{Diane}
Life can be annoying sometimes, especially during the times your wealthy, business father wants to you to date his rich friend's son for business deals. Seriously. For business. "I'm not interested in Thane Darko" I stated to my dad. He scoffed, looking very pissed at me "You are not always interested, Diane. You are not even interested in anyone!" "No, it's not like that, da—" "Then it's like what?" My dad vociferated, his eyes wide and dark at me. "Like what huh?" My dad half yelled, glaring at me. "You rejected all the good guys that wanted you, including Thane Darko. THANE DARKO!" The room fell silent, but that was only for five seconds. "Why do you keep turning down those good kids?" He questioned in a low, but angry voice. I didn't say a word to give him answer. Instead I toyed with my food, while he studied me with those angry eyes. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked out of the blue. "What?" The question came out in a whisper. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He repeated slowly this time but his tone was firmer. I stared at my dad suspiciously, then turned my face to my step mom who was smirking at me. Bitch. "Honey, we all know she doesn't have a boyfriend, and Thane is just perfect for her" She said innocently to my dad but there an evil simper at the corner of her lips. At that moment, I wished I could slap that red lipstick off her big mouth. "Yes" My dad agreed. Of course he would. "Thane's a nice kid, getting close to him will have it's benefit to the company and that will automatically benefit the family a lot" Of course, that was what mattered to my dad, not my feelings. Business benefits mattered to him a lot and if he does not get what matters to him, I'm afraid he's gonna cut me off. I don't want that so I thought of doing something crazily ridiculous. "I don't think I need any Thane guy in my life because I wouldn't want to cheat on my boyfriend" I dropped casually like I actually do have a boyfriend I didn't want to cheat on. My stepmom creased her perfectly shaped dark eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I placed my palms on the dining table, knowing it was my turn to smirk "What I mean, my dear Julia, is that I have a boyfriend" She froze while my dad stared at me. "A good boyfriend. He is rich, he is a celebrity and he treats me right" I added sweetly, all just to piss Julia off and it was working. "Well...." My dad's harsh tone magically turned slightly mild "What is his name?" I froze. He carried on "What does he do? How did you guys meet?..." I swallowed, knowing I was in big trouble as my dad went on with his questions. "You will see him one day, dad" I said to him with a fake beam. "At least give me a name" He urged, smiling a little. I twisted my mouth nervously, my cheeks going hot and my heart pounding as I thought of someone I could just mention to my dad, then an image slid easily to my brain. Soft hair, smooth skin, icy blue eyes, pointed nose, perfect shaped lips, dark sexy smirk. . .and only one person came to my mind. "Harry Michaelson" I blurted out. No. I didn't. . .I didn't say that, did I? The big smile on my dad's face told me I had blurted out the wrong name. "Oh, I love that kid!" I hate him. He is a demon inside, and a devil outside. He's got a bad habit of pointing out my mistakes in class like everything I do pisses him off, and he also likes to put me into trouble. All because of him, I had my first detention, imagine that! Now, my dad had said he loves that same guy, the same demonic guy that hates my guts. "Harry Michaelson" My dad uttered his name, smiling impressively. "Good choice" Oh, I want to kill myself right now. "He's that wealthy model, one of the Michaelson triplets, the one with the icy blue eyes and uhhh....bleached hair, right?" My dad asked, gesticulating with his fork. He recognizes the guy so well. Fuck, I'm in trouble. With my heart still pounding, I nodded fastly, unable to speak. "That is great!" Dad is so excited about this "You know his cousin owns a modelling company and his cousin in law is that popular businessman, Ryan Blake" He chuckled after his sentence, glancing at his unhappy wife who quickly forced out a short laugh that had her mouth forming a ridiculous shape, and I couldn't help but also laugh despite the fear in my mind. The laughter did not last long as my dad said; "I'll like to meet him soon" Meet him? "Meet Harry Michaelson?" I asked in a squeaky voice. "Yes!" He affirmed, smiling. Oh, nononono. NO. **** I am in trouble. Big trouble. That big trouble is the reason I started trying so hard to avoid Harry Michaelson in school. I know seeing his face will bring back the scene of how I mentioned his name to my dad. Of