The next morning dawned. Well rested and in a good mood, I took a shower. I didn't apply any make-up afterwards, since I left it entirely to Miguel, my make-up artist. He already knew what suited me and what didn't. Besides, he knew me way too well and wouldn't do anything to make me look like a whore.A smile curled my lips. I was really looking forward to the upcoming shoot. So I put on turquoise pants and a black blouse. I left my hair down, which allowed Miguel to do things. Finally, I put on my black ballet flats. So overall I was pretty good looking, if I had to admit it to myself.I arrived at the agency at twelve o'clock sharp. As always, I greeted all my colleagues with a friendly smile and immediately went into makeup. "How are you, Lia?" my make-up artist asked me, to which I replied: "I'm fine and you?". He was fine too, which made me happy. "Tell me, what do you have planned for me?" I asked about the look Miguel had planned for my shoot.He seemed to have been waiting fo
A few days had passed since I had followed Jakob. It was getting warmer and warmer, no wonder, after all it was the beginning of May and spring was in its full bloom. I looked sadly out of my window. How I missed Jake! I was just waiting to hear from him, but he didn't get back to me.Why should he? After all, I made him understand again and again that he should kindly leave me alone. Of course, this also included deleting my cell phone number or not stalking me anymore. Just how stupid was I to push the man I loved away from me? It was obvious why I did it.Nobody wanted to be seen by the person they loved as just some kind of trophy in their collection. I was no more for Jakob. I wanted to be more. So much more. Probably way too much. He probably didn't have the faintest idea how to treat women.Either way, I couldn't really pass judgment on him. I didn't even know how he had spent the previous years of his life. All I could say for sure was that he felt unloved by Titian and still
Again a few days passed in which I suffered bitterly. Jakob had still not contacted me. It was Friday, May 24th, and although I felt a strong longing for the man, I was able to greet the morning with a smile. The beautiful weather gave me strength for some reason.I whistled softly to myself as I got out of bed and walked to my closet. After a bit of pondering, I finally decided on red skinny jeans and a turquoise top. After that I slipped into my flip flops to check on the post office. Perhaps I shouldn't have done that because there was indeed a letter for me. Unfortunately without a sender, although I could have guessed who the mail came from.Anyway, amazed, I went into the kitchen, where Justin had already prepared breakfast for both of us. "Mhh, that smells good!" I greeted him with a smile and sat down at the table. Jus was passionate about cooking, which was a huge advantage for me. So I wasn't the only one who had to take care of the food.After putting two rolls on my plate,
"The race was really great, wasn't it?" I asked Jakob when we arrived at our apartment. He replied dully: "Oh yes, especially the drivers". Now how did he come up with that? I prefer not to ask. He probably didn't mean it as seriously as he had sounded. why? After all, he was also a fan of Formula 1 and as I found out during the race, he also liked to cheer on Sebastian Vettel."Well, do you have anything else planned or are we already flying back to Germany?" I wanted to know from Jake instead of going into his earlier words. He said, "It's good that you mention that. I definitely have plans to take you to a restaurant tonight. Since I've reserved a table for half past eight and we still have three hours, you can decide what to do with the rest of the time."I thought that was all well and good, but it didn't answer the question of when the return flight would go. Also, something else occurred to me. "Oh, unfortunately I didn't pack anything fancy," I threw into the room, whereupon J
I just couldn't believe it. What was Jacob thinking? What was I thinking? Just because he apologized to me didn't mean he stopped breaking women's hearts en masse. I guess I got really lost in something and that because I loved him.Out of these thoughts, I sobbed out loud and would have liked to slap myself for it. What if Jacob heard me? On the other hand, I could rule that out, because otherwise he would have noticed me a few minutes ago when I had to see him with the women. If only I knew what was going on inside him! That would make so many things easier.Unfortunately, the reality was very different. She was painful to me and only because I fell in love with the biggest asshole on earth. My head knew all too well that the feelings for Jakob were totally pointless, but my heart longed for his closeness. Every fiber of my body wanted this one man and no other.It was also my own fault. I had known from the start what kind of person he was. Even then I should have taken all the nec
As aimless as ever, my shaky legs carried me somewhere. It seemed like a miracle that I hadn't collapsed yet. What was happening around Jakob took me far too much with it. I had no idea how to proceed now. I already missed the heartbreaker so much that it almost took my breath away.Just the thought of him was killing me. Thanks to him I was completely off track. Luckily he didn't know about the disaster he'd put me in for weeks. No, I didn't want to leave this victory over me to him. Losing our stupid bet and crying in front of him was bad enough.The latter was a good cue. My bitter tears, which I shed for Jake all by myself, still wouldn't stop. My vision blurred so quickly that I had to keep wiping it off my face with the backs of my hands. I didn't even want to know how shitty I looked. Thank you Jacob!No wonder I didn't pay attention to my surroundings because of this. Why should I? People probably stared at me in total shock and I didn't really want to see that. You should jus
I walked purposefully to my apartment. Several times I had to wipe away the scalding hot tears that flowed continuously down my face. Hope Justin wasn't there. I just didn't want to talk to anyone, including him. Unfortunately I was disappointed. As soon as I set foot in my own home, the blonde ran towards me. Purely by accident of course.I actually wanted to walk past him anyway, but he gently grabbed my wrist. "Hey," he greeted me, and I just mumbled, "Hello." "Why did you run away from Jakob in the airport and why are you crying?" he asked me. It was clear that he had to squeeze me immediately and I didn't feel like it at all. Actually, I just wanted some peace and quiet, but because I knew that my roommate meant well with me, I answered his questions.We finally made ourselves comfortable in our cozy living room. Jus had been so kind as to get glasses and a bottle of raspberry juice. I thanked him with a hesitant smile, because if I liked something, it was this. "Where should I s
Jacob's point of view!At first I wasn't too thrilled about going to that damn bar. The name Principado alone sounded like a club for women. What am I supposed to do there, besides picking up women?I finally went grumpy, hoping that there might be one or the other hottie I could take home with me. But nothing came of it. I was almost at the entrance when I saw a man stalking a heavily intoxicated woman. Actually, I couldn't care less, but it wasn't just any woman, it was Giulia.Who was this damn guy holding her up and groping her over and over again? I cautiously approached the two only to see that I knew this sleazy guy. If only from seeing and talking at work. Anyway, it dawned on me in seconds what was going on and I was already screaming Giulia's name.She seemed to realize I was calling her, but didn't have the strength to respond. So things were worse for her than it looked. Damn! I could only hear her talking softly, or rather stammering. I rushed over to her, put a headlock