I shrugged indifferently. "I was only two weeks old, I can't remember them. But the way how aunt Lydia tells me stories about them, I do miss them... sometimes." .......... Flynn VasiliosJill is full of surprises. I can't believe she adopted Milan to save him from the orphanage life. Then again, that's what makes her apart from all the other girls. She's unique, generous, loving. Everything that I always imagined my future wife to be. I thought that she wanted to talk to me about Milan, the city. About the one night stand. I was wrong. She didn't remember it. She didn't remember me. Now I was wondering if it was because of the accident? The accident happened after the one night stand. After I left her, without a note. I was so dumb, because I was well aware that I didn't fuck her, but I made love to her. I thought it was just a ordinary one night stand. One that I would forget after a couple of days. Little did I know she would haunt my dreams from that day on. I couldn't
He does have a point. If he wasn't here I probably wouldn't be able to walk for two weeks."Thanks, but I think it's safe to let me go now." He slowly let me go and now I turned around to get a better look at him. He was still in his suit, I guess he came straight to the party after the meeting. "You came early." "Yeah, the meeting ended early so I decided to show up early to see if you need help." "That's uhm... really considerate of you." I noticed. He nodded. "Yup good thing too, because otherwise you wouldn't be able to walk for two weeks." "Mommy!" I heard behind Flynn. I look over his shoulder and saw Milan in a spiderman costume. "Who bought that for you?" I asked, because I know that he didn't had a spiderman costume. "Flynn did." he grinned as he ran around the backyard. I looked at Flynn in surprise. "How did you know he liked spiderman?" I asked wonderingly. "I just happen to saw spiderman toys on the floor when I dropped you off." Wow, he was really observant.
"You were with her in a goddamn plane, the only reason you didn't bring your PA was because of her and still you didn't had the balls to confess?!" he exclaimed, putting his glass roughly down on the table. "Can you be more careful with my glassware? Those are my mom's." "Don't change the subject. You know that I can't see you like this anymore." His eyes held anger as he was looking at me. "It's time you fucking grow a pair of balls and confess to her. You're hurting yourself by keeping this a secret. Fuck!" "I did confess okay, she was...asleep." I muttered.I hated to be like this. Vulnerable. I was a goddamn business man. Business deals, contracts, name it and I could arrange it. No hesitation. No second thoughts. And then there's her. Everything I do, everything I say around her I have to make sure It will not hurt her feelings. That she will not run away from me. I never cared about anyone's feelings, that's why I got the title womanizer right?But I cared about her feelin
"Do you need my help in something?" I put my file down and sat back on my chair opening my laptop. "Tell me."I looked up at him and his piercing blue eyes were staring straight into my soul, making me uncomfortable."Yeah actually, what do you have planned tomorrow evening?"he asked. "Uhm nothing. Is there a meeting I need to attend tomorrow, because I'm not going. Just send Claire." I was tired, tomorrow is Friday and I was looking forward to spend a night alone watching netflix.He laughed. "Not a meeting, but a date." "Date?" I asked confused. Is that what he came here for? "Yeah, If you want to go on a date with me." he clarified.I stayed silent for awhile as my eyes widened at what he just asked I was shocked. Confused. Tired. Is he alright?"Can I send Claire?" I croaked out still in shock. Once those words left my mouth I immediately regretted it. What kind of dumb answer was that?My mind was probably playing games with me. I didn't had my daily dose of Caffeine an
On my turn I asked her about Milan and Aunt Lydia. They were the only family she had. I can't believe people can be so cruel to abandon their own blood. I would be disgusted by myself if I would ever do that.After we ate our s'mores Jill leaned on me and placed her head on my shoulder. "Thank you." She whispered. "For tonight. I had an amazing time." I played with her hair and inhaled her scent. "Only for you pudding." I murmured and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead.She froze, but then calmed down. I'm pretty sure she thought I would kiss her on her lips.How much I really wanted to do it right now, especially seeing her plump lips in a wicked smile.I can't.Or at least, not yet.But soon.Soon pudding, you will be mine. And I'll tell you the truth. The truth, that I've known you all along.Jill Malik P.O.V"So...How was the date?" The moment I stepped out of my room to have breakfast, Reina started to interrogate me. I ignored her and made myself coffee and a sandwic
"But," he said. He pulled his hands out of his pocket and my eyes widened at what he was holding. A round cut white fire opal gold ring. So goddamn pretty. "This is a promise ring. I swear I didn't meant to fall in love or I thought I wasn't capable of falling in love. But then you appeared and yeah how cliche it may sound, I started wanting everything. Your smile, your jokes, you. Just all of you. I'm not the best, but I promise I'll love you with all my heart. So Jill Pudding Malik, this is my way of stepping out of the friendzone. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"I couldn't hold back my tears. This was all so unrealistic. I thought this only happened in fairy tales. Reina was right. He is the modern version of prince on the white horse. Gentleman in a bugatti.My heart was pounding against my chest and I wiped my tears away. "Of course, oh my god. This is so cute."The things I felt for him right now were indescribable. Butterflies were erupting in my stomach as he slid the ring
