Everything looks as if it is collapsing distantly and spaced out in the cheery world of Sophia Solochi. A world of ideal and absolute ecstasy. A world of blameless and virtuous spotlessness. To hack a time-consuming yarn short, Alex Ramirez and Alvin Morgan are the most excellent friends in the whole Earth. Till the day they find out that both are in love with the self-same woman. Who turns out to be Sophia Solochi. Idyllic, liberated, and ingenuous—she learns her bitter lesson about falling in love. Being in love has its devastating penalties; there are at all times huge sacrifices to be made; threats and hazards to be convened; and sorrow and trials to be tolerated as much as there is delight and contentment to be taken pleasure from. Sophia has known no larger tryout, no sharper sting, no greater anguish and affliction—until now. She must make that ultimate and vital selection that she has all the time fled away from. Either to be with the one true man that she has honestly loved in the sum-total world and be given no additional privileges that she is now exceptionally furnished with under Alvin’s good quality care and heed. Or to continue with this well-off industrialist man and have him take her as soaring as she can possibly dream…all at the price and rate of her truest and actual joy and autonomy. Someplace in the nameless future… “Thanks,” Eman voices while taking up arms, tears glimmering and twinkling in his low-spirited, contrite-looking eyes. He then adds on, “I must now go.” “Be careful,” I state to him. He flings the door open and rotates towards me and gawks at me unhappily. “I will,” he guarantees. Then he scales out of the car and rapidly slams the door shut to walk away liberally and parsimoniously. I snatch a glimpse of Alvin. He seats contemplative in his seat, striking me as being profoundly irresistible. I am drawn to lay hold of him, which I am not brave enough to go about. He detects me in an instant, and I quickly look away. His hand comes after mine straight away, and the moment he touches me, electricity runs through my whole body, not to neutralize and wipe me away from the face of the Earth, but to give me a compact and vigorous kick, a flush of excitement to be definite, and to magnetize me toward him what’s more. “Don’t get in a tizzy,” he whispers tenderly, his beautiful voice harmonious as though it is owned by a superb and tremendously dazzling cherub. “He will be fine. Eman—I do mean, sweetie.” “I trust so,” I mutter, powerless and crushed by his exquisiteness. It appears that mine has overpowered him too. He takes pleasure in looking at me. Yeah, strongly and very much even. I look for Eman and spot him trudge his way away. I wish him all the best inaudibly and in just the ideal silence. For the moment, Alvin does not set my hand free from his. I give my word, I am on fire that elongated and considerably protracted period that we stay hushed and meditative, gawking and gaping at each other caringly and lovingly. The way his eyes look and break through into mine…it dissolves and melts me. It certainly does. I have never been this profoundly in love and so roused up before. I vow—I have not. Is this what falling in love extremely and intensely feels like? Is this it? It beyond doubt seems so right this instant. I don’t know how it comes about. But it does take place in any case. Alex Ramirez. He breaks off and barges in at the picture that I am having in my mind of Alvin and I being this massively loving and affectionate with each other. He is the baddie and nasty-piece-of-work guy right this moment. The desperado and scoundrel who smashes to smithereens our serenity and glee and makes it off with me as a substitute by force so that I turn out to be this contented and pleased with him. But am I that glad and in-the-clear and above-suspicion in his presence and companionship really? Categorically not so. I am scared of him, terrified of what he may do to Alvin and I myself, particularly to muchly-loved Alvin, his best ally too. In case you didn’t know, best friends can turn into pre-eminent rivals. Yes, it is easily that doable indeed. With time and much unbroken sweat and endeavor, it is within everyone’s capabilities and means and capacity. I tense and flex in my seat. Alvin blows out and stares silently at me. I knock into his gentle gaze only for our eyes to bolt and lock for what seems like an evermore. I wheeze out, putting in an immense deal of sweat and exertion to uphold my balanced and stabled breath. He is making me become this uncomfortable and ill at ease. He absolutely is. Damn him for it! Damn him an incalculable times! “What, Alvin?” I ask, sounding like I am intolerably bamboozled and all at sea. “Nothing…it is just that I am marveling at how tremendously drop-dead you are. I have not ever caught