About 15 minutes ago, she arrived at my house, and I was surprised to find myself totally underdressed. She wears an elegant midnight blue dress, while I'm only dressed up in black jeans, blouse and blazer. I thought that a concert for the college orchestra would be nothing fancy, but it turns out that they invited some special guests tonight, so the event is much more formal than I thought. I ponder on the outfit Kyla just chose for me. The black dress is lovely. It's knee-length, exposes my shoulder and accentuates my curve. More importantly, it speaks high class. But isn't it too much? It's not like I'm going to watch a philharmonic orchestra in Vienna's most phenomenal concert hall. I raise my brow at her. "Don't you think it's too much?" "Come on," she growls. "Trust me. You'll look fabulous." I roll my eyes and decide to trust her. Once I get dressed, I look at my reflection in the full-body length mirror, and I'm quite satisfied with the result. "Wow." Kyla whistles. "Look
"It was a wonder you two weren't fucking, with how close you were dancing," Prince bites out, the coldness in his voice sending chills through my body. And the menacing look in his eyes makes me cower and start to regret what I've done. I turn to look at the man who just danced with me. He groans in pain, trying to get up with difficulty. "But as you can see, it was just a dance," I say defiantly, matching his glare as I make my point. I'm surprised that I can still talk back to him. Girl, it might be the effect of the alcohol. "Really?" he asks sarcastically. "Did you enjoy that dance?" His eyes feel like they are piercing through me. "Yes, I did," I say firmly, which is almost true. Despite feeling crushed from the way he ignored me while making out with some girl, that dance was at least something that could make me let out all of my frustrations. Besides, did he forget that he seemed to enjoy his company as well? That hot cheerleader. Perhaps, if he hadn't thrown that steamy
"Drake is going to kill me," Prince deadpans. I agree with him. Drake would surely kill him. Being his best friend all this time, Prince has known where that player put his safety net a.k.a condoms. Perhaps inside one of the drawers in his bedroom. Who would have thought that his own best friend would steal a condom in his bedroom to fuck his sister while he's not around? Oh my God, it starts to sound worse than criminality. Part of me hurts for Drake. It just seems so wrong that we ‘redoing this behind his back. But then, we're just so messed up. None of us is able to hold back anymore. We're too crazy about each other. In my case, admitting that fact has taken quite some time and much stupidity. But now, I finally realize that Prince is actually just as crazy as I am about him. I sit up and watch as Prince unbuckles his belt, starting to take off his pants. He begins to put the condom on, and my mouth hangs open as I see his cock. I've never seen that kind of thing before, so I
I wince as rays of morning sun tickle my eyes. When I open them, the first thing I see is Prince sleeping before me. I'm wrapped around his arms, the blanket covering the lower parts of our body. My gaze darts on his face, and a soft smile tugs at my lips. I stare at his peaceful expression while he's sleeping. He's so beautiful. And so mine, now. Heat crawls on my face at that thought. I still can't believe that last night happened. It was the most wonderful feeling I've ever experienced. Like, right now, my heart still beats twice when I look at him. I must admit, though, that the area between my thighs feels sore. I didn't really feel this kind of pain last night, and I wonder if this is normal. Maybe every girl has a different case when it comes to their first time. Deciding not to wake Prince up just yet, I slowly pull myself away from him and get up from the bed. That's when I see the blood on the sheet. I sigh softly and glance at the clock on my nightstand. 6 AM. I wear my
'Damien?" I call. "Uh, Cheska .. " he falters as I walk closer to the door. Once I open the door wider, I see him in my doorstep, scratching the back of his head as if in trouble. "I was looking for the restroom, but I guess I went into the wrong way," he says. "You almost scared me to death." I sigh, putting my hand on my chest. "The restroom is on the other side, by the way. But you can also find another one at the end of this hallway." I point at the direction I just told him. "Right. Thanks, Ches," he says, but before he can walk off, Prince emerges. 'Hey, is everything okay?" Prince asks me. "I heard your scream just now." "I'm okay," I say, wanting to laugh at myself for being paranoid. "I was just startled." Maybe I've watched too many horror movies. Damien excuses himself and walks away. As always, he avoids eye contact with Prince. I notice that Prince keeps watching Damien's back as the poor guy walks along the hallway. A frown touches Prince lips. "Who's that guy, e
I feel a sudden shortness of breath, and my legs wobble as fear consumes me. My eyes scan the room, trying to find a place to hide. The desk next to the window catches my sight, and I dash toward it before hiding behind it. My hands shaking, I take out my phone from my pocket and dial Prince number. I wait for him to pick up the call, my lips trembling. " Cheska," comes his masculine voice, the sound of loud music in the club and people laughing next to him echoing in the background. "Prince," I stutter. For the first time in my life, I'm experiencing the moment when I find it difficult even just to utter a single word. I'm so frightened. " Hold on a second," he says, and the sound of deep thumping music and laughter in the background start to fade out. I assume that he's walking out of the club, because it must be difficult to hear my voice with all the loudness in there. I know that he's outside when I hear him push through the door. "Prince," I choke in tears. "S-someone ... So
