Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.
A strand of her golden hair was falling over her eyelashes, highlighted by black mascara, stealing my attention. Her pupils were so dilated, it looked like she had tar eyes. Her pink lips had no lip gloss left, but they seemed super soft, and I had to confess I was attracted to her. At least then, at that moment, I really wanted to taste her.
With my right hand, I gently removed the lock of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Then I slid my fingers on the edge of her cheek until I reached her chin. My thumb moved slowly to her bottom lip and I grazed it until her lips parted.
Swallowing, I looked away from her only for a second to lift my left hand and put my phone in position for our photo. Melanie did the same. We did not care that someone could see us. It was like we were alone in this crowded club, illuminated by the neon lasers.
When our eyes met again, I could tell that she was eager to try this with me. Her breasts were moving fast up and down, showing her emotions. Suddenly, she made the space between us nonexistent, as her lips crashed into mine.
For a moment I couldn’t see or feel anything else, but Melanie. Her tongue moved with mine, and the fruit from my cocktail made our kiss fresh, masking the scent of hard alcohol. It was hot, she was hot… I felt hot. I felt as attractive as I have never been before. If a popular and beautiful cheerleader like Melanie was kissing me so passionately, then I must have been pretty alluring.
Alluring! Allura… I remembered that I was supposed to take a photo of this.
Opening my eyes, I moved my mobile in a way that my choice of clothes and who I am kissing would be visible, but not my whole face. The lightning flashed my eyes, pulling the blondy from her state. She also made her picture then and we parted. For a while, we were looking at each other intently and with a tiny smile, not sure what to say or do.
I could kiss her again, of the record…
“Whooaa! You guys! How could I miss this!” Ed yelled with his eyes widened, approaching our table.
“Maybe we could repeat it for you.” I teased and his jaw dropped.
“Yeah, we could.” Melanie winked at me and transferred her attention to her mobile to probably send the kissing picture to her ex.
***
Having only a towel around my wet body, I used the remote to turn on the TV and tossed it on the couch before going for my loose T-shirt. I was sleeping in it. It was the most comfortable thing to rest in. While I was rummaging in my wardrobe in the bedroom, I heard a familiar voice on the TV. A chill ran through my skin while I made haste to reach the other room and stare at the screen.
“Yeah, thank you. Thank you. It is a very important matter to me. I can assure you that every capable person who comes to me for this job will be hired.” The voice of the rich prick who almost hit me with his Porsche stated to some journalist.
“That is very thoughtful and generous of you, Mr. Carson. I am sure that many people would be extremely happy to receive your help. Thank you for this interview…” The woman kept talking on the TV.
“What was this all about?” I was standing at a loss in the room, as the commercials started, his snarky face still in my mind.
He was rich, why would I be surprised if he was also famous?
Lifting my shoulders, I ignored what I just saw and went to put on black lace panties and a T-shirt of the same color. I loved to look perfect all the time, no matter if someone will see me. It gave me confidence. After I made my hot chocolate, I grabbed my mug and went to my usual spot on the sofa. Crossing my naked legs under me, I placed my laptop on the coffee table and smiled.
Thinking about how to start my story with Melanie, I inhaled the sweet scent of cocoa. It was among my favorite in the whole world. It reminded me of Christmas. I loved Christmas. It was magical and like everything can happen. I felt loved on this holiday…on this holiday, I had a family.
My parents were archeologists and traveled a lot. I wanted to be like them when I grew up. To go to far away places, discover stuff, and see the world. Then I saw how actually my mother and father are more like coworkers. There were no feelings, no deep kisses, no problems when one of them had to sleep with me when I had a nightmare, and they ended up on the couch somehow. No jealousy, no hidden intimacy, no passion.
My grandparents were like that too, but they were old. I could understand the distance in their relationship. They cared for each other but somehow lived like roommates. So much for the role models for love in my life.
When my parents were out of town for a few days or a week, they left me to my grandparents at their small house in the village. It wasn’t far from the town where we lived, but I still had a lot of problems catching up with my homework, which wasn’t the biggest problem. What damaged me the most was the fact that I felt abandoned, unwanted by my own mother and father. Like I was something in the way to their successful career.
Christmas was the only holiday I had my whole family gathered, and it was perfect. It was the way people celebrated it in the movies. Warm, cozy, loving, a home filled with people and the hint of cocoa and magic in the air.
