Seven Years Later
~Jake~
Spent and dripping with sweat, the woman beside me snuggled closer to my body. Seductive red-painted fingernails glide along the rigid specs of my chest as she drifts to sleep. Violet is a Victoria secret model that I’ve been spending time in bed with for a month now. She’s pretty, there’s no question about that. A body that would have any man’s attention if she wanted it, but she settled for a no-strings-attached relationship with me.
It’s not her body that draws me to her, it’s not her face but her hair and eyes. The quintessential image of that woman who still holds my heart in chains after seven fucking years.
Violet slept with a smile on her lips like always while I sat up and rubbed my palms over my face,
~Bobbie~“We’re best friends,” Jake answered Jimmy’s question.I told him to use a headset - begged him - but he has other plans. Damon is torturing me by watching this interview on speaker. I closed the door to my room but his speaker was on full volume, as if Jake was speaking just right beside me. I used my headphones and played a very loud Eminem song.It’s not working...‘Best friends.’My bedroom door swung open, and I looked up to Dad from the book I was reading, taking my headphones off.“When are you going to stop giving me a heart attack, Bobbie?” He tried to sound stern, but I knew better. He was stifling a lau
~Jake~ She’ll be here in a few minutes and I’ve never felt more anxious in all my life. Matt, Jack, and I are waiting for her to walk out of the checkout area and my insides are tossing and turning that I wanted to puke. “Jake,” Jack nudged my side while I was leaning on Matt’s car. I was wearing my baseball hat and shades, a disguise to hide my face from the lurking paparazzi. My brother motioned me to look up and there she was, on her white Eminem shirt and faded black shorts, paired with white sneakers. She’s as simple as I remember, but her hair was different. It was on the darker side of burgundy turning brunette curled at the end. Her smile widened when she caught sight of us. I think my heart stopped beating for a
~Jake~Breakfast was torture. All I wanted was to go to the beach and throw Bobbie on my shoulders, take her to a place where we can be alone.Everybody finally decided to head out to the beach an hour later. The girls were ecstatic that Bobbie is around again, while I’m hating the idea that Zach is around. We watched as Bobbie chased the big waves with Lee and Zach. She conquered her fear of deep waters and I can’t be happier for her.She conquered all of her fears, yet she didn’t come back to me.The way we parted might not be a promise of coming back to one another. In fact, it was a goodbye without a promise of the future. Now I’m doubting if she ever wanted to come back to me. Was I wrong to say those words to her seven years ago? I had every
~Bobbie~He’s asking me why I’m avoiding him. Well, I can’t exactly say that I’m afraid we’d ruin what we have. If it’s being friends that will make him stay in my life, I’m willing to settle for it. I can’t tell him that Lee teasing me with that little beast reminded me of how much I miss him. And I can’t tell him not to talk to that blond because I’m close to pulling each strand of her hair from her head for coming so close to him.I glared, meeting his gaze, determined to hide what I’ve been longing to do the moment I saw him at the airport.“Why?” The feel of his hand against my cheeks turned my resolve to puddles, but I had to hold my ground. It’s damn hard when all I want is to kiss him, tell him how much I still love him. But
~Bobbie~ With a straight face and boosted determination, I came to the bunker, intending to do what I must do. I will apologize to Jake. The thought that he might reject me still hangs over my head, but at least I tried. Just like every jump I did these past years, the danger is there, yet it didn’t stop me from going forward. The first year being away from everything I came accustomed to was the hardest, but I fought my way through every obstacle because I’m determined to come back stronger. To be a better version of myself for him. Coming back to him had always been my goal, surviving each excruciating day filled with loneliness. However, it took me longer than I expected. When I was ready to come back, I saw news of him dating some model three years later. He was at the beginning of his football career so I se
~Bobbie~Jake spun on his heels, leaving me gaping at his retreating figure. This cold side of him, increased by the cool breeze of the evening hugging my frame sent shivers down my spine.Gone was the sparkle I saw in his tawny eyes at the airport and the fire when he kissed me in my room. There’s no one to blame but me.As I followed him further to the rooftop, my steps faltered at seeing the firepit in the middle of the space. Basked in the glowing light of the fire, a tent made of cream satin fabric, decorated by warm neon sparkling lights hovering over layers of blanket scattered with pillows. A picnic basket, a bottle of red wine, and two wine glasses surrounded with rose petals made my mouth salivate.God, what do they want to happen between me and Jake here
~Bobbie~Our friends were dead serious about locking Jake and me out here until morning. I don’t mind though. There was enough firewood to keep us warm through the night and there was another set of an actual tent with sleeping bags for our disposal.They prepared a lot of food for us as well. How thoughtful was that? I mentally laughed at their support for our love. There was even a note that said, ‘you two are not allowed inside the house in the morning unless you un-break your break up.’I have no doubt that this was Mel and Candice’s idea. They’re the only ones bold enough to get on my bad side this way. They knew I would never hate them, though.Jake and I got rid of the satin tent and its sparkling romantic lights, put up the tent we w
~Jake~The wedding was beautiful, but my eyes were fixed on Bobbie and not on the groom and bride. She never fails to enchant me with her beauty. She was wearing a simple light blue gown, matching the dress shirt I was wearing, the same theme with the entire entourage. It only differs in the shade.The pleated sleeveless dress, with the keyhole neckline, is teasing me with the little skin she’s flaunting. A part of her cleavage is showing, and I longed to run my fingers and lips over her creamy soft skin while watching her squirm under me.Damn. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. The way my dress pants tightened is proof of that.The ceremony was peaceful and filled with love and happiness for the newlyweds. To make this wedding much more intim
~blurb~ I, Zia Walker, take you, Xavier Luciano, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will honor you all the days of my life. And above all, I vow not to fall for you. ~~ Trapped with the responsibility to my family, fate forced me to marry Xavier Luciano. He was the perfect solution to my problems, but there was only one condition he asked before promising me his ‘I do.’ “Don’t fall for me,” was his unbreakable rule. I laughed at him that day, thinking how easy it is to follow his stupid rule. I’m in love with my ex-fiance, his younger brother Calvin, so what could possibly go wrong? I agreed without hesitation, seeing him as the ticket out of my life’s predicament. Like a raging wave, the realization of my vow’s weight crashed on me.