sight of a woman this exceedingly gorgeous like you are, sweety. I have not ever seen a woman this incredibly and overpoweringly beautiful.” I feel self-conscious and instantly look away. He seizes my cheek with his freezing hand. He compels me to look straight into his warm-hearted eyes. And I…I become aware of the world as it thaws out and breaks up from my feel and reach. Is it standard and usual to experience and go through such kind of sensations? Is it really, huh? Is it? “I love you, Sophia, and I would die for you if given the possibility and option to do so,” he comes clean and out of breath. I don’t know what else to particularly think of. My thinking is sidetracked and diverted right this second. My head is rapidly this glaringly nebulous and fluffy. There is pain inter-merged with sugariness and sweetness. It is charming and pleasant torment indeed. My goodness. Am I not going out of my sanity? Am I not for sure? Yes. I want him too. Just like I have made known to him in the days gone by. I just don’t feel like spilling my guts about it another time. I want him. Every ingredient and component of him. Before I am aware of it, his chilly hand is on the side of my back, stroking me gently and seeking out to undo my brassiere away. Oh no. The thought of us making love in this car…at this specific hour of the day? It jolts and alarms me like mad. I cannot do it. I just cannot get myself to accomplish it; and so I tell him to bring to an end to all this right this instant, which is what he of course and without doubt does. Damn it. That was so close, wasn’t it? It positively was in my estimation. My God. His sparkly blue eyes glitter and flicker with stunning and impressive beatitude. Too much light-heartedness in other words. This exact minute, he is the happiest man to ever wheeze and catch his breath in this aberrant, air-contaminated world of ours. I cannot believe that that very same man I am staring at right this moment is the vastly prominent and high-ranking Mr. Morgan who gets treated with far-above-the-ground admiration and high human opinion. Is this him? The all-wealthy and authoritative Alvin Morgan? My own eyes must be lying to me. Without qualms about it. Definitely. Occurrences reversed to the present… My God. What was the meaning of all this? What had I precisely done? What exactly? I had fallen in love with two men…who in addition to that happen to be two finest associates. Don’t you label that as being bitching and whoring around? I am a bitch; a whore even; a dumb fat-ass; a shitty piece of a cock-burger girl. Damn me for it!? Damn you, Sophia Solochi!? Damn you, you brainless, dim-witted girl? What was I supposed to do now? What precisely? I bawled out. Bit by bit and lightly. As a matter of fact, Alvin didn’t grasp or take in that I was in tears until he abruptly looked up at me and observed the never-ending tears that were torrenting gradually and steadily out of my eyes. I was more stupid to even howl in his eyes and fob watch after all, wasn’t I? I absolutely was. Damn me a second time for it!? “Sophia, are you alright?” He enquired, troubled and shocked. I didn’t know what else to do…or say either. Fuck me for it!! “I am fine, Alvin. Don’t mind me please.” “Did I hurt or upset you in any way?” “No, you have not.” “Then?” “It has nothing to do with you. It is none of your liability either that you have seen me in this awful situation of mine. It certainly is not.” “Share your crisis and load with me, honey. That is why I am here after all, don’t you think? To prop you up and be a type of relief towards you in one means or another.” “I will be fine, Alvin. Have faith in me. It is no great big deal at all. It is just a very small and top secret problem of mine. That’s all.” “Nothing more than that?” “Sure. A woman’s dilemma even.” “You mean like you are having your menstrual period?” “Look, Alvin. I’d rather not talk about this with you. I just don’t feel relaxed and comfy to do that. I sincerely don’t. If you were a woman, it would all have been fairly a dissimilar and worlds-apart story.” “At least you will get it off your chest to Chantal, right?” “I without doubt will.” “Good thing to find out.” I could not sleep that night. I just couldn’t. How could I when I realized that things were going to be pretty appalling and grievous and catastrophic rather soon? How could I sleep any well and at ease with all that awareness and irksome niggling? How would things turn out once Alex and Alvin would come to take in that they had both fallen in love with the alike woman? Who was me—without reservation? Did I have to tell Alvin right this jiffy about my on-going thing with Alex? Or did I have to keep silent and still about it? What rightly did I have to do? I found everything to be outright baffling and mystifying, you know.