Pulling myself away from the only happy memory I had of my family, I started tapping on the keyboard. Sometime later, when my mug was already empty and the clock on the TV showed 2 AM, I had my new blog story finished in front of me.
“Hey, my alluring fans! Were you waiting to see if my next ‘Kiss and tell’ story was going to be with the cheerleader you asked for? Yeah, I did it again. Let me tell you every detail of our hot kiss...”
My blog fans needed some time to read it and for most, it was too late, and they were sleeping. That was why I did the same, not expecting what I find when I wake up. After making myself some eggs for breakfast, happy with my newfound success in attracting even the opposite sex, I plopped on the sofa and checked for comments on Melanie’s story.
“Wha-at?!” I dropped the fork on my hardwood floor. “Fuck, no!”
Ignoring the eggs fallen near my bare feet, I leaned towards the screen to read everything carefully, but there was no mistake. Among the many cheering and surprised comments, I saw a photo of a guy who I just couldn’t run away from lately.
“This is the guy I am offering for a month now. Say ‘yes’ already.” No_joker had written, and he attached a photo of the rich prick who was on TV last night, the same one with who I had a fight with in the parking lot of the new Mall.
“Yeah, I saw him talking like he is some kind of God, providing for those who can’t afford health care.” Snooze commented on the picture.
“Let’s give him to her. Can she reach out that high?” An anonymous person had written.
“I wonder how he is in bed. Maybe she could tell me.” Hotty girl had added.
“I agree. Let’s vote!” Evil_mind supported the idea.
“I am going to reread this Melanie story when I go back from work...under the bedsheets.” Horny_Molly commented.
“Jason Carson? Isn’t he like surrounded by bodyguards?” An anonymous blog fan wondered.
“He is perfect! Let’s see if she really can date everyone.” LonelyTree had written.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I kept on reading, but I already knew that kissing a popular cheerleader who is not into girls, was nothing compared to what they wanted me to do now.
I hated this guy, and he was not someone you can meet easily. For sure, because he was famous and rich, he would be guarded behind high walls with cameras and bodyguards who lived in the gym.
Before every date, I did research the person I was challenged to go out with. This time, what I found online brought me more than information. It also gave me relief as I found out why was the rich guy talking on TV the previous night. Apparently, he was big on donations and health care. I replayed a video from the interview he gave. He promised to get many personal helpers for people who can’t afford it. The salaries of those workers would be paid by Jason Carson himself. It was actually very generous of him to help both those in need of care and many jobless people. I tilted my head to one side, inspecting his facial features, as I hit the pause button on his video. He looked like he belonged on the screen with his deep blue irises, staring into my soul. His image could convince anyone in his cause, and I was sure a number of ladies were going to fight for
Taken aback by his harsh tone, I realized that he is a total stranger to me. I met him once, but he acted like a party boy - rich and cocky womanizer type. I thought I figured him out then and there, but the intimidating person in front of me now had nothing to do with the prick with the Porsche.“I had a date arranged.” I corrected, then my mind replayed the word ‘date’, and I added to correct myself. “I called. They said to come for an interview at three.”“I meant that you were not invited to come inside my office.” He cleared it for me and finally walked past me, taking his place behind the desk.“Oh!” I felt embarrassed as I remembered the warning from the brunette, but I was glad to breathe again. “I knocked, actually.”
