“What the heck, Celine, what are you doing?" Brian groaned, jerking to his feet. He reached for my napkin and started wiping the stain of his shirt and face, frowning. She scoffed. "Are you playing with me right now? Who the hell is she?" She glared at me and I froze. Her face was crumpled together like a tigress ready to devour her prey– me, in this situation.. "That's none of your business. You shouldn't be doing this either." He glared. "Why not? My fiance is whoring around with some slut and I shouldn't do anything about it?" She raised her voice. Slut? I jerked to my feet. "What is going on?" I demanded, frowning. "It's nothing.” He tried to dismiss me. "What is going on?" I demanded, raising my voice a little. "I'll tell you. Brian and I have been engaged for five years." She extended her hand, exposing a huge diamond ring on her ring finger. Something struck my heart and made my body weak. It felt like I was reliving my most bitter memory. My lips quivering, I turned
"Roger? What the hell are you doing here?" "Wow. You look great." He smiled, scanning me from head to toe. If I didn’t know better, I'd have thought he was admiring me."You’re not fooling anyone. What do you want?" I snapped, my hands balling into fists. I knew Emily was in town, but I had totally forgotten that it meant this idiot was in town as well. “I’m here for a while and realized you go to school here.” He smiled, scratching the back of his neck like old days. “I was wondering if you want to grab a drink or something.” “Did you hit your head in an accident? You’ve got some nerves to return after six years and ask for a drink. Are you mad?”“No, Ly baby.” he said and my face scrunched up. The rage that rose in me was beyond words could comprehend. All I could think of was: another minute with him could mean I’d be sentenced to life imprisonment if I took the volume of my fury out on him. “Leave.” Turning to take my leave, he grabbed my hand and scurried to stand in front of
Ten Minutes until ten pm, and I had already fled downstairs. A burst of energy exploded from the depth of my insides, almost like butterflies in my belly. One would think I had just won a million dollar lottery, but no, I was just meeting my professor/mate. I watched the clock (aka, my phone) tick at every second till it was finally 10pm. "Yay! Anytime from now." Grinning, I lifted my head, eager to see that annoyingly pretty face. Brian's eyes, jawline, his damn gorgeous abs… these images playing in my head and my eyes wanted to behold them again. This past week had been filled with texting Brian back to back, and unlike Roger, he was a quick texter. He also texted me first most times, not making me seem like a desperate loser.The clock kept ticking and ticking till the giddiness in me died and was soon replaced with fury. "What the hell? It's 11pm!" I spat, causing a girl walking to the dorm to flinch. One hour, yet he hadn't showed up. No call, no text, nothing! I wanted to st
"You want me to sleepover?" A familiar burst of energy overtook me. "Yes, but it's your choice. I mean, you don't—" "What if that strange attraction happens again?" "We'll deal with it, but i promise it doesn't happen all the time.” He assured me, then a smirk grew on his lips, “except you overfantasize about me." "In your dreams." I rolled my eyes. "I'm starving." "So you'll stay?""Since you insist, yes, I'll stay over." I started walking towards the kitchen and he followed behind him. "Great! I have a spare bedroom perfect for you, then we can watch a movie after?” “Sure, sounds good.” A text popped up on my phone. “Hi, beautiful. This is Blade. I’m so sorry for not texting in such a long time. I lost my contacts, but just retrieved them. Do you wanna grab lunch with me sometime next week?’ The idea of grabbing lunch with another man felt so illegal and nasty. It shouldn't, right? Lifting my head to glance at Brian, he flashed a millisecond smile that made my heart feel
His kiss was gentle, yet stung with passion. It erased every embarrassment from me. As I tasted the flavor of his mouth, sparks corroded my internals and he did a great job in making the moment moderate enough for public view. I wanted to hold him, to explore every inch of his mouth, but he pulled away, clearly to avoid things getting heated. "Let's get going." He smiled and rose up. It re-dawned on me that I was in public and a few people had cast glances at us, and I swear, I wanted to be swallowed into the ground.When we took our leave, my lips still pulsated from his kiss, the sparks not leaving me. Dang, he was a good kisser. We got into his car and I prayed he'd keep the journey silent; he did everything but remain silent. "Your cheeks are red," he teased me over and over again. My mind didn’t stop racing through the effect of his kiss, so my cheeks remained heated. When he didn’t stop teasing me about it, I hid my face. "Where are we going now?" "You'll find out." *** M
Roger's eyes bugged out. "This has to be a lie. Lyric, come on. He can't be your boyfriend."He really thought I was an absolute loser. That made my brows furrow and I stepped forward, maintaining a fierce stance in front of him. "I swear you're pissing me off so bad.""I don’t care.” He had never cared. Turning to Blade, “You. Why are you pretending to be her boyfriend? I know she's too broke to have paid you, so why are you ...." He trailed off, a smirk crawling on his lips. "Oh, her body. I mean, she's gotten hotter so she must be better in bed." "Roger!" Blade walked past me and punched him in the face. It made Roger fall backwards, his hand falling on his nose. "Darn it!" He hissed and lifted his head with blood oozing out of his nose. He held his fingers up to scan the blood and hissed again. "Have you lost it?" "I should be asking you that." I spat, my nose scrunched up. "Six years is enough time for people to change. I'm not the same loser you know, but clearly you're sti
Proud to announce that I had gone two days without responding to Brian. He had called me over a hundred times (no kidding), sent multiple texts, and voice-mails I didn't bother to listen to. I wasn’t going to let another man use me and think he could get away with it. I rolled off my bed and picked my phone up. I had two new text messages. One was from my brother, Tone. 'The mechanic said it might take a while.' Oh yeah, thank goodness, his car had broken down about 10 hours into the journey, so he couldn't arrive here. The joy that filled my soul was beyond comparable. The other message was from Blade: 'Good morning, sunshine. Did you have a goodnight rest?' Blade had been texting me constantly, and while I'll admit that it was a little too much, the annoyance from Brian's situation fueled my passion to respond to him. 'Good morning. I did, indeed.' I replied his text.A notification popped up, showing that I had an email from my student account. Opening it, I read the heading. '
If anyone had told me I’ll be going to Maui for my thanksgiving break, I’d have laughed at and called them stupid. Well, here I was, on a private jet, with my mate, to Maui.“What are you thinking of?” Brain asked, walking toward me.“Uh? Uh?’ I blinked back to reality. He gave a lopsided smile and sat beside me, buckling his seatbelt. “Were you thinking about me?”“In your wildest dreams,” I rolled my eyes. The servers brought our meal and it was cooked and presented like those I had seen in movies of people with high-class. “This is a private jet. Brian, you're rich.," that realization just struck me. "I guess." He shrugged. So many questions flooded my thoughts, like why the heck was someone rich enough to own a private jet working as a professor. I guess that's what this trip is for; I was going to uncover everything about him. By that, I meant both abstract and physical.*** I had expected us to arrive at a luxurious hotel, but even better, it was a beach house; it looked sma