Jane I gently massaged Prince head with lavender oil to relieve the migraine he was having. He just laid there with his eyes closed like a little baby calm as ever. It was as if he was enjoying it. I think his head should hurt him more often, he is really cute when he is this quiet. Each time I think about how he used to rip my head off I cringe. It was toxic and detestable, and I nearly lost my life for this. But right now, that is the past, and I am happy with this punk right now. I'm not sure what our future holds- "Do you think Henry is attractive?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows at the question as I made my brain slowly process it. What type of foolish question is this? Why would he ask me this all of a sudden? That is a weird thing to ask your wife. Nobody in their right mind wants to know if the person they are in a relationship with finds their friends attractive. Even if it crosses their mind, it's not something they want to talk to their part
Jane "Thank you for assisting me with cleaning this room Hannah," I remarked as she picked up her cleaning utensils from the floor. "You're most welcome Cheska. If there is anything you need, I'll be in the kitchen" she gave me a warm smile before walking off. I was happy that she was now accustomed to calling me Cheska instead of Mrs. Crivelli, it was very weird for her to call me that when she is much older than I am. "I will go and prepare a warm meal for you" We had spent two hours dusting and rearranging to Kate’s likeness so that she would feel more at home. I was still traumatized by that lizard that jumped from the closet onto my head. According to Hannah, it means that I am pregnant, but we both knew it was highly impossible, so we just laughed it off. The room was smaller than the other rooms I had been in, but it was comfortable and beautiful. The floor was fully carpeted with a fluffy, soft black mat that matched Kate’s personality. The queen-sized bed was covered with
I've never been in love. I've never felt attracted to anyone the way I feel attracted to Cheska, and it is eating me alive because I want her for myself. I want to feel her touch, her hug, I want her lips against mine ... but Prince has that all to himself, and I hate it! Because she deserves a man who treats her with love and respect. That man is me, and the universe is taking too long to see that. The minute I laid eyes on her, you could call it love at first sight. I knew she should be mine. But how do I make her see that? How do I make her see that we would make an amazing couple? Kinda like Bonnie and Clyde. I don't want her viewing me as a psychopath when I'm just in love with her. I ran my hands through my hair, before pulling at it. I bit down on my lips until I felt pain. My anxiety is killing me because I can't even go to sleep without thinking about her. How close I want her to me. I want to make love to her, on the sofa, the floor, in the tub ... everywhere. Never have
Cheska I bent over with both hands on my knee, panting breathlessly as I looked up at Kate. She stood akimbo looking at me with pity in her eyes. I could tell she was judging me for giving up on those squats so quickly. But who can do a hundred squats and it doesn’t have you feeling like from your waist down was about to fall off? I couldn’t even do ten properly! I felt as if I had done a long-distance race from exercising in the yard since six this morning. It was now an hour later and I am in need of a burger and some fries to motivate me to exercise the next day. I should text Prince and beg him to purchase one, or two for me. It was unbelievable that Kate had been in a coma and still fitter than me. I was literally dying from exhaustion and body aches. “You really are an embarrassment to fit people.” She criticized. I’m sure there are hundreds of people who will side with me, that exercising is just not meant for us! Unhealthy is just the way to go. “It has been a while sinc
Cheska I pushed Prince away from me and looked away in order to avoid his stare. We both panted breathlessly as we were captivated by each other’s stare. The only thing that was on my mind, was kissing him, and it wasn’t like our wedding night kiss, or when he kissed me at the hospital just for publicity. This kiss was different. It was deep. Sexy. Mind-blowing. It’s like having a kiss with the guy you completely adore. At that moment it’s just the two of you, the world stops, and the butterflies in your stomach that have been holding on, let’s go and flies around with excitement. My heart was beating rapidly, and my legs shook. What was that?” I asked, breaking the intense silence. “A Kiss!” “I know, but why did you kiss me?” “You kissed me back, what’s the problem?” “We shouldn’t have.” He frowned and stepped forward. I shifted to the side, making sure there was a good distance between us. I felt relieved when he decided not to follow. His perfectly laid-back hair was now
Cheska Love. True love. What is that really? How do I know when I am in love? How do I know that the way my heartstrings are pulling at each other is true love? It could just be my anxiety eating at me and I wish I could just switch off the way I am feeling right now. This feeling is disturbing me, and I cannot stand it. Scientists should have invented a way to turn certain feelings off completely because feeling like this when you do not want to is not healthy at all. We should all have a choice on the way we feel because this is insanity. I am nervous and avoiding him makes absolutely no sense. Because I keep checking on his last seen, his profile pictures, and his status updates despite muting him, wishing he would send me a text, even though we are in the same house. But I am foolish for doing that because he used to come and knock on my door and I pretended to be asleep, now he has stopped, and it is eating me alive! It has been a week of me avoiding him and it is driving me c
