All Chapters of Something On The Inside: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mia "I bought you a dress." Was what Alex had announced, after he had barged into my room that afternoon. Looking as good as the devil. Clad in his usual all black. Black long sleeve shirt, black ripped jeans, black boots. And looked so tall and big in all the right places. He had a large lean body. It seemed that, whenever I clasped my eyes on him, he looked more better than before. Or maybe it was because I was developing feelings for him, that was why I could see him that way. He was holding a white paper bag, and had a flower on his other hand. Looking the absolute opposite of the man I had met two months ago. "A dress, why?" I inquired, getting up from bed and advancing towards him. Why did he buy me a dress? What for exactly?I already had my wardrobe filled with the numerous clothes Kate had bought for me. I wouldn't be nee

Alex "It's about time you get dressed, let's go for the date." I said, half an hour later, when we had disengaged ourselves from the hug. But she was still straddling me. Earlier, she had wanted to move away, but I held her back down, so she couldn't move away. She nodded to what I had said, with a tiny smile playing on her lips. It looked like she had alot going through her mind. Like she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it. "It feels so surreal that you bought a dress for me. And then, you want to take me out. I had never for once in my life, imagined this moment." She blurted out, then blushed a little like a child that had a crush on someone she wasn't supposed to. Something  which I founded absolutely adorable. She was so cute this way. "That's because you've proved

MiaAlex eyes rose in their sockets, when he saw me descending the stairs. His lips parted a little, then closed shut so he could take a gulp. A gulp that made his Adam apple bobbed up.I was glad I had this tiny bit of effect on him. That a reaction came out from him, when he saw me. Something in my head came reminding me about Bolu, but I brushed thoughts of her away. Making up the decision not to let that ruin my mood.Alex was with me and not her, so I was supposed to enjoy every moment we shared together. Call me selfish, but I was already in love with the man. And he had feelings for me as well. He treated me much better than the way he treated her. I felt for her though, but he was clearly not into her. It was me he wanted. Although she had been in his life before me, but it wasn't my fault that he started having feelings for him. She even mentioned the other day that she w

Charles Alex Friedrich Esquire was my supposed rival because he had the woman I wanted.I didn't like him one bit from the stories I had heard about him. I felt pity for him because his mansion which I and my colleagues were in was bombed down by Tunde Ibrahim and his men. It was because of that reporter, right? Because there were rumors that he flew her out of the country, to keep her safe away from Tunde Ibrahim and his men. And last night, or I should say the early hours of this morning, he sent his men to bomb down Alex's house. Other houses in Alex's neighborhood were intact. It was just Alex's house the whole incident took place. His cars, his dogs, every freaking thing was in charred remains. A house that he had spent millions on, just got des

Bolu "Who are you?" The deep masculine voice of a man asked, frightening the shit out of me. I took a hard dry gulp to calm my insides, but it was futile. There was no way I could stop being scared. "It's only me." I stuttered, with my legs shivering and dancing out of nervousness. What was I even doing? Why was I even here? I wasn't supposed to b here at all. But I had been hurt to stupor, so coming where which people would see as wrong, felt right to me in every way. But I had been hurt badly, been hurt the way I had never been hurt before. Something which wanted to make me go insane. Something that had made me reduced myself into my shell. For day, I had had this feeling that I should just crept up in a corner and die. Because I had been hurt in a way no one had hurt me before. "I ask again,