all names I could have just blurted out, it had to be Harry Michaelson. He was the popular badboy with cold eyes and dangerous aura. If he didn't look so much like his triplet siblings, I would have argued with people that he jumped out straight from hell to live among human beings on earth. He was just too. . .inhuman? The only time he looked human to me was when he cried in the hospital because he thought his dad was going to die. It was the first and last time I ever saw him cry. I tapped my black pen on the neat brown desk, chewing my lips as I thought of what to do about the trouble I put myself into. Harry Michaelson. Fuck that guy. I can't believe his name dropped from mouth when I could have just blurted out someone else's name. I could have said 'Henry Michaelson', Harry's triplet brother, I could have said anything except 'Harry Michaelson'. I blew out air and raised my head a little, and what happened next? I locked eyes with Harry. Perfect? Nope. I am staring at the same Harry I was thinking about. The cold dickhead was standing at the front of the class, and Jesus, he is so tall and muscular, the black round neck shirt and black leather jacket that gave him the devil's appearance fitted him perfectly. I moved my eyes to his hair and I saw soft, neat and newly dyed locks on his head, then I dropped my gaze to his cold eyes. They were right on me, causing an involuntary shiver. I can't believe I had this guy's name in my mouth back in my dinning room. Harry strolled towards me, a hand in the pocket of his fitted, black pants that matched with his black shirt. The closer he got to me, the louder I screamed 'Jesus!' in my head. He stared intently at me like he knew I lied in the dining room. That made me ask myself; 'What the fuck have I done?' He reached my seat, and strode past it. I released my breath but held it back when he suddenly paused. With my side eye, I saw him rotate his body to me, his blue eyes directly on me, then he took some steps to the seat right beside mine and lowered himself on it. Harry Michaelson has decided to sit at my side. Oh, God, I think I can't breathe anymore.{Harry}The way Diane had stared at me when I entered the class was suspicious. It was like she had done something wrong and was scared of the problems she has to face in the future. Somehow, her gaze made me feel like everything was related to me. The girl can be an open book sometimes. I had to take the seat beside her to watch her more closely and maybe try to understand what her eye contacts were all about because I was sure as hell she wasn't staring at me because she likes me. Diane acts like she hates my whole existence. I don't like her too. She expects everyone to bow to her, to accept every of her bad habits all because she is a billionaire's daughter. I stared at her, watching as she chewed her soft lips, her big eyes filled with worry and her pen tapping slowly on her desk. The sound irritated me and just when I was about to speak, she turned her face to meet mine. My words died on my tongue when I saw those big hazel eyes. They had words hidden in them, I wished I co
{Diane}I stared expectantly at Harry, praying he says something, and not just anything, something positive, but my prayer was useless as he just sat there, staring blankly at me without saying a single word. "Harry" I called softly and blinked gently. "Won't you say something?" He still stared coldly, like he was a vampire. "Say something, Harry!" I was tempted to yell at him as I was getting impatient and frustrated. Harry raked his fingers through his hair and blew out his cheeks before getting up from his seat. What? "Harry, wha....wha..." I stammered, blinking repeatedly, but he turned his back to me like I wasn't even talking. "Wait, are you leaving?" I asked, careful about the volume of my voice since we were in the cafeteria. Harry was walking away from me without saying a word about my request. That....is the guy I wanna date? Wow. What a dick. I placed my elbows on the table and held my head in my hands, feeling dejected. It is either my dad sees a sign that I am
{Harry}It was hard to believe there would be a day Diane would be asking me to be her boyfriend, and what was more unbelievable was that I would be saying yes to her request, though I have my reasons for agreeing to such crazy and strange request. "Let's go now" She said with her soft voice, already in front of me. I glanced casually at the SUV car moving off the school ground. "You were so quick in sending away your bulky bodyguard" I remarked. "My driver" She corrected with a glare "And he is not all that bulky, okay?" I didn't say anything to that. "So where's your car?" She asked, glancing around. "My car is not here" I replied easily. She arched a brow. "Your car is not here?" She sounded confused. "Are we flying to your place?" "You can fly if you want to, you're a witch anyways" I shrugged. She huffed, flipping her hair to the back. "We're gonna be on that" I informed, now pointing to the black motorcycle in front of us. She stared at my power bike like it was a pi
