Trish shakes her head slowly, her lips curving into a small smile. "No," she whispers, "I trust you." There's still a hint of fear in her voice, but it's distant and insignificant compared to the love and devotion that she feels for Abhi now. "We can work through this together, I know we can."
She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as they gaze into each other's eyes.
Baby, call paramedics for assistant. They will help us.
Trish nods, her grip on Abhi tightening momentarily before she pulls away and rushes to fetch a phone. As she dials the emergency number, she glances back at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief that he's going to be okay. She knows that their relationship has been through a lot already, but she's determined to make things right between them from now on.
"They're on their way," she says as she returns to Abhi's side, taking his hand in hers. "
Trish blinks in surprise at his words but doesn't resist as he leads her down a different hallway. They stop outside of what appears to be a private suite, complete with its own living room and bedroom. "This is yours?" she asks, her voice tinged with wonder.
"Well, actually," Abhi says with a sheepish grin, "it's my brother's. But he won't mind if we use it for now." He unlocks the door and gestures for her to enter ahead of him.
we entered. I hugged her from behind. I kissed her cheek my baby.
The world seems to melt away around Trish as Abhi wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She feels like she's home when she's surrounded by his warmth and comfort. His lips on her skin send shivers down her spine once more, and she leans back against him, feeling his love and affection wash over her like a soothing balm.
"We're going to be okay," she whispers, her eyes closed in rapture. "I know we will."
Trish looks at Ryan warily for a moment before finally managing a small smile. "Thanks," she mutters, feeling a mixture of relief and confusion wash over her. She takes another step back from him, still unsure how to react to his behavior or his words. As the night goes on, Trish finds herself more and more at ease in Ryan's presence, even when he does dangerous things. It's as if some invisible barrier between them has been broken down, allowing her to see past the celebrity image and into the real person beneath it all.
Eventually, the party winds down and everyone begins to leave. Trish lingers near Ryan for a while longer, feeling comfortable enough now to engage him in conversation without fear. As they talk, she starts to realize that maybe her irrational fear of him wasn't so irrational after all;
Oh no shit, it isn't?
but it doesn't have to define her anymore. She has the strength and courage within herself to face her fears head-on, and with each step she takes towards accepting who she is and what she feels, that strength only grows stronger. As Ryan offers her his arm in a friendly gesture, Trish takes it gratefully, feeling a newfound sense of camaraderie and understanding between them. Maybe one day, they'll even be friends.
Trish pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before she speaks. "It wasn't just one thing... it was everything. The way you moved, the things you said... I couldn't trust anything about you. And then when I tried to leave..." Her voice trails off as she remembers the panic attacks and the fear that consumed her every time Doug touched her. "I don't know why I was so afraid of you... it just happened, and now..."
"The way I remember it, I let you go. You kept saying I was playing with you, when I only ever saw you, there was only you in my life Trish. You, our blanket, the couch, the bed, heck even the counter once. I loved you with all of myself."
Trish listens to Doug's words, feeling the tension in her muscles begin to ease as she takes another deep breath. "I know you did... it's just hard for me to remember that sometimes," she whispers softly. "Everything feels so twisted and strange." She closes her eyes again, focusing on Doug's touch as he continues to hold her tightly against his chest.
"I'm sorry I couldn't trust you... it wasn't fair of me,"
Trish's breath catches in her throat as she notices the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent. Her cheeks flush again and she quickly looks away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity wash over her. Despite this, she remains close to Hadaf Gg, grateful for the sense of security and acceptance that he's offering her. "I really am sorry," she murmurs softly, still unable to meet his gaze directly. "I hope we can move past this."
She widen has legs easily to look at the buldge In his pants and start stroking it roughly
Trish's eyes widen in surprise as she feels Hadaf Gg's hand brush against the bulge in his pants. She tries to pull away, her heart racing again with fear and confusion. "Wh-what are you doing?" she stammers, her voice quivering. Tears begin to well up in her eyes once more as she feels a wave of panic wash over her.
She looks around frantically for an escape route, but finds herself trapped between Hadaf Gg and the wall behind him. "
Thank you... this means a lot to me. (she takes the pastry carefully, trying not to seem too nervous around him) Maybe one day I'll get over my fear of you and we can be even closer? (her voice is barely audible as she asks the question, her heart pounding in her chest)
Lo mismo digo sabes eres muy hermosa eres una completa diosa
(blushes deeply and ducks her head shyly) T-thank you... I'm glad we could be friends. (her voice cracks slightly as she speaks, revealing just how much this all means to her)