Prince Alex stared at me from across the room, with disbelief in his eyes, after I told him about the kisses Cheska, and I shared. Of course, I expected him to not believe me. I am surprised at the turn of events because I swore I would hate her forever. But sometimes things just do not go as you had planned. I was once told that when love comes there is absolutely nothing that you can do to stop it. You can fight it, but how long before it overtakes your body, leaving you yearning for more? And suddenly. She is all you can think about. Her kisses, her touch, her body, her love. Everything about her becomes so beautiful. Especially that laughter. I am in love with her, and I did not even notice how fast I was falling for her until one day I just felt empty without her around. Last night, that kiss we shared was everything, and this was the first time kissing someone where I did not urge to have them in my bed. Because this time, it was not about sex, it was pure love. Passion. As I
Cheska I could not help the smile that was plastered on my face when Prince kissed me goodbye. My cheeks immediately turned red, and my lips begged for more. I would spend the entire day with our lips intertwined and cuddling in bed, laying against his hard chest, and inhaling his cologne. "I'll text you when I get to work sweetheart." "Okay, see you later!" I said, twirling my hair around my fingers. For the past few weeks, our relationship has been amazing. The cuddles, the kisses, it was everything I had imagined. Hannah has been overly excited about everything, and she kept reminding me that she predicted that we would be together. Thinking about where we are coming from, and all we have been through has been so cringing to think about, I had to mentally block it from my brain each time I thought about it. "Y'all not planning on fucking?" Kate asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Seriously? You can't ask me that?" I muttered. "Fine!" She said, throwing her hands up. "I forgot
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
Prince I open my eyes, only to find an unfamiliar ceiling. My vision is still quite blurry, but then, it becomes better. My head pulses with pain, but it’s so much better than what I felt before. Abruptly, I sit up and find that I’m sitting on a bed that’s not mine. What the hell has happened to me? I snap my head around and find Jake standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. “Shit,” I involuntary curse. “You passed out,” he says, as if it can’t be any clearer. “When I still saw you again this morning, I thought you were crazy. You looked like shit.” “How could--” “Cheska,” Jake answers before I can finish my question. “You’re lucky. She found you, brought you inside and treated you.” I freeze for a while before a sigh leaves my mouth. So, it’s not a dream. It’s really her. I thought that I was hallucinating. Damn. I even thought that I’d died and entered heaven. Cheska stayed here, by my side. She saved me. I suddenly feel so stupid for not waking up at that ti
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
Prince It’s been three days since I arrived in California, and the first thing I do once I get up this morning is to visit Drake’s house again. I look up to the same window, only to find that the curtain is still shut. Drake steps out of the house to go to work again, but this time when he looks at me, he just sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. He gets into his car and drives. Clenching my fist on my sides, I call her again, “Cheska!” But still, there’s no response. I find myself standing alone on the street again, but my yearning to see her doesn’t change. In fact, it becomes even stronger. I will wait, Cheska. I will. I will still be here. The afternoon passes by, and now, the sky has become dark. Earlier, I was away just to grab some lunch, and now, I’m still standing in the same spot, in front of this house. I turn my head when I notice Drake’s car pulling in. And the first thing he does after he comes back from work is scrutinizing me. He shakes his head again before wal
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 Later in the afternoon, Fiona and I finally finish settling all my belongings in place. It's time for her to get back to her apartment, and I can sense that Jake's mood darkens once he knows that she's going to leave soon. Too bad for him, Fiona doesn't seem to consider another option. There's this mystery about Fiona that makes me understand why Jake is drawn to her. It's like she's doing this push-and-pull thing with my brother, which rarely happens because girls usually fall hard and fast when it comes to him. There's definitely so much more than meets the eye between them. When he sends her off at the front door, Drake says, "Thanks, Fiona. Couldn't have done it without your help." "No problem, Drake." Fiona smiles, and haven't I told you before how breathtaking her smile is? It's the kind of smile that belongs to the supermodel Barbara Palvin. So pretty. "Bye, Cheska." She waves her hand at me, and I wave back. Drake looks like he wants to give her a goodbye kiss, but
Cheska Today is my second day in California. 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 thoug
Cheska The ride to California has been tremendously long. Of course, we move halfway across the country. But finally, we’re here. Drake pulls in when we reach his place. I get out of the car and look up at the house standing before me, the ray of morning sun upon me eyes making me wince as I block it with my hand. So, this is the house that Jake has rent for him to live in California. It’s a mid-sized traditional brick grey townhouse with a gable roof, and it has two storeys. It looks really nice. Drake steps up toward the entrance door and opens it for me. “Welcome to my house.” He smirks. I gape as I step inside. The interior looks more contemporary compared to the exterior. The house is filled with neutral colors and clean design lines, but there are some bold accent colors on some pieces of furniture. It looks super comfortable, and my body absolutely gives in after long hours of journey. I feel like I can just sink into one of the couches and sleep there. “Good to know that
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