Belongs to Other Women

The story of Lisa 42

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Lisa POVS.

'Yes, he will leave me forever!' answer me in my heart.

I am a really weak woman. First love is always painful like this. Many couples out there fail to maintain their first love. There may be many factors causing it. But first love for me, why should it be like this?

Hanging and unclear how it is headed.

And stupidly again, why can I still feel this obscure first love? There is now a man who clearly loves me. He treated me right and never hurt my heart. I am a fool!

The tighter I hugged Dave, exhaling to throw away all my thoughts about Max. To strengthen my heart again. If Max was just a dream that wouldn't have come true. What I hold right now is more valuable than anything else.

Valuable not only because of his wealth that is able to support and raise my degree. But also because Dave looks very sincere in his relationship with me. Not just because of my pleasure.

I don't want to be stuck in a mirage anymore, if the edges of it all just hurt. Yes, I have to start all over again and I really need to get away from her, which means, maybe I should stay away from Tika as well. And maybe this is the way. Staying close to Tika will make me even more sick.

“Where should we go? While having lunch. You want to not?” dave suddenly made me look up at him.

“Where?”

“Where ever, let your mood come back again. I don't want to see you sad like this.”

I was touched by that word. Is that how he loves this man to me? Does she really want to make me happy as worthy as any other woman?

A smile I developed on my face for her, special only for her. Then I moved forward my face, smacking her thick lips gently. Dave reciprocated my treatment so gently and without a lust.

'It seems that I must go back to learning to love him even more deeply, like a swan loyal to a partner for the rest of his life, ' my inner self.

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It's planned this afternoon that Dave will take me to lunch first at one of his favorite restaurants. In one of the corners of this charming city of London. Dave also ordered his favorite food menu for me.

During lunch, my eyes were unrelenting to keep staring at him. Ignoring the scenery around the restaurant until Dave suddenly noticed my strange behavior.

“Why do I keep writing?” he said look at me. I shook my head as I continued to look at him while chewing food.

Dave removed his fingers from the fork as well as the knife he used to eat. Then confirmed his sitting position, facing me with his sharp eyes.

“What's up?” ask me gently.

I folded my hand and put my chin there to prop my head up and said, “Do you love me?”

“Sure!” he replied firmly with a look on his face that was also so serious.

“Reason? Give me a reasonable reason.” I'm begging.

Dave's words sounded very sincere in my ears. Sounds so honest without coercion and also without lust. It was as if it were spontaneously thrown out of his mouth.

I looked into both eyes closely. “Didn't love need a reason?”

“For me no,” said and he went back to eating his food. “Love doesn't need a reason. Love will make your brain think, but you will not get the answer, because love is happiness. And if you've found that happiness, then that's where your love is.”

Dave made my brain think again. He loved to play the vocabulary in his words so I always felt challenged to digest every sentence he said. Then feel happy if you understand the meaning of his words.

As of this moment, I feel good to be able to understand the meaning of his words and exchange opinions with him. He always makes me happy in his own way. He was always able to get rid of my saturation and loneliness from living in this city alone. Living alone, away from my family. And Dave really makes me happy.

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After eating, Dave returned to take me to a place I had never been before, Royal Ascot. It is one of the most expensive horse racing venues in London since it appeared in 1711. The world's best horse places compete to win the grand prize of over 5 million pounds.

The British Royal Family has close ties with Royal Ascot and Queen Elizabeth II attends her events every year. More than 300,000 people come to this event every year in June. However, there are formal and strict regulations put in place there, related to the clothes worn if you want to attend that horse racing event.

For women must wear a hat or headdress and a dress that deserves to be worn during the summer, while the man must wear a suit, shirt, and tie. This rule makes Royal Ascot become like a famous fashion event from year to year until now. Many celebrities as well as the royal family came to the place.

Therefore, before we went there, Dave invited me to shop at one of his subscription boutiques. The workers at the boutique looked friendly and also knew Dave, of course. Then one of his workers asked Dave to help me choose which clothes would suit me. It fits my body shape.

Not only me, Dave also changed his clothes. Then came back to me who had changed his dress twice.

“I like this one,” exclaimed Dave so much that he saw me looking in the mirror, reflecting on the dress I was wearing.

'Yes, it does fit perfectly in my body, looks classy and sexy too, ' I thought.

Then he suddenly snapped his finger and stood up, stepped towards a square table in the middle of the room and showed something there. Another worker immediately pulled the side of the table that made his side open, then he picked up something from inside.

Fascinator. That's the name for the name of an accessory on the head that is usually used by women in this city. It is usually shaped like a small hat. Women in the city always use the fascinator if they want to attend formal events. Whether it's a wedding or an important ceremony.

Dave immediately put the fascinator on my head and assisted by other workers to attach it. Then Dave slipped his face over my shoulder while holding both of my waist from behind and said, “Perfect!!” Then he slumped the nape of my neck in front of this bunch of boutique workers, embarrassing me to death.

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