My whole body flinched as his lips touched the sensitive part of my skin. I couldn't help but close my eyes tightly."I like how your body reacts to me," he whispered to me.I quickly opened my eyes and cleared my throat before facing Rexon.I didn't even glance at Dawzon who could hear the grin next to me."Cheers, bro," he teased his brother.He leaned in closer to me before tossing a glass to Rexon. I was thankful that Jeff arrived so that I had someone else to focus on."Hi, Larabelle?" He extended his hand to me, which I graciously accepted, and even their drummer, Zack, did the same."I'm glad you made it, we thought you wouldn't be able to come, especially since Dawzon said we should come early. Turns out we're just waiting here," Jeff complained to Dawzon, who still had both arms resting on the armrest while maintaining his seated posture.I quickly shot a look at him and narrowed my eyes upon learning that. If that's the case, it's his fault why I wasn't picked up by Rexon."
The night wind touched my cheeks, drying the tears in my eyes, I stood there, surrounded by a trembling that felt like a drumbeat echoing in my soul. I didn't question where he was taking me; my mind was blank, adrift, until we arrived at a resort where even in the darkness, the beauty of the sea was visible.He opened the car door for me, but I hesitated to step out when he bowed and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you," with a smile. I stared at him as he stepped out, prompting me to follow him into the resort.I thought we would check-in, but instead, we walked along the beach, hand in hand. What secrets lay within the sea? Memories flooded back of our first date, when he had taken me to the beach."What are we doing here?" I couldn't help but ask, breaking the silence. He glanced down at me for a moment before turning his gaze back to the sea. I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was firm. "My foot hurts," I said, as if complaining, but in truth, I was comforted b
The roar of the crowd faded into a muffled hum as I closed my eyes, the weight of the crown I hadn't won settling heavily on my shoulders.It was obvious that Christine would win because of the beauty of her answer. Furthermore, Dawzon's off-topic question may have contributed to me not being chosen as the winner.I didn't linger on Christine's lack of hug and congratulations towards me, as I stepped back after receiving the sash and flowers from the judges.I contented myself with waving to Mom and Dad, who I knew were happy about my win.I turned to the other contestants behind me, while keeping an eye on Christine who was now the center of attention.I bowed my head when Dawzon's name was called to go up on stage, carrying the sash and flowers for Christine.I smiled bitterly as I watched him approach Christine, who immediately embraced him. A kiss on the cheek he gave her sent the audience into a frenzy."Tss... the game is rigged," whispered a candidate, echoing my thoughts."You
The world swam before me as Dawzon's strong grip pulled me away from the pulsating dance floor. My head throbbed, a symphony of dizziness fueled by the potent cocktails and the thumping bass that vibrated through the yacht. I was lost in a haze, my senses dulled by the intoxicating mix of alcohol and the party's electric atmosphere.It felt like the crowd parted before us, creating a path through the throng of dancing bodies. I was a puppet, my movements dictated by his strong hand. I couldn't think clearly, the world a blurry kaleidoscope of flashing lights and swirling figures.He led me to the far end of the yacht, where a solitary cabin stood apart from the revelry. The door swung open with a click, and I was pulled inside.I clutched the blouse I had shed earlier, collapsing onto the chaise lounge. My body trembled, a cocktail of emotions and the lingering effects of the alcohol coursing through me. The icy blast of the air conditioning sent a shiver down my spine, highlighting t
"I pushed him away forcefully," I recalled, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush. I had managed to break free from his grasp, my body trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. I hurried to the cabinet, my hand reaching for the robe, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control."I brought you some dresses. I hope they fit you. Just check them. I'll wait for you outside," I heard him say, his voice a low murmur. I let out a sigh of relief as the door closed, the sound a confirmation that he had left.I leaned against the cabinet door, my head throbbing."This is all your fault, Lara. You let him get close to you again," I muttered, my voice filled with self-recrimination. I smacked myself, the sting of the blow a physical reminder of my stupidity.After a while, I turned to the clothes on the bed. He had left two sets of clothes, a maxi dress, and some underwear. I bit my lip, my gaze lingering on the underwear, a symbol of the vulnerability I had experie
The salty air stung my eyes as I watched Terry and Alex disappear beneath the surface, their laughter echoing through the air. "Whew!" I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of exasperation and fear. I wanted to scold them for their reckless antics, but I was rooted in place, my hand clutching a jagged rock for dear life. The ground beneath me was uneven, a treacherous landscape of submerged rocks and shifting sand. With every wave, the water rose and fell, threatening to pull me under."Lara, are you okay?" Terry's voice, laced with a mischievous undertone, reached my ears."Do I look okay?!" I retorted, my voice sharp with irritation. They both laughed, their amusement a stark contrast to my growing anxiety."You're not going to drown, will I put you in danger?" Terry asked, her laughter echoing through the air. I splashed the water towards them, a futile attempt to express my annoyance. They just laughed harder, their carefree spirit a stark contrast to my growing fear."Haha! Hila
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. "Let's talk!" He said, his voice a mixture of desperation and demand. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his presence."Please, Lara," he pleaded, his voice laced with frustration, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone."What are we going to talk about?" I asked, my voice a mere whisper, my head bowed, my eyes avoiding his."About what happened between us," he said, his hand reaching out to grasp mine, his touch a mixture of strength and tenderness.I remained silent, my body a statue of defiance, my mind a jumbled mess of conflicting emotions."Please, talk to me, Belle," he urged, his voice softer now, a plea for understanding. He moved closer, his gaze intense, his eyes a captivating blue."Look, I'm sorry... I never intended to do that—but," he began, his words a clumsy attempt at explanation.I didn't let him finish. My hand shot out, my palm connecting with his cheek i
The throbbing in my head was a constant reminder of the previous night's events. My throat felt like sandpaper, a testament to the excessive amount of alcohol I had consumed. I stumbled out of bed, my body still heavy with the remnants of the night's debauchery, and headed towards what I thought was my bathroom."Agh!" I yelped, my head colliding with the wall. I was still in the cabin. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. I banged my forehead against the wall a few more times, the pain a welcome distraction from the turmoil within me."Stupid," I whispered, my voice a mix of self-reproach and self-pity."Good morning!" The voice startled me, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my system. I turned to see Rexon standing in the doorway, a tray of breakfast in his hands."Here's your breakfast. The yacht has docked. Eat before you go down," he said, his voice a gentle reminder of the day that was dawning.I couldn't immediately process his wor