All Chapters of In love with a playboy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When she wakes up, a terrible headache hits her roughly. She closes her eyes when she feels how the sunlight shooting into her pupils. She opens them very slowly again, turning her head to the side to check the clock on her nightstand.“Shit!” she sputters and jumps out of bed.She is grateful that her mother had not woken her up at eight in the morning, as it should have been, and that she let her sleep a little more to recover from the night. However, the weight of conscience is immense. She knows she will be late.“Fuck!” She mumbles and takes off her pajamas in a hurry.She takes a shower in no time and dons a tight-fitting red dress with a dropped-shoulder neckline. The matching skirt reaches a few centimeters below the knees. She bought it last month, only to wear it that day. She nods her head remembering that it was a waste of money. She is completely sure that she will never wear it again. It is not the type of clothi

I stop for a moment and look at the traffic light that changes from green to red, and the light from the pedestrian crossing indicates that I can cross the street. I take a deep breath of air and release it very slowly. In the midst of my passionate outburst, I did not realize that I got off the subway two stations before my destination and therefore I have to walk a few more blocks, and no thanks. In heels I wouldn't even get to the corner. Not without first having caused a sprain. So I decide to take a taxi, to be able to get there quickly. I raise my arm and stop a yellow car that charges me twenty dollars to take me to the place where I was supposed to be two hours ago. Twenty dollars for a ride of just eight minutes? Not because of the distance, but because of the traffic. Anyway, I give it over like someone who is buying a pair of wings. The important thing is to arrive before the graduation ceremony ends.During the short journey I can't help but feel bad for having go

I squint and look at my brother as I scoop some of my chicken noodles to my mouth. I don't like seeing Henry in this