Every Decision Has a Consequence
In life, we all have decisions to make and each one of those decisions can have major consequences. Here are 4 original stories about flawed, yet-good hearted people, and what happens when their decisions blur between wrong and right.
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Ari knows she should behave with her new boss. But sometimes being bad is worth the risk.
"You seem to have a passion for this."
Ariana's face lit up. "I do. It was difficult getting this job, but I'm so glad I just got through that interview with you," she reminded him.
"Yeah," he laughed and looked down. Once again, he brought his eyes to hers. "This company is my baby. I started with two other partners just a few years ago. I bought them out because I knew I could do things they were scared to do. I've been fortunate to be successful, and I know it's because I have great people around me. But, we're still small and growing, so I'm a bit of a zealot when it comes to those interviews. It wasn't meant to intimidate you."
"It was tough. But, I'm not easily intimidated, so…" Ari shrugged letting her statement end there.
He raised an eyebrow and nodded. "I see that. I like that. That's good." He paused, and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence as he sat biting his lip. He seemed to be at a loss for words. Finally, he spoke again. "Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'm very impressed. I've seen you around a few times, but today was the first day I really got to see you. Do you know what I mean?"
Ari was in a daze, but she managed a slow nod. Darius, I see you too, her wayward thoughts whispered in her head.
Gavin & Gabby have come the ultimate crossroad in their relationship.
“The night we argued so bad we had to send the kids to your mom’s house, the night you asked for a divorce, was the worst night of my life.”
My breathing felt short. I gave a half-assed smile. "I'll never forget. You called me a selfish, social climbing bitch."
Gavin grimaced and tapped his fist against the counter, exhaled sharply, then finally looked back at me. "You know I didn't mean that. Right?"
Yeah. I believed him. But I couldn't suppress the way it still made me feel. Like an imposter, trying to live above my station. The way I use to stand out like grease stains on white clothes, as the only black teenager in a white neighborhood.
We'd said mean things to each other, but he'd never called me out of my name before that. I blew out a breath, trying to expunge the remnants of toxic energy. "You apologized, and I accepted." I took a deep breath and sipped my wine, trying my best not to get emotional. "Go ahead and finish."
“I do not think that about you. I need you to know that," Gavin insisted.
I looked back at him, knowing he meant it. But I didn't say anything.
When a campus scandal occurs, Shana has to decide if she’s a feminist first or a friend.
“What are you doing here, Michelle?”
Michelle popped out of her stupor, her eyes growing wide, and her mouth opening and closing, but no words were coming out. She looked as if she couldn't figure out how to say what she needed to say. Finally, she just sighed and shook her head. Her voice came out in atremor as she told Shana, “I think I was raped last night.”
“What? What?” Shana asked, unable to believe what she’d heard. She didn’t know what she’d expected, but it hadn’t been that. Maybe it should have, but it had not even crossed her mind. “Say that again.”
“I was raped. I believe I was drugged and raped last night.”
Now it was Shana’s turn to sit with her mouth gaping open. She felt panicked, shocked and dumbfounded at the same time. Finally, she found enough brain power to ask.
Shana blinked, then shook her head. “What did you just say?”
“Mason. Mason Lyles. That mother-fucker raped me!” Fresh tears made their way to Michelle’s swollen eyes, and she dabbed them with the snotty tissue.
Shana needed a moment to compose herself. Not only was Mason Lyles captain of the Varsity basketball team, he was also her a good friend.
Maybe a one-night-stand is just what this relationship expert needs to help him get through his divorce.
Minutes ticked by. Jonathan's body felt restless and thoughts of the two of them together in his bed made him aroused all over again. He couldn't sleep. He didn't think. Knew if he dwelled on what he was about to do, he'd lose his nerve. He just got up, grabbed his key card, exited the room, and before he lost his nerve, stalked over to her door and knocked three times.
Outside, the wind was picking up, and he stood there a few awkward moments before knocking again. He knew his mystery woman had to hear him. "It's Jonathan," he said. Still. No answer. The night air blew cool against the bare skin of his chest. The hall was dim and broken moonlight lit the open corridor. A sensation snaked up his spine, and he got the feeling someone was watching him. He turned. Of course, no one was there. Feeling stupid, he made his way back to his room. He threw his body back into bed, cursing his hormones. It was now past 2 am. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Maybe she really wasn't interested in him.
He rolled over in frustration, gripping his pillow between his fists. He was still hard. He'd gone too long without sex, and visuals of her kept running through his head. In his thoughts, he admired her sleek black hair, her slim waist that flared out into hourglass hips. Then he imagined himself peeling the tight jeans from her thighs.
There was a soft knock at the door. Surprised and hopeful, Jonathan jumped from the bed and trekked silently on bare feet across the carpet toward the door.