Once the cops are gone, Prince and I enter my bedroom. Hearing that he would stay here with me makes me relieved. I don't think that I'll be able to stay here alone again while the psychopath is still out there, somewhere that's not in jail. I don't know when it starts, but now we're kissing. I circle my arms around his neck while he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. The kiss is soft and slow, making my insides melt, filled with warmth. "Are you feeling better now?" Prince whispers between our kisses. I pull away to look at him, only to find that he's looking at me with worry. His eyes are searching mine, as if trying to figure out what I'm feeling. The kiss leaves me breathless that I can barely speak. Nodding, I rasp, "Yeah." He pulls me into another soft but passionate kiss, which I gladly respond. It doesn't matter whether his kisses are fierce and brutal, or slow and innocent, they always make my knees go weak and my body on fire. The sound of raindrop
My eyes travel around the room now that I'm finally able to take a good look inside Prince apartment. Before me is quite spacious living room, and the rests are the simple but modern kitchen and dining room, styled in a mixture of industrial and contemporary. The apartment only consists of one bedroom. "Wow." I'm already liking the air here. It feels comfy but at the same time energizing. "Did you arrange all of these by yourself?" "With the help of a friend," Prince says, walking behind me as I stroll further inside. "I need a space where my mind can be creative but where I can relax too." I walk toward the glass window, staring at the amazing view of New York. "This must be an incredible sight at night." I gape. Prince lets out a small chuckle before walking off to show me his bedroom, and I follow suit. His bedroom is simple and not that huge but has the same amazing view. He leans against his desk while I continue the tour. Then something on the cabinet catches my attention. T
Today, every step that I make as I walk along the corridor of the hospital feels heavy. I just made a phone call to somewhere far away. Somewhere I will be. Soon. It has been three days after I received the first phone call from them. And I've made up my mind. I halt in front of the room, peeking through the glass on the door. And there inside the room, I see Prince, sitting on the bed. And my throat hurts so much. Tears pool in my eyes. I'm starting to doubt myself again whether I have enough strength to do this. To leave him. Right now. When he's still lying in the hospital. Wounded because of me. And it's very cruel of me that what I'm going to do next will just add more pain to his wounds, making them even worse. I move away from the door and lean back against the wall. I can't do this. But I have to. For myself. For him. For us. Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It hurts so much. It hurts me to the core that I have to leave him. I wish I could spend more time
I can't believe what I see. Is this real? Because if this is all just a dream, I don't want to wake up. Prince tries to move his finger again, but he's still very weak. I stroke his hand, a soft smile touching my lips as tears brim my eyes. "You-you woke up," I whisper. He gazes at me with his intense eyes. "I had a dream," he rasps, his voice just as weak as his stare. "And there, you called me. Many times." I brush my fingers across his cheek. There's a tear in the corner of his eye, and I wipe it away as it escapes. "I've been thinking .. " he pauses, his voice hoarse. "What if you haven't forgiven me? I couldn't just go away, leaving you like that, could I?” My lips tremble, and I choke in tears. He stares at me, his eyes begging. "Cheska," he whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all that I've done to you. I'm sorry that I hurt you." I shake my head. He's begging me like he's dying. He has sacrificed himself to save me to the point that he almost lost his life. But now, here h
I'm driving to my office when I hear my phone ringing on the dashboard. A smile tugs at my lips when I see the caller. Fiona. I press the speaker button, and her voice fills the air. "Morning, Drake." I almost want to bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying the next words, but hell with that, I decide to give myself a chance, ’Morning, beautiful." I know that she won't take this one like the other girls normally would have done. Still, a smirk curves on my lips. " You hit your head or what?" she asks, and I can imagine that she's rolling her eyes. "Easy there, Casanova." I chuckle. What a perfect way to begin my day in the morning. Our banters. Suddenly, all the tension from the morning rush disappears, just from hearing her voice. I like Fiona. Everybody might think that this is bullshit, since I always like girls. When do I not? Even my reputation as a player has already reached Fiona. But what I mean here is that I really like Fiona. I'm definitely taking this slowly and