{Diane}One thing I have made note of when talking to Harry is that conversing with him isn't exactly something that puts you in the best of moods, but I have to talk to him, it is for the best. I still find it hard to believe he agreed to be my boyfriend, demanding that I do his homeworks in return and I think that's fair enough, at least it's fair when it's Harry you're dealing with here. It's not like I have a choice but to accept every of his stupid terms and conditions. "Diane!" A lively voice called my name in the cafeteria and I turned my face to the owner of the voice. "Henry" I smiled at him.He waved at me to come over to his table and I obeyed his hand gesture, smiling wider. Henry was the guy that would have been perfect as my boyfriend, but as my unlucky life would have it, I was gonna be dating his brother instead. His cold, mean brother. I reached the table and saw Harley sitted there, also with a guy from the soccer team, and there was Harry, staring blankly at me.
{Harry}'Is this the place Diane lives?' I asked myself, subtly taking note of the neat, shiny designs on the wall and the ceiling. No wonder the girl behaves like a spoiled princess. Her place looks like an actual palace with the beautiful colours and lights, but they were too bright for my liking. If it were to be my place I would have gone for dark designs. "You are really Diane's boyfriend?" The woman sitting on the other white couch questioned me for what? the fifth time. I seriously wanna tell her to piss off, but I had to remain patient. "Yes. I am Diane's boyfriend" I answered in a curt tone that says I wouldn't entertain further questions. She shouldn't take my niceness for granted. "Wow" She puffed out air "I can't beleive I would be seeing Harry Michaelson in reality because of my husband's daughter" She muttered, her painted lips lifted slightly in a scorn. I don't like her already. There's just something about the way she talks that irks me. "Can I take a picture?"
{Diane}I have never had a date like the one I had with Harry. It didn't start well and definitely didn't end well, but at least it wasn't boring. The dates I've had with other guys involves a lot of ingenuine actions like the guys showing fake kindness, bringing up little conversations that always turns out to be mind numbing and the soft background music usually makes me want to sleep off on my seat, but I have always had to learn self discipline as Mr Pierce's daughter. I shook my head as I thought about my duties as the popular billionaire's daughter. I stared at my locker, my books in my hands as I started to wish I was born into a simple family where the daughters chooses what she wants, however she want it, wherever she want it and whoever she want it with. Life wouldn't be so complicated. "Diane" The husky voice made me look away from my locker to my side. Harry was standing there, staring at me with his left hand arrogantly in the pocket of his black pants. "Harry" I bre
{Harry}Diane acts like an annoying little bitch most of the time but when she's been humbled by pains and not acting like one, I almost find her so adorable that it gets hard to not stare at her pretty face. Is that how people should be? Pretty face plus bitchy attitudes? Maybe Diane just got lucky she still got a beautiful face despite her ugly characters. I don't believe in luck, it's bullshit but maybe I just gotta believe in it this one time, I have to believe that Diane got really lucky. There were those hazel eyes that matched with her brown hair, her pointed nose, her round cheeks, and finally.....her pink lips. The soft, plump flesh gets my attention easily, but I knew this was not the time to get distracted by some lips.I quickly rose to my feet with a groan, rubbing the back of my head. I don't understand what exactly just happened between Diane and I but I think we were just inches close to......kissing? Kissing? Really?I peered down at her round face and saw how fl
