Ama Laurelの小説

Justin’s POVThe guest room was super quiet, the only sound was the soft rhythm of Selena's breathing. I stood in the doorway, watching her sleep. She looked so… different. Not like the girl who’d argued with me a few days ago. More like… a kid. The slight bruises on her face were a total punch in the gut. I swore I’d find out who did this. Mostly because they dared to mess with me through her.I’d spent most of the night on the phone, pulling all the strings I could. I needed to know who was behind this. When I’d asked her to fake date me, I’d told her it was all for the media, to keep up appearances. But that was a half-truth. The real reason? Way more complicated. It was the way she looked at me – a mix of fear and defiance.And yeah, maybe the way her touch had sent a weird jolt through me. A connection I didn’t want to admit. Probably just the stress making me feel… soft. Yeah, that was it.I walked over to her bed, super quiet. I sat on the edge, trying not to wake her. I reach

Selena’s POVIt was the wee hours of the morning. My head was pounding as if someone was using it as a drum. The police station was the worst – those bright, buzzing lights bouncing off the gross floor. I’d just finished giving my statements; the whole freaky ordeal still felt surreal. The hands over my mouth, the car ride in total darkness, the creepy voice of whoever grabbed me.Then, bam, everything went black, and some lady was whispering threats I couldn’t even remember clearly. By the time the cops showed up, they were gone. Poof. Like ghosts.The cops asked me a million questions – what the car looked like, what the guys looked like, anything and everything. But it was all a mess in my head, like a scrambled puzzle. I couldn’t even tell them why this had happened. Why me?As I sat there trying to piece together the fragments of the night's event, Justin showed up. And he was… different. Like, serious. No cocky smirk, just straight-up worry.“Selena”, he said, his eyes locking o

Selena’s POV “Ground rules?” I asked, my eyebrows raised and my arms crossed. This whole situation felt surreal. How did I get myself into this? Everything felt like a dream. As if asking me to play pretend girlfriend wasn’t enough, he also has rules. “Yeah, ground rules,” he repeated, his blue eyes watching me. “We need to be on the same page if this is going to work. Justin’s eyes were a huge distraction for me. Sometimes they appeared blue, other times green.“And what exactly are these ‘ground rules’?” I asked, furrowing my brows and trying to push the unholy thoughts I had of Justin behind me. “Rule number one,” he began, his voice low and smooth. “No falling in love.” I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Please, Mr. Branson. The only thing I’m falling for is a glass of whiskey after this conversation.” I muttered. But did I have to say that though? He chuckled, a deep velvety sound that made my heart skip a beat. “We’ll see about that,” he murmured, his eyes glinting with amuseme

Justin’s POV Selena. Goddamn, she was a firecracker. One minute she was vulnerable, pouring out her heart about her loser ex, the next minute she was rocking my world. A chuckle rumbled in my chest as I stared awake. She wasn’t in my bed anymore, she was long gone. The little note she left behind made me feel some type of way. Why did she leave without saying goodbye? I could still smell the scent of her perfume in the air. My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Jaden. My best friend and partner in crime. “Dude check the news,” the text read. “You’re trending” I rolled my eyes. Of course, I was. My life was borderline dramatic and the media was always at the center of it all. Wondering what this particular news was about, I pulled up the news app on my phone and scrolled through the headlines.“Billionaire Playboy’s Latest Conquest!” a blog wrote. “Who is the Mystery Woman for the Season? Another asked. There was a photo of Selena and I entering the hotel togeth

Selena’s POVWhat have I done? How did I get myself into this mess? Ah yes, I know. Zayn. This was all his fault. “I hope he trips and breaks both his useless legs” I whispered silently. The harsh lights from the bathroom turned the dark streaks under my eyes from my smudged mascara into dark bruises. I stared in the mirror, my hair a tangled mess, like I had just come out of a wrestling competition. I scrambled out of the bathroom and out of the small restaurant. “Thank you so much” I muttered to the kind middle-aged woman who had been so kind to let me use her bathroom to freshen up. “You’re welcome dear” she responded warmly. I had to get back home as soon as possible so I could prepare for work. Remembering that I had switched off my phone last night, I switched it on immediately. Just then my phone buzzed with a text from my best girl Hailey. “Girl! Where are YOU? I’ve been calling nonstop. You missed my amazing breakfast croissant and pancakes. And guess what babes? Branson

Selena’s POV “I’m sorry Selena, didn’t mean for you to hear that,” Zayn muttered over the phone. My stomach twisted at the sound of his voice. What did he take me for?“Whatever Zayn”, I managed to whisper, tears flowing freely from my eyes. I was done with the relationship. Zayn, my boyfriend and now ex as far as I was concerned, had accidentally butt-dialed me a few minutes ago. I had heard the sounds and moanings of his betrayal. That lying, cheating jerk. He called back almost immediately after realizing his mistakes and his attempts at apology felt rehearsed, unreal even. “I am” he spoke up again, his voice void of any sort of emotions. “I don’t care, Zayn, not anymore”. I choked out, the tears now stinging my eyes. “I gave you everything, the best years of my life, but I’m not doing that anymore. I’m done. It’s over”. Ending the call with a shaky hand, I switched off my phone immediately. I stepped out into the cool night, the sudden silence, a relief to the turmoil I fel