but he saw her as a challenge and he loved a go

Two weeks later her mother invited her over, for lunch this time and Nasha didn't protest"alright mom but john is out of town and he wouldn't be coming along","Oh I no...", and Nasha lost it"Why...why the hell do you do that? So you can't make an arrangement without getting him involved? At least I'm still your daughter the least you could do was ask me first. Even though you think I don't deserve the respect anymore just grant me little, even if its little mother!". She finished then sighed. There was about five mins silence on the other end"I'm sorry Nasha...I just thought since he was your husband I could...","Thats bullshit mother just stop... I don't want you telling him anything again unless I want you too, and moreover his my husband I should be the one doing the talking not you all the time"."I'm sorry dear...I'm so sorry""Fine...i'll just come to lunch with some of my colleagues is that OK?"