I was startled by a knock on the fancy wood I was leaning on. When I opened my eyes, I watched Jason retreat to his desk like I was dreaming. I took a few deep breaths while his back was towards me. Then I ironed my green skirt and vest to hide how weak I felt under his attention. He hadn’t even kiss me! Taking his place on his office chair, his lips were slightly lifted at the corners when he spoke in a cool voice “Come in!” The cute brunette who led me to the office popped her head inside. She looked straight at her boss, ignoring everyone and everything and doing only what she came here for. She was so professional, but somehow I hated her right now. “I am so sorry to bother you, Mr. Carson. Mr. William Carson called. He was wondering why you are not answ
The light blue BMW gave me a feeling like I was Cinderella. I was dressed up, and the charming prince was taking me to his ball. Yeah, kind of like a fairy tale. After all, it was all a lie on my part. I was lying to Jason. He was a challenge for me and my blog fans were promising to be very generous if I succeeded in stealing a kiss from the famous guy. Jason parked in front of the most hard-to-get-in club in the town. It was a place for those who do not care if a hundred dollar bill slips out of the pocket of their fashionable attire. I have never been inside this building. None of my dates was ever this big of a deal to be recognized by the bouncers. This time, Jason told me to wait and opened the car door for me to get out. Stepping graciously on my thin heels, I placed my right palm on his outstretched hand. I couldn’t help it, but feel excited about how
As I glanced at my purse, where my phone was, I spotted a man who was staring at us from our table. It caused me to stop dancing and I moved a little from Jason. He saw me stiffen and followed my eyes to the person who watched us. “Oh, Liam came!” My guy stated, and his palms disappeared from the lowest of my back. “Come, let me introduce you two.” Awkwardly, I followed Jason, and facing the rich prick’s back I was unable to hear over the music what he said to the newcomer. When I got a clear view of his brother, I saw him stretching his hand towards me. He seemed like a very bright and easygoing person. His face showed that somehow he cared to meet me. The small glasses, resting on his nose, were giving me the impression that he was a nerd. The way he was dressed showed me that he was neat and did not care much
Raising his hand up, he called a waiter and ordered “His special” for us. I just played along with his whims, in order to get what I wanted. The music was louder now, testing the limits of the fancy music equipment. People were dancing, increasing their number with the approaching night.While I was checking a message from Anna, Jason shamelessly enjoyed the moves of the half-naked pole dancers. For some reason, it bugged me, but I just decided to up my game and make it impossible for him to think of another female while I was there.“Anna, just dump his ass already. Stop pinning over him. If you like, we can talk tomorrow at the bar. I am not alone.” I wrote back to my friend.Stacy and Anna were my dear friends, but I would never tell them abo
Just like that, the magic was gone. I stared at Jason in disbelieve, knowing what this cocky bastard’s answer would be.“Of course, I remember you.” He stated with a faint smile.Making haste, I got up from his lap and moved to sit on my spot on the sofa. I was furious.How dare he act so coldly and rude to me in the interview? First, he almost hit me with his fancy car, then he acted like he never met me. No!“I don’t have to stay here! You dick!” I spat at him, taking my belongings and leaving the club.There was no need to stay around this arrogant, spoiled idiot. I got my photo with him. He could go to hell, for all I cared!S
I knew the other day that I made a mistake by inviting a challenge date to my apartment, but when I realized it, we were already inside. Now he was aware of where I live, and he could come to bug me anytime he wanted.I gaped at Jason with his astonishing smirk and the biggest bouquet I have ever seen, waiting for an answer. Instead of explaining what he was doing at my doorstep, he just pushed the roses closer to me, as I would take them and all will be rainbows and butterflies.Sighing, I rolled my eyes and slammed the door in his face. It felt awesome! Smiling at my actions, I leaned where my peephole was supposed to be and listened. I hoped to hear him swearing or kicking the flowers down the stairs. Nothing like that happened for a minute, and I felt disappointed.“I see the shade of your feet under the d
I gaped at Anna, not sure if I want to scream at her, or hope Jason wasn’t going to be even angrier than before. Maybe he was coming to tell me he was going to sue me for making his name dirty with my lame stories. Another knock on the door made me jump, and I left my warm beverage on the table before I drop it. Stacy and Anna gave me a small smile, both nodding for me to go and open for the rich guy. I sighed and slowly reached the front door of my tiny apartment. My tired, hangover brain couldn’t provide me with the courage to unlock and face the guy I loved. I turned to my friends with a tortured expression. “You can’t know everyone and can’t trust everyone, but sometimes you have to take a leap. Just because you are hoping for the better and are willing to pay the cost if you fail,” Stacy reassured me, and I
I gaped helplessly at him, but reluctantly sat on the sofa across from him. My hands were crossed before me, as it was cold, or someone was going to steal the purse I was pressing to my torso. Noah’s smile returned when I gave him a puzzled look.“To show you how devoted I am to the blog you plan to stop, I will let you go for now,” he stated, making me relieved and mad at the same time. “But you will have only...let’s say to the end of the week. If you do not come to the flower shop with the money by then, be sure on Monday I will be at the Police with a reporter by my side. I know such a piece of juicy news might be worth something too. See how generous I am? I am coming first to you, not media.”I shook my head in disbelief. “How much do you want?” I asked through my teeth.
