Faceless-Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Faceless-Chapter 2

... was living in a small, one bedroom flat on Broadway downtown. It wasn’t anything fancy or luxurious, but it was cozy. The walls were painted an ordinary white. My landlord had said that if I wanted to repaint, it would have to come out of my own pocket, including painting it back to white when I moved out, so I didn’t bother to personalize the space. It wasn’t like I could really afford to make my apartment emulate the Home & Style catalogue. My ex had left me with nothing. I hadn’t claimed for alimony or spousal support, even though it was my right. I had never married him for money, and that was the point I was trying to make when I waved my rights and signed those separation papers in tears two years ago. Nope, he wasn’t rich when we got married. He was dirt poor and so was his family. I was the idiot for following my heart when I really should have been following the money trail like every other soulless gold digger. This was the price I had to pay for having a functioning conscience, and for chasing fairy tales that only existed in leather-bound books, stashed away in dust covered shelves of every public library. They were deceptions of love. How foolish of me to believe that I , Maya Rivera, could have my own “happily ever after.” Something had warned me right from the start to rethink my decision before pledging myself to a lifelong commitment, call it intuition. I was the dumb one who ignored it because I desperately wanted to believe that I could truly trust and give ...

... my heart to someone who would love me forever. Marriage was supposed to be forever. How naïve I was. Love never lasts. Love is an illusion, a fantasy that people make up to romanticize the act of sex, otherwise we would be no different than animals. Moving to New York was supposed to be my fresh start. All my family and friends were back in Canada, but it wasn’t like I had many friends left, so I really wasn’t missing anyone. My mother had the hardest time. She was worried that I was going to have a huge melt down while living on my own. But I was doing just fine. I had to spread my wings and find my independence again. I couldn’t press pause on life and wait for the damage to heal. I had to keep going and hope that somewhere along the way, the pain that I felt inside would become nothing but a dull ache, until it was completely gone. Numb. That’s all I wanted to become. ***** It had been a week before New Year’s when I received a formal invitation to my co-worker’s annual New Year’s Eve bash. Skylar Rodin was a gorgeous redhead with soft brown eyes, the sweetest smile, and quirkiest personality. She had immediately befriended me when I started working at The Passionate Pen Publishing Group, three months prior. I was hesitant to attend this party because I had extreme anxiety around unfamiliar people, especially men. I didn’t want to find myself in a situation where I’d have to talk about myself and open up. My emotions were still a mess post-divorce, and I had lost a lot of ...