Topic > Descriptive Essay on My Cell Phone - 1093

Smiling shyly, I removed my hand from his grasp, putting some distance between us. "That's very kind of you, Philip, but I'll be fine." Taking my hand again, he placed a business card on top of it. "If you don't want me to walk you out, at least take my card. My cell number is written on the back. Call me when you get home. I like knowing you got home safely." I put his card in my clutch and thank him for the wonderful time. "See you around, Isabel." He said simply, before returning to his seat. Lowering my head, I disappeared into the women's bathroom. After doing my business, I washed my hands and began freshening up my makeup. Suddenly, I saw Rebecca appear outside a cubicle, but I refused to acknowledge her presence. The night was getting better by the minute. "Hi, Isabel. You're... pretty." He said rudely. "Thanks Rebecca. You too. Now if you'll excuse me." Quickly exiting the bathroom, I felt Rebecca's grip immediately, she grabbed me by the elbow, stopping me by the door and successfully blocking my way. Her smile was cynical, but I was too tired to let her engage me in a confrontation. “I broke off my engagement after meeting you and Brian in Washington. I realized that I couldn't marry Jeremy when I'm still so in love with Brian. I won't let him get away this time and I will really appreciate it if you stay away from him. I won't let you come between us. This time I will fight for us." Irritated, I replied. "Rebecca, he's all yours. Make sure you remind him. I'm not the one chasing him. Now, if you'll excuse me." Walking towards the exit, I found Brian and Philip having a very heated discussion. The moment Brian saw me, he moved towards me, ...... middle of paper ...... acting like a Neanderthal. Bending down, he picked me up, put me on his shoulders and carried me to my bedroom while I moaned in vain. I knew I should say something to stop him, deep down I was still angry, but effortlessly, he emptied my mind and replaced my thoughts with memories of our past. I loved him. Consumed by his scent, my defenses collapsed. I can't resist him anymore. His caresses comforted me on a deeper level, I couldn't explain it. After taking off my robe, he picked me up and threw me on the bed. Sitting next to me, he began to take off his shoes and socks. Pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees, he turned to me, hastily ripping off his shirt. He grabbed my face with both hands, staring deeply into my eyes. "When will you get it into your head that you are mine? You will always be mine.”