{Diane}As I wore my silky night dress, I contemplated taking the waist beads off me. "Can I touch your waist beads?" I inhaled at that question that had come from him. It was a simple but it did things that are. Not. So. Simple to me. I folded my arms across my chest, vividly remembering how his impressive strong hands felt on my body when he touched my waist beads. Harry's hands were large, warm, moving smartly with that intriguing sensuality like they had their own mind. I groaned, shaking my head with my eyes shut tight. They are just waist beads, why do I have to connect them with my enemy? Why? I took the shiny beads off my waist, kept them safe with a sigh and climbed the bed to sleep, but I couldn't fall right into slumber no matter how hard I tried. I had come home feeling sad and the only person that cared to ask about my well being was Lia, Julia and my dad watched tv and laughed so loud, it was almost like they were mocking me for my inability to be happy like them
{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
{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
{Diane}As I wore my silky night dress, I contemplated taking the waist beads off me. "Can I touch your waist beads?" I inhaled at that question that had come from him. It was a simple but it did things that are. Not. So. Simple to me. I folded my arms across my chest, vividly remembering how his impressive strong hands felt on my body when he touched my waist beads. Harry's hands were large, warm, moving smartly with that intriguing sensuality like they had their own mind. I groaned, shaking my head with my eyes shut tight. They are just waist beads, why do I have to connect them with my enemy? Why? I took the shiny beads off my waist, kept them safe with a sigh and climbed the bed to sleep, but I couldn't fall right into slumber no matter how hard I tried. I had come home feeling sad and the only person that cared to ask about my well being was Lia, Julia and my dad watched tv and laughed so loud, it was almost like they were mocking me for my inability to be happy like them
{Harry}What the hell am I doing? I am kissing Diane's skin. The good question should be; Am I doing the right thing? Hugging someone that hates me this way, and kissing her shoulder all just to comfort her and maybe find my own comfort too. No, I shouldn't be doing this with Diane. It's not good for the both of us, maintaing our strict relationship is what's best for us. I disengaged from the hug, it wasn't easy but I did it and I was glad that her tears had dried up or I would be tempted to pull her in for another hug and maybe kiss her soft, pouty lips. "I think we should go now" I said, grabbing my jacket. She absently bent her lips downwards, head tilted up to stare at me since I was taller than her even when she's wearing her sexy heels. With my jacket in hand, I directed my body to the driver's seat and waited for her to get inside the car. "I'm gonna leave you here if you don't get in" I threatened and at this point it was an empty threat. I wouldn't drive off, leaving
{Diane}Who would have thought I would be hugging Harry Michaelson, the same guy that hates me because I am Diane Pierce, because he thinks I'm a bitch, because he thinks I'm always annoying. As expected, Harry did not hug me back. I sensed his rigidness and was so conscious of his quietness. I was desperate for comfort in any form at the moment but I was being extra careful not to make physical contact with me. I shouldn't be surpised since he's a cold asshole and he's not about to be a good guy now, all I need is for him not to push me away. He didn't push me away, but he surpised me by sluggishly slipping his arm around my waist, gripping me like he wasn't letting go anytime soon. I couldn't believe it at first and froze on his body but when his hands caressed my back, passing the heat of his palms to my skin, I knew it was real. Harry was hugging me. I poured out all my sadness, crying shamelessly on his broad, sturdy chest and breathing in the perfume of his shirt into my se
{Harry}Diane broke the intense eye contact with Dustin and faced me squarely. She looked flustered. "So?" I was still curious about what was going on between them. "Is he like the guy you're in love with or is he the one in love with you?" She swallowed and opened her mouth slowly to speak "Dustin is my ex" I rose my brows at the new information. "Oh" She nodded "Yeah" She whispered, unable to meet my eyes. She pretended to have her mind on her meal, but the way she toyed with it showed that her mental focus was else where. It was probably on Dustin. I really don't know what happened between them, but I can tell it's not good. Diane probably broke up with the guy even when he's still madly in love with her, and I guess they had this big fight right before the breakup. I don't know what really happened, all I can do is guess. Diane grabbed the glass cup on the table and downed the little wine left in it. "Can we leave?" She requested with sad, pleading eyes. "Please?" I sigh
