Jane "I have feelings for you." Alex words played through my head. "What?" "You heard me. I want you so badly Cheska. You are so sexy and beautiful. You're an amazing woman. Prince has everything. He doesn't love you, so we can be together. He doesn't even have to know about us. You are too perfect for Prince" "What type of friend are you?" I asked trying to push him away from me, but he wouldn't budge. "Prince doesn't deserve you. I do! You deserve to be treated like a queen, I can treat you like a queen. I'm not a billionaire, but I can make you happy Cheska! You must have seen the way I looked at you since the first day we met. The way I kept flirting with you. You must have known that I liked you! I know you like me too" He clasp both hands in a begging motion. "Excuse me, I don't like you. Never had and Never will! You're like a rotten mango filled with worms" "No Cheska, stop lying. You like me! I can see it in your eyes." "Oh my God! Those letters I have been getting. Th
Jane I ate one slice of pizza then I went downstairs to get something to drink. To my relief both assholes had left. I poured myself a glass of cranberry juice and headed back to my bedroom. I switch on the tv and started watching the episodes of power, which I had missed out on. I wanted to shoot that dumbass Dre, and behead Tariq so badly! If only I could enter the tv. Just when the show started to get more interesting the doorbell rang. Of course I ignored it, but it kept ringing to my annoyance. I can bet it’s Mrs. Crivelli, or my mother. I got up and marched downstairs. I opened the door, and rolled my eyes. “Not happy to see me?” “Obviously not” “That’s not nice of you Mrs. Crivelli. I’m sure I’m your best friend” Andrew replied laughing. “So, what are you up to?” “Well … I was watching power, but you interrupted me” “That’s a dumb show” he growled. “Don’t make me fight you” I say pointing a finger at him. “That’s the best show out right now.” I closed the door behind me a
Jane Tears ran down my face as I gripped at my hair. As much as I hate Prince I didn’t want this. How can he die like this?! How can the idiot die?! I get it! We all have to die, but not yet Prince. Not yet! “Mrs. Crivelli.” I ignored Andrew. “Mrs. Crivelli. Mrs. Crivelli!” “What?!” I bark. My eyes snapped open. I was covered in sweat from head to toe. My body was shaking in fear. “I’m sorry Mrs. Crivelli, but are you okay?” “I- I- Prince. Dream. I. Dreamt that he died” I wiped my wet eyes, sat up and scratched my now damped scalp. That was the most awful realistic feeling ever. I feel paralyzed. “Your husband will be okay” I nodded my head and stood up. What if this dream actually comes true? No Cheska. Think positive. I took out my phone and dialed his mother’s number again. This time she ended the call. I bite my lips and close my eyes. “Come on asshole pull through. You’re a jackass, but please … pull through.” By this time the press had already heard about the incident and
Axel I couldn’t get what happened out of my head. It was like a nightmare. I had to find out the person that did this to me. I tried contacting Linton but he was unreachable. I feel useless just lying here on the bed not being able to move without the help of Cheska. I’ve never known how tired I was until now. I turned on the television to the news. All they were talking about was my accident. If they could get in my house they would be on my doorstep asking questions. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck my life. Why did this have to happen now? I kept thinking my mother would show up, even though I know she wouldn’t. There was a heavy knock on my door. “Come in” Drake walked in, to my surprise. “Brother in law. How are you feeling?” “Worse than death.” “Well? I hope you recover soon.” “Yes I hope so too. I’m surprised you came here, just as I was surprised to see you at the hospital.” “I’m only here because of my sister” I nod my head. “I want to ask you if you coul
Jane “You need to get some fresh air. You can’t just stay in your room like a house rat.” I said, trying to persuade Prince to go outside. “I’m fine. I don’t need to go outside. My room is comfortable, and enough fresh air is passing through, so please leave.” He said stubbornly. “You can’t just stay in your room without coming out.” “Actually I can and I will. You’re not my mother Cheska. Not even my mother can tell me what to do. As you can see, it has been almost a month since I nearly died and she hasn’t even called” He clenched his jaw and lowered his head. “Just leave Cheska. Please. Just leave” “No. You’re going outside. Even if I have to fight you” He chuckled and looked up at me. “You think you can fight me?” I nod my head confidently. “You seem to forget you can’t walk” his facial expression became serious. I let out a laugh. “You think it’s funny? “Yup! Very funny. You look so helpless …. Well, you are helpless” “It’s not good to make fun of people’s situation Chesk
Few Week Later Axel I jumped out of my sleep. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand, and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every night I close my eyes I see that man standing over me with the gun in his hands, then he pulls the trigger, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m still waiting to wake up from another nightmare. I can’t get it out of my head. I need a drink. That would help, but Cheska refuses to give me my vodka, or at least whiskey. Something to get my mind off all this. She claims medications and alcohol doesn’t go well together, but I doubt she knows what she’s talking about. There’s no use even arguing with her, she’s the most stubborn person, other than myself, that I’ve ever met. Although I don’t admit it to her, I’m more than grateful that she took the time out to help me despite everything I have done. I can’t bring myself to thank her to her face. I want to, but it’s so hard. How do I tell her
Unknown I paced the room with my fist tightly clenched. I’m losing my mind! Cheska is causing me to lose my mind! Why does she have to be so damn sexy, and I can’t even get her! I should just kidnap her and hold her hostage. She knows well that I love her, more than Prince ever will. Yet she fails to see that. How can she be so blind when everything is right in front of her. Prince doesn’t deserve such a good woman. I would have treated her like a Queen. Make her happy always. I stopped and looked at the monitor screen. There she was massaging his shoulder like he’s a King. She should be doing that to me. Her hands should be all over my body. Her tongue over my abs. Her breast in my mouth, running her pussy on the back of my tongue. I bite my lips. I love her. I love her so much. I could feel my dick getting hard. The things I would do to that ass. I have to get her. Axel Only God knows how many times I opened my mouth to insult Cheska, but then I remembered I was supposed to be ni
Jane The truth doesn't cost you anything, but the lie costs you everything! That's what they say, but in my case, both can cost me everything. Both will destroy my life, so whoever made that statement, didn't think twice. Lies kill relationships, but the truth will kill mine too. Maybe I'm making a stupid decision, of course I'm making a stupid decision, like I always do ,, but sometimes stupid decisions saves live-I think. I feel like a selfish brat, but I am afraid of the consequences of opening my big mouth. Sometimes it's better to remain silent, even if it's eating you up inside. Who knows how he would react if I tell him, yo, your mom set everything up. You didn't kill that guy or fucked that girl. It was all your crazy mom's doing. What proof do I have? None! I would look like a pathetic liar, trying to get between a mother and son. I have to keep this to myself, until he trusts me more. If he trusts me more. For now, my lips are sealed. I wined down the window to embrace the
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