{Harry}Diane laid flat on the seat, her face upwards, then I slid my hand underneath her top. She took in a sharp audible breath through parted mouth. Diane's skin was soft, warm and smooth. I didn't know why she wanted my palm over her skin, I don't know if it really eases her pains or how it does it, but I know I like having my hand pressed on her skin just like I am currently doing. "You can move your hand upwards too" She said with a voice that was as light as the summer breeze. It made it hard for me to say no again. She had her eyes trailed on me and I had mine boring right into hers. I began to crawl my hand up and up till my fingers brushed underneath her bra. She gasped softly while I froze instantly, not tearing my eyes off her. What the hell just happened? I could swear that I felt something inside me just now, something odd. I retracted my hand from Diane's stomach and rose to my feet. I thought of walking away from her but I just couldn't do it. I could not leave
Today was like the other days where I have to tutor Harry and endure his silence. I can't seem to completely grasp the meaning or the reason behind his coldness. "I'm just gonna take the other couch" He said, moving away from me, a book in his hand. I slanted my head, my brows furrowed in puzzlement "Why?" I wondered if I did something wrong cause why would he just want to suddenly transfer himself from the couch we shared to the one across me. "Don't you wanna take a break?" He asked back, sinking himself on his new seat. "I....want to" I answered slowly, uncertainty in my tone. "But it's just...." He was staring at me intently. "You don't wanna rest?" "I want to. It's just that..." I trailed off again. His intent eyes fixed on me was making my heart pound in my chest. I shook my head and he tore his eyes from me to have them on the book in his hand.I also got a book to focus on but I couldn't even get a meaningful sentence when all I could think about is Harry and his inco
{Diane}There are some times Harry talks nicely to me like he's given his life to Christ, and right now is one of those few times he acts so kind like he's not even the same Harry that glares at every single thing. Because of his sudden change of attitude, the anger I felt for him earlier was slowly melting away. I pulled out my phone and began to text my driver not to worry about picking me up anymore since I knew no matter what happens at this point, I would be going with Harry. I've wanted that from the start, I just didn't want him to know that I was that desperate for his attention and care. I was his fake girlfriend after all, but the Lord knows I want him to treat me like I was his real girlfriend. "I'm texting my driver not to pick me up anymore" I informed as I typed swiftly on my phone. I took a peek of his face and caught him releasing a soft meaningful sigh. He gave me a nod, his eyes softening at me, then he took his hands off my waist to help me hold my bag while I t
{Harry}Diane stared at me in shock, her stunning hazel eyes were huge and her plump mouth was slightly parted. I've noticed how she innocently opens her mouth halfway when she's surpised, also when she's blushing or....when we're about to kiss. It's hard to take the last kiss out of my mind, like, for fuck sake, I haven't even forgotten about our first kiss, then how can I forget the last one we had minutes ago. The crazy thing was that I do not understand how we even got there in the first place. It all felt like there's a spell controlling us, bringing us closer and filling us up with some strong desires I never knew was possible. Diane recovered from her shock and folded her small arms across that chest I always find attractive. "What is it, Harry?" "Get in" I ordered and she scoffed, her head moving from side to side. "So you drove to me just to order me around?" "Diane, just....look I wanna drive you home, alright?" "No" She objected and turned away. I quickly got off th
{Diane}The consequences of my actions are still waiting somewhere for me, at least that's what my subconscious told me but I have been ignoring her to focus on this kiss. Harry's rugged hand had slipped from my waist to my hips in a slow and seductive manner, then he gave a little squeeze. I feel like my insides are melting down with his soft lips locked with mine, his scorching fingers on my face, his other rugged hand pressing seductively around my hips.To my disapproval, he stopped the kiss. I was panting softly with my swollen mouth half opened. It was ready for another kiss. Harry stared at my face for several seconds. His blue eyes were dim and foggy, lust and hunger showing in them. Without a word, he bent his head to take my lips. He kissed me with an intensity I've never felt from any guy, then he grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me easily onto his hard, well sculpted body, all the while he didn't break off the passionate kiss, not even for a second. I wrapped
