LAURA “Not that one.”I looked away from the gown I was holding in front of me, to Balery who was sitting on my bed with her legs folded underneath her. She was referring to the gown and after taking another look at it, I nodded, agreeing with her. I dropped that gown back on the bed and picked another one, lifting it up high. I turned it and stared at the back—or rather, the fact that there was none to speak of.I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to wear it long before Balery shook her head. “Definitely not that one,” she said with a small smile. “You can wear it when we go to the club.”I tossed it on the bed, watching it join the scattered pile of clothes that had taken up most of the bed. We’d all decided to go to a bar in town today and over the past hour, I’d been with Balery in my room, the both of us trying to decide on something for me to wear. Well, I’d tried to make a decision myself, and failed—terribly—then I’d gone downstairs and dragged her up here with me. It w

LAURAThe look on the bartender's face was priceless. His eyes were amused as they darted between me and Alex, his amusement growing even more when he took in the tense lines of my shoulder and the tight scowl on Alex's face. He wasn't even bothered that this man was about to kill him. Probably because he already knew that he wasn't the one going to get killed. Alex was. I didn't know what the expression on my face was since I couldn't see myself, but I was very sure that I was wearing a look equally as murderous as the one the man beside me wore. And it wasn't because I wanted to kill the bartender, no, how could it be?It was because I wanted to kill the man who had decided to casually throw his hand over my shoulder as though we were long time friends. Or more. "What the hell are you doing?" I hissed under my breath quietly, but loud enough for him to hear him. Alex turned to me, levelling me with a confused look. The death glare on his face lessened into something far more b

LAURA "Pass me the pepper."I picked the can of pepper sitting on the counter and handed it over to Balery. She was cooking and I was just...helping her reach the things she couldn't. Nevertheless, it was honest work—a very important one—and deserved to be treated as such. "Thanks," she poured an amount into the pot on the stove, covered it, then leaned against the counter, bracing her hands on it. "So what did you say happened?"I glared at her. "I already told you what happened."She blinked, pulled her lips into her mouth, then let them out with a pop. "Wait, yes, that's true. What I meant to ask was, what are you going to do now?""Nothing." I shrugged, hopping onto the island before tearing the pack of gummy bears I was holding open, and shoving some into my mouth. We were talking about—you guessed it—Alex. Actually, to be precise, we were talking about the fact that we had both stopped talking to each other completely, apart from the forced 'good mornings' and 'excuse mes' o

LAURAOver the past few days, I had launched an operation. OPERATION SEDUCE ALEX Aim: To get him to open his eyes, pull his head out of his ass—or whichever idiom best suited the situation—and face the truth that he still wanted me. I was right there for the taking; all he had to do was take. I’ll tell you how it’s been so far. Day 1: Short sundress with nothing underneath. Alex spent a huge part of his day in the kitchen—it wasn’t news that he ate alot—and a lot of people might find it weird that I had already showered as early as 6am—believe me, I did too—but I have never found it in me to give a quarter of a fuck about what people had to say, which was exactly why I was bold enough to walk into the kitchen in my short sundress, making it very obvious that I’d had my bath, and sat at the island to have my breakfast. I didn’t need to have eyes at the back of my head to know that Alex did a double-take when he saw me, eyes lingering on specific areas of my body. And by specific

LAURA Ironically, I was the one that descended on him the minute we got into the car.I couldn’t climb him fast enough. His back had barely touched the seat before I turned towards him and caught his lips with my mine. He was quite surprised by that, I could tell, and he just held himself stiffly, shocked, for all of three seconds before his brain caught up with what was happening—that this was real—then he wrapped his fingers around my waist and pulled me into him. The move was rough and I ended up stumbling into him, my chest pressed to his. He shoved his other hand into my hair, gripping my head and holding it in place so that he could angle it the way that he wanted. Tilting my head to the right, he pushed his tongue against the seam of my lips and I opened up for him, at the same time, gulping in much needed air. His tongue slipped into my mouth, hot and wet, and a moan escaped my lips when it flicked against mine. His hand on my waist made it impossible for me to move back a