~Bobbie~ ~Last night~ “I’m Adonis, and I’ll make you happy, Athena.” “Sorry, Bobbie,” Mel muttered beside me. “I can’t do this thing alone.” “It’s your bachelorette party, Mel,” I groaned and shivered when I felt a calloused hand grazing my knee. “You’ll be sorry for this later, Melissa,” I hissed, and again, the hands drew circles on my inner thigh, rising higher and higher. Mel was moaning beside me, and I could hear the girls giggling and laughing gingerly. Those same hands now held both of mine and guided it somewhere in front of me. My hands came against a warm solid skin - very toned skin must be his chest. He guided my hands down to his abs, and he has a good pack, 8 packs I counted. “Oh G
~Bobbie~ The girls were ready to go out, and so were the boys. We walked out of Mel’s room and found them already drinking and fooling around. These men cleaned up well, but my eyes were fixed on Jake, at least when he wasn’t looking at me. He was wearing a simple polo and fitted jeans, and I think they plan to go clubbing as well. “Bobbie,” I stiffened when I heard Jake’s voice so close to me. He sounded as if he already had too much to drink. With his hand gripping my arm, he dragged me to the patio, away from our friends. “What?” I snarled, hauling my arm from his grip. I’m still pissed about seeing him with Elise. My eyes locked with his but the look on his hues rendered me speechless. I was wearing a red cocktail sp
This scene would be an alternate reality if that rooftop episode didn’t happen. ;) ~Bobbie~ I kept punching and kicking until memories of Jake and that blond were out of my head. They look so cozy. “Poor dummy,” Priya’s voice brought me out of trance. I rolled my eyes. “I wish I don’t have feelings like this punching bag.” She takes a seat on the wooden chair while sipping her coffee. I’m in their place outside of town, and I didn’t realize that I’d confined to her. She once made it her life’s mission to make my life miserable, but here we are now. She listened to my story of weakness and stupidity. “You clearly both have feelings for each other. What’s holding you back, Bob
~Jake~ I told myself not to cry. I told myself crying makes me weak, and the fact that my friends teased me that entire day, saying that I was a crybaby, annoyed me to hell. I couldn’t help it. She was damn beautiful that day. I found it hard to believe how lucky I am to be waiting for her at the altar. The moment she entered the church holding Damien’s arm, wearing the dress as white as snow, it made her tanned skin stand out. That day is still vivid in my head. How that strapless gown hugged her upper body down to her waist as the skirt flowed while she walked to where I waited. It’s a magical moment. The images of us together slipped into my head like a fast-forward play of a movie. “Dad!” The sound of little balls of energy running down the stairs of our house pu
~Bobbie~ There are still people who believe in destiny. Some might find it funny and childish. I, for one and for a long time, forgot how much happiness believing in destiny brings. ~~ I remember when I first met Jake. That annoying boy who took amusement in watching me run away from that little beast in Nonna’s garden. It’s payback time. I’ve been suppressing the fit of giggle that wanted to erupt from my tummy just by looking at Jake’s paling cheeks. He’s been chewing on his lips since the plane took off. His glove-covered, slender fingers clutched mine so tight that I could feel my veins losing blood. Dressed in a blue and white freefly jumpsuit, Jake and I sat on the Ces
~Bobbie~“You’re blushing,” Damon commented while we swayed to the tune of Better Together by Jack Johnson.“No,” I denied.My brother, looking gorgeous in his custom-made gray suit and light blue dress shirt, chuckled heartily. My eyes narrowed to slits, gripping his hand tightly as we kept swaying through the song. There was something in his green eyes that gave me chills.“Damon,” I warned, “I know that look.”He brushed my threat off. “What look?”I huffed, “whatever you’re planning, stop it. This is a wedding.”Whenever he’d do something that
~Jake~The wedding was beautiful, but my eyes were fixed on Bobbie and not on the groom and bride. She never fails to enchant me with her beauty. She was wearing a simple light blue gown, matching the dress shirt I was wearing, the same theme with the entire entourage. It only differs in the shade.The pleated sleeveless dress, with the keyhole neckline, is teasing me with the little skin she’s flaunting. A part of her cleavage is showing, and I longed to run my fingers and lips over her creamy soft skin while watching her squirm under me.Damn. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. The way my dress pants tightened is proof of that.The ceremony was peaceful and filled with love and happiness for the newlyweds. To make this wedding much more intim
~Bobbie~Our friends were dead serious about locking Jake and me out here until morning. I don’t mind though. There was enough firewood to keep us warm through the night and there was another set of an actual tent with sleeping bags for our disposal.They prepared a lot of food for us as well. How thoughtful was that? I mentally laughed at their support for our love. There was even a note that said, ‘you two are not allowed inside the house in the morning unless you un-break your break up.’I have no doubt that this was Mel and Candice’s idea. They’re the only ones bold enough to get on my bad side this way. They knew I would never hate them, though.Jake and I got rid of the satin tent and its sparkling romantic lights, put up the tent we w