{Diane}Hours later after lunch, Harry was done with practice and I was at his place, acting like I actually came to tutor him when the truth is that I am dying to listen to him pour out his whole mind to me....that is if he can really pour out the whole of his mind to me, his fake girlfriend, but I just have to stay to see if he's going to set his mind free or not. "You know I thought we were supposed to submit this one next week?" He pointed to the last homework we just completed. "Yeah, but you know how Mr Rivera is" I replied. "Yeah, I know how Mr Rivera is, he can be an asshole sometimes" He said casually. He just insulted the man!"No, he is not an asshole" I frowned at him "He only changes his mind about homeworks every second" "And that annoys the hell outta me" He muttered, obviously displeased. He grabbed the books we used for today's session and started arranging them on the table placed at the side of the couch. I cleared my throat to get his attention but he didn't
{Diane}"I want you" Have you ever being in a situation where you feel like your breathing suddenly stopped, yet you're alive?Also, have you been in a complex situation where you feel like you're melting from inside out, and you don't know what to do because an attractive guy who happened to be that cold unreal boyfriend you fight with all the time whispered really hot words to you? 'I want you'. The words were in my head, his sultry whispery voice sending sensual electricity to my body. I opened my mouth to let some air in. Harry had said he wants me, or did I mishear that?"Harry....you...you.. " Want me? I could only complete the sentence inwardly. "I want you" He repeated slowly, his deep gaze unfaltering. "I want you....at my place....in my bedroom...." His hooded eyes fell to my opened lips "...so I can gag your plump mouth...." He ran a quick look I could only view as a sexual one, from my face to my chest and my arms, then down to rest of my body. He made me feel very
{Diane}There was something inside me, making me feel like I should've pushed Mason away when he tried to come closer since he's not my boyfriend. But Harry is not my boyfriend either....nothing real is going on between us, yet it feels like I have real things going on with him most of the time. "Hi, D" Harry greeted with no expression on his face. I do not know if he had greeted me with a clean mind or not since his perfectly carved face had that usual blankness that makes it difficult for me to know what he's thinking. "Hi, Harry" I greeted him back, surpised at how my voice went really low. He brought his face foward, bringing it lower quickly and shocked the hairs at the back of my neck with the tender, but lingering kiss he planted on my cheek, around the side of my lips. My mouth fell open in shock like a moron, and my heart almost jumped out at his action. My eyes shut and opened quickly, I was unable to utter a word, not when my heart was still at its irregular beat. I li
{Diane}Mason was being nice to me and I can't just push him away even when sometimes I feel like I shouldn't accept his presence around me. Nelson, my good friend had warned me about Harry getting upset if he sees the way Mason interacts with me but I do not care about that since he made it clear the last time at his house that he doesn't give a fuck about me.But now, Mason is getting too close to me, I mean literally, like physically and I just stared up at him like the idiot that I am, then suddenly, something....I meant someone pulled him back before he could do anything else. "What the fuck, Mason?" It was Harry, his blue were eyes blazing with fury and the hair falling over an eye made him look like a hot, angry model. Mason grinned at him and stood straight afront him. "Harry, what...." "Stay. Away. From. My. Girl" Harry spelt out, every word coming with force and his cold eyes steadily fixed on Mason "Do you understand?" Mason's jaw clenched and Harry grabbed my hand.
{Harry}I didn't mean to speak that way to Diane, but I was frightened when she started talking about me singing, and I hated it that I was frightened after trying for years not to feel that type of emotion. Fear shouldn't be part of my life anymore, but Diane had managed to remind me that no matter what, I would continue to live in that fear...the fear other people don't see or understand. For years, I have tried not to sing to anyone to give comfort or get my own comfort, the last time it happened, well....I decided it wouldn't happen anymore, but with Diane it was different. I should feel pains, and I felt it when I sang to Diane, but I also felt something else. Something different that I can't define. I shouldn't have acted that way around Diane, it's not even her fault that I have ridiculously connected my pains to my singing ability. "You know I think dad just wants to travel round the world with his fiancee, you know?" I heard Henry saying energetically but I wasn't intere