I can't believe that I let him hold me again when I broke down. I must admit that his being here makes my heart at ease while Damien is on the run. I watch as he sits at the desk in the guest bedroom, opening his laptop, while I prepare my breakfast. I don't know if he already had one or not, but there's nothing wrong with preparing the food for him as well. I hear him talking to a person on the phone about some academic projects. It's too early in the morning to talk about that -- it might be something urgent. Then I remember that he's supposed to start his internship in the oil company -- the one I visited when I brought him the notebook. That time, he told me that it would start in three months after he passed his interview -- which is around this month. Is he postponing the start date? Because of me? My heart sinks as I think again about the circumstances that I'm in. I've been right all along. Our future doesn't work together. Mine will be a hindrance to him. I'll only be a bur
Cheska The thought of Drake purchasing a gun still bothered my mind the entire night, but I decide not to question him again about that. I keep wondering why he suddenly decides to carry it now. We've been living in California for two weeks, and so far, everything is fine. This morning, he leaves for work, as usual. While I'm about to finish blow-drying my hair inside my bathroom, I hear footstep sounds from downstairs. That makes my heart thump hard against my chest. Ever since the incident of Andrew breaking into our house in England, the smallest sound and the slightest movement can make me become a paranoid again. I'm sure that Jake has locked the door, so if it weren't him, who else would enter this house? Slowly, I step out of my room and head downstairs, almost tiptoeing so that I won't make too much sound. My pulse quickens as I finally reach the ground level. When I see the person entering the living room, I yelp in surprise. My eyes widen as I see Prince standing before m
Cheska The moment I close the door behind me, my sobs finally break. I’ve never thought that I would say those words to him, but I had to. We can’t be together anymore. I’ve promised myself that I’m going to forget everything about my painful past, about him. I need to be strong, and I can only be so without him. I’ve planned my future, and he won’t be in the picture. Our future doesn’t work together. Mine will destroy his. Drake leans back against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest, his eyes closed. He has heard everything as well. When he turns to me and walks closer to hug me, I bury my face in his chest and cry my eyes out, hugging him back. I can’t bear the pain anymore. Hurting Prince breaks my own heart, worse than when he broke mine. He came all the way here for me. He waited for days, standing on the street outside. He still waited for me even when the rain had been pouring hard on him. He was crying when he said that he loved me. But then, I just crushed him with m
Cheska As soon as Drake comes back from work, he visits my room. I sigh, closing my laptop. Drake leans back against my door frame, still in his office attire. “ Are you sure, Ches?” he asks me the question once again. I nod. This past week, I've been spending time with my laptop to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And finally, I've found a light, filled with hope for my future. A way to achieve my dreams. "You know, I never thought that something like this would ever happen, but-" he falters, and I give him a hopeful look. A soft smile touches his lips. "As long as it makes you happy, I'm fine with it." Relief washes over me. I thought that he would be reluctant to accept my idea at first, butI always know that he's going to be supportive, as long as it's the best for me. I stand up from the chair, approach him and hug him, making him sigh. "Thank you, Drake. I always know that you're gonna be on my side." When we pull away, I do see the sadness in his eyes. Regrets
Cheska Today is my second day in Italy. It’s early morning, and I’m setting up my new cellphone when Drake emerges in my doorway. He’s talking to someone on the phone before handing it to me, making me wonder who it is. “ It’s your friend Kate,” he says. “ She got my number from Prince.” The mentioning of such name still makes my heart drop. I sigh and take the phone from Drake. “Hello?” Kate’s cries fill my ear as soon as I speak, and she goes frantic. “Oh my God, Ches. Are you okay? How are you doing over there?” A soft smile tugs at my lips. I miss her. It feels like ages since the last time I heard from her. This girl is worrying about me like I’m dying. “I’m okay. Don’t worry.” “God, I never thought that – “ she stops talking and starts sobbing. “If only I’d figured it out earlier.” She’s speaking about Andrew. There’s a guilt in her voice, and I want to tell her that none of this is her fault. Before, neither of us realized that Andrew was such a psychopath. We thought th
Prince Andrew ends up in the hospital. And I end up spending the night at the police station. That bastard is fucking lucky that I didn’t kill him, because before I could do so, three policemen came to stop me. I remember roaring like a mad person when they pulled me away from Andrew, who was already bleeding to death when the emergency response team from the hospital took him with the stretcher. My hands shaking, I look down and bury my face in them. What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn’t be here right now. I should be with her. Cheska. Cheska. Cheska. She’s the only thing in my mind now. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling at the moment. She must be scared, not knowing that to do. She must be broken. Hopeless. Alone. To settle the matters with the police, I’ve called my lawyer, whom I know from a friend I worked with for one of the influential companies I did my project with. He’s good, so I expect that the police can give me some dispensation once they find out that Andrew