"I just want one. Are you still in a meeting?" "Yes, when you send me that text I immediately asked them to stop the meeting, because I thought something was bothering you. You didn't even add emoji's in the text. It sounded so...cold." I chuckled. "I'm sorry. Tell them I apologize for the interruption.""It's okay. Did you saw the rose?"I nodded, but realized Flynn couldn't see me. "Yes." I answered."Good, then I will see you tonight.""Bye Vasilios.""Bye pudding." he said before ending the call.I sighed and went back to read the text and see if it sounded cold as how Flynn mentioned. Reading it five times over and over again I realized what he meant. It sounded serious. Well, atleast I know that I need to re-read my texts before sending them. I looked at my watch and decided it was time to dress up for tonight. It was only five, but knowing me I would stare an hour at the wall while I was slipping my dress on. I walked back inside my room and grabbed my makeup bag out of my s
I shook my head and laughed silently. This family really is something. Flynn took my hand in his and we walked away from all the drama. We walked towards the other side of the room, where the bar was, to get something to drink. "Good evening Flynn and---," A girl with red hair stopped us in our tracks. Her dress clung on her body like a second skin and I felt like I've seen her somewhere else before. I just don't know where."Jill." I said. She nodded her head, but her attention stayed on Flynn. "So how was it?" she asked, a smug expression on her face. She stood one inch taller than me in her killer heels, her breasts were almost popping out of the dress, and her hair was red, wild, and curly. If there was a slutty version of the movie Brave, she could be the main actress."How was what?" Flynn face turned sour the moment he saw her."You know, the one night stand?" she traced the side of his cheek and then laughed. Flynn flinched at her touch. "Goodness, it's so funny.""What are
Because I knew this meant taking another step for Clint and me.A step I felt we’d both been ready for.“You want to rehearse?”I peeked over at Michael. “What?”He snickered. “Rehearse. You know, what you’re going to say to him tonight.”I shrugged. “Nah. I’m good. I usually wing it with stuff like this.”“You’re going to wing it when it comes to telling Clint how you feel for the very first time>”“I mean, I usually wing it with my English speeches and I do just fine with those.”He paused. “You didn’t plan out that speech you gave last year?”I shook my head. “Nope.”“That massive speech you gave on 1984 sort of applying today.”“Are you not hearing me right? Clean out your ears, Michael.”He chuckled. “Holy shit, you’re amazing. You know that?”I smiled. “And I hope that’s one of Clint’s many reactions tonight.”“If it isn’t, I’ll kick his ass for you.”“Michael!”“What? Come on, Rae. I see how happy he makes you. I see how much this boy means to you. And if he doesn't love you o
And I decided she would be. If she knew what was happening right now, she’d be proud. Possibly screaming at me like Cecilia currently was. But she’d be proud after the fact.Not today, Dad. You’re done with this shit today.The only thing I processed was the smell of alcohol. The only thing I felt was my father’s storm unleashing against me. He held so much anger within him. He had such fury in his fists. The only thing I saw were his angry eyes coming at me as I shoved him in his chest, listening as Cecilia screamed in the background.“Stop it! I’m calling the police if you don’t cut it out right now!”Her voice faded away. Fell into the background as I moved and ducked my father. Whatever this storm brewed from, I wasn’t going to be my father’s punching bag any longer. If he wanted a fight, a fight is what he’d get. And I’d make sure to repay him for every fist that ever connected with my face. I’d repay him for every bruise he ever wrung around my neck. I’d repay him for every knee
I felt myself blush. “Okay, yes. We are officially together. So, yeah. We’re going to prom together.”“You still don’t sound too sure of that. Is everything going okay with his recuperation?”I shrugged. “I mean, he’s always struggling with his dad. Which I’m sure is affecting his recuperation efforts. But he’s okay. Far as I can tell.”“I’d like to get his dad in a room for a few minutes.”I scoffed. “Wouldn't we all.”“So, how are the two of you? You know, now that he’s on the mend?”I felt myself blush deeper. “I guess we’re good.”“You guess, huh?”“You’re a dick, you know that?”He chuckled. “Maybe a bit. Can I ask you something, though?”“Of course. I mean, you have to spit it out soon because I only have one more minute, but—”“Do you love him?”The question didn’t catch me as off-guard as I figured it would. In fact, it was easy to answer. I bit down onto the inside of my cheek as I turned to face Michael. And with a nod of my head, I answered his question.“Yeah. I really thi