The rest of the day I spend on the sofa, gazing absentmindedly at the comments on my blog. I searched for Jason’s reaction in the unknown people, but there was no way I could know if any was from him. Probably he just read some of it without leaving a review, as there was nothing mean or hateful written.No matter how low I felt, I just needed to be over with my last challenge, with my paid dates, with my secret personality. I went to my wardrobe, picked a flower dress, brushed my hair, and placed my lipstick. I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight.His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one la
Feeling nauseous, I woke up, but my eyes refused to open. I rolled from left to right, then back. I stayed this way for a few minutes, then my mind was awake enough for me to remember I fell asleep in Jason’s bed.My eyes snapped open to see my so-called boyfriend, holding my mobile. Swallowing the bile in my throat, I greeted him with, “What are you doing to my phone?”Caught off-guard, he stared at me with parted lips. I sat up, letting the expensive silky cover slide from my body, revealing my naked torso. Suddenly shy, I pulled it back and pressed it to my chest with one hand. Then, with the other, I grabbed my mobile from his palm.“What did you see there?” I demanded to know, my blood frozen as I feared he saw my blog.“Do you ha
My heart skipped a beat and my whole body went cold and then hot in a matter of seconds. Swallowing, I grabbed my mobile and my eyes fell on the cream-colored counter.“She is no one,” I said truthfully, knowing such a person does not exist. “A friend showed me this. Nothing important really.”Jason raised his eyebrows at me, hiding his doubt behind his wine mask. It reminded me I had to go and pick one for myself.“Thank you for your hospitality. This place is amazing,” I changed the subject, but the guild from kissing the Chef suffocated me.Without waiting on any response from Jason, I took the drinks for me and Anna, and hastily left the room, escaping on the terrace.“Here, I bro
Alex’s eyes stared at my mobile, and it took me a while to find an answer. I was failing my challenge. Allura was slipping from my grasp, leaving only the messed-up Amy to inhabit my body. The poor Amy, who had fear of commitment and was now in a relationship with Jason. The same Amy, who suffered through the deaths of all her family, and made a promise to herself she would never love and let another person break her heart. “Um, I was checking something,” I responded as convincing as I could. “There is a kid we share a fence with, he is constantly stealing my cat. I put a nanny to watch over it, and make sure Fluffy will stay at home.” Alex just kept on gaping at me, so I leaned toward him, making the screen of my mobile barely radiating any light. “Never mind, give me those tasty lips of yours. Would you, Chef?”
The Chef and the waiter moved nervously at their place, looking around to check how big of a scene I had managed to cause. Part of me was actually having fun with this play, but another was feeling sorry for them.“No, miss! Kindly, lower your voice. I am sure we can settle this,” Alex pleaded, but his eyes were throwing bolts of lightning my way.“I am not paying for this. My father is a renowned food critic. I will let him know what I encountered here,” I almost yelled, making a wide gesture with my hand to show the whole dining area.This time, Alex came closer to me and I could tell he was still angry when he placed his hand on the white cover, resting his weight on the table. “There is no need to do this. Just let me know what it is that you want...miss.”
I felt a lump stuck in my throat. My wishes were different from my actions. My own rules, my own beliefs, were standing in the way of this relationship. I stayed silent for a moment, with my head bent towards my heels. I shivered, feeling the cold on my skin, as the wind waved my hair in slow motion.“I guess... I am,” I sighed and looked up at him.His warmth and his perfume comforted me when he enveloped me in his arms. The tight hug was short, as he moved just a little to let our lips touch in a playful, passionate kiss. I could sense his positive emotions, but my heart couldn’t enjoy this moment fully. I had to figure this out. If I was going to have a boyfriend, my blog had to stop existing. I had to delete it and hide it ever existed. Then, I had to find a job before I run out of money.&ldqu
Jason began hastily moving his hand, and I placed my jacket in my lap in a futile try to hide what was going on. I bent my head in my back seat and closed my eyes. Pressing my bottom lip between my teeth, I had to concentrate to avoid my moans being heard by the people around.When I was almost done and all my body was tightened like a string, he removed his hand.“What are you...?” I began, but then I was at a complete loss when I saw him intentionally throwing his empty juice cup at my feet.Leaning to get it, he took a little too long to kiss my ankle and make a line with his tongue up to my knee. I looked around, but no one really paid attention to us. Swiftly, he dipped his head under my jacket and my skirt and sucked on my pearl for a short moment.