{Diane} It gives me so much joy to get Harry to get the car door opened for me. I've never had to open the door myself whenever I'm being picked up for a date, call it pride or anything, I feel like guys should be kind and gentle and the car opening act is one way to show that gentleness and kindness. As for Harry, I don't think he's ever had to open the car door for a lady. Okay, firstly, he doesn't even use a car. Secondly, he's a total ass. Yeah, he doesn't go around acting friendly, kind and gentle with people, especially the female species. "Diane" He gruntled. I saw that he was already on the driver's seat, his sturdy hands on the driving wheel. "Aren't you forgetting something?" "Nope" I was quick to reply. He just wanted to get back at me for making him open the door for me. He huffed and shook his head. "You think I am like you that forgets how to be human? Or you think I'm ever gonna be...." I paused. He was bringing his body closer to mine, his gaze very cool an
{Harry}The day I met Diane's bad side, I'd thought she was the 'most bitchy person on earth', but I was wrong. I already met someone who snatched that title from her, it was her dad's wife, Julia. She is the most criticising and pretentious bitch I've ever met. For the past few minutes, this bad mouthed woman has been making snarky remarks about Diane and covering up her bitchiness with gentle laughs. It was really exasperating, and why the fuck is Diane not here yet? 4:30pm was the agreement and now.....I checked my rolex for the time and clenched my jaw, it's almost 5pm. "Don't worry, Diane would be out soon" Mr Pierce, Diane's dad assured me. He must have caught me glancing at my wrist watch for the time. "Lia is with her right now, so I bet she's gonna hurry her up" I heard an angry snort from Julia. She obviously holds a huge dislike for the Lia woman Mr Pierce was talking about. "You know how girls are when it comes dressing up" The man joked. My cousin usually takes a who
{Diane}When Harry blurted out the word 'kiss', my throat suddenly went dry. "Harry" I called his name the second. The question was too much for my innocent heart to handle at the moment "A kiss?" I whispered, my heart racing. I needed to be sure the bad boy Harry was requesting a kiss from me. ME. Harry hates me, why would he wanna kiss me? He opened his lips halfway, getting my mental focus pointed there for some seconds. He stared me for so long that I thought he wasn't going to say anything, but he talked. "You said anything" He reminded me calmly, drifting his sultry gaze to my lips. I gulped down the saliva in my mouth. "I didn't think you'd ask for a kiss" I said truthfully, feeling nervous as heat settled inside my stomach, making me recall when I was on his thighs, straddling him, rotating my hips, feeling heated all over while maintaining intense eye contact with him. "I didn't think so too" He mumbled.I slightly creased my brows in puzzlement at his words. "What?"
{Harry}Diane's hair was not in her usual big braids today and frankly I was beginning to miss those neat, big braids but I also like to see her full, brown hair tied up like this, it suits her round face perfectly. For the past one hour, or more than that, it's just been the two of us alone at my place. "Sooooo...." her lips formed a sexy, pouty shape and her hazel eyes were focused on the book she was holding. "Another date" She smiled a little and looked up at my face briefly, then she twisted her plump lips when she saw my expression "Do you ever smile?" Her question still didn't make me smile, instead it made me give a deeper frown. "That's the first question you're going to ask me right after tutoring me, seriously?" "It was a harmless question" She stated, also deepening her frown which set her full mouth to become more pouty "All you could have done was give a yes or no answer" She wrote something on the small sized book with colourful hard cover she was holding and raised
{Diane}I think I'm gonna have a heart attack now."You said one of the Michaelson guys" I uttered in a low voice already on my feet with Nelson sticking to my side. Ricky lifted the corner of his lips "Harry is one of the Michaelson guys, isn't he?" Oh, no.Why would Ricky dare me to give Harry a lap dance? There are other hot guys in this party but he was chosen to get a lap dance from me. Seriously. Harry freaking Michaelson? "SHE..." Harry furrowed his thick black brows and pointed a finger to my face "SHE would be giving me a lap dance?" He raised the question like he was trying to confirm what he heard. Did he think Ricky misspoke? I would be glad if the guy actually made a mistake. "Yes" Ricky answered Harry confidently to show he knew what he was doing. "Diane would be giving you, Harry, a lap dance" No."Or...." Ricky glanced at me with a smirk and returned his eyes back to Harry "Are you scared of what this....hot goddess is capable of doing to you?" Ricky asked Harry,