I stopped for one last breather a couple of blocks away from my house. I watched it looming in the distance, sparkling underneath the harshness of the sun. Sweat dripped down my back as I sighed. I watched the off-colored white glisten against the deep red shutters of the house. During the entirety of my childhood, I remembered that house in three distinct ways. Three different sets of colors that all popped more than the houses around it. Maybe it was the fresh coats of paint put on it every year that kept the house lively. Maybe it was the fact that it was the biggest house on the block. Or, maybe, it was the fact that we had the only house with a wrap-around porch as well as a wrought iron front gate that was barely utilized.Either way, it stood out.I picked up the pace. I went from standing still to walking. To speed walking. To jogging. I burst into a sprint, pumping air through my lungs and feeling them expand into my back. I felt the last pangs from my ribcage fall free, rele
“What? I mean, seriously. Come on. Your dad can’t actually think any of this was your fault. They almost killed you. They were drunk, from what I could gather from that night. They should be rotting away in jail. Or juvie. Or something.”I shrugged. “My father pretty much showed his ass in that office. Said things like I needed to be focusing on school instead of chasing down four guys I’d provoked.”Aly’s jaw dropped open. “What!?”“He also said I’d been a problem child my whole life. Essentially tried to paint me as some bad boy trying to get the one-up on someone before they got the one-up on me. He told the lawyer that he didn’t see those boys pressing assault charges on me when I started the fight. So why should I press attempted murder charges on them simply because they were seeking out revenge like most young boys do?”Mike’s face turned red. “Is it always like this with your father?”I sighed. “I mean, let’s just say I’ve talked a big game in the past with bruises I’ve come t
I snickered. “Which is apparently not very good. I know something’s wrong. Do you want to talk about it?”Clint dropped his bag. “Just—that shit with the lawyer yesterday.”I nodded. “What happened?”He leaned against the brick wall of the school. “Dad’s back in town.”“Oh, no.”“Oh, yeah. I told Cecilia time and time again not to tell Dad about the fucking lawyer. And of course, she didn’t listen. She’s awesome, but she never fucking listens. It’s like she thinks Dad’s actually gonna be this decent-as-fuck person one of these days. Then she gets shocked and hurt and scared when he loses his shit. She’s been married to him for four years! The fuck is she thinking!?”I placed my hands against his chest. “Deep breaths. Come on, take them with me. There we go.”I walked Clint through some even breathing. He was shaking against my hands, and I needed him to settle down. That explained everything. With his father back in town, shit always popped off. I smoothed my hands over his torso, try
I paused. “I’m not sure if that makes me feel any better.”Cecilia butted in. “You have to do something, Clint. They really did a number on you. Even if you simply sue them for the hospital bills or something—”Dad snickered. “Yeah. Pay me back some of that money.”“Howard!”I rolled my eyes. “Please excuse him.”“Did you just excuse me for someone else?”I looked over at my father. “I did. Because you’re acting absolutely insane right now and I’m tired of it.”His eyes lit up with fire as he stood up from his chair. His eyes panned toward the lawyer as he buttoned his suit coat. Cecilia got up quickly and followed him out of the room, trying to talk some sense into him. And as the door closed behind them, I cleared my throat.“I’m really sorry for that.”Omar shook his head. “Not your fault, Mr. Clarke.”I sighed. “So, if I wanted to press charges, what would we do?”“We’d gather evidence and serve each of their families with a formal subpoena. The boys are being held right now, so t
“Uh huh.”“Then, Clint drove off and they followed him. Pursued him, right?”I nodded. “Yep.”“And even though Clint tried shaking them, they kept following him. Until they ran him off the road.”I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”“In my eyes? The only thing Clint has accountability for is getting their focus off you. That was his fault, and it had good intentions. Good motives. Everything else was spurred on by those boys. From pulling up to you guys in the first place to chasing him down, no matter what. To me? The charge should be attempted murder.”And after a brief pause, I nodded.“You make a very good point about that.”Allison scoffed. “There’s no point about it. Drunk or not, those boys knew what they were doing. If they had enough sense to keep in control of that car long enough to be able to ram Clint over the edge of that bridge, then they had enough sense to choose not to.”I grinned. “You sure you don’t want to be a lawyer or something?”She giggled. “Nah. I’m just really good at
But all she did was shrug.“You guys ready to go?”I nodded at Cecilia’s question, then felt her ease us out of the driveway. I wanted to press the questions. I wanted to pull out of her what was wrong. But I didn’t want to do it in front of my stepmother. Rae wasn’t okay, though. And I had a feeling it had something to do with last night.I watched as Rae gazed out the window. She watched the world pass us by as she sank heavier and heavier into the leather seats of the car. She didn’t speak. Not one fucking word. And I desperately wanted to ask her what the hell happened after I left last night. I called Cecilia to come get me around midnight, and D.J. was still there. Her mother and D.J. had still been downstairs, going back and forth at one another. It was like they never stopped. She’d say one thing and he’d clap back. He’d say something wrong and she’d chew him out for it. It made me sick, leaving Rae in that kind of environment last night. I almost had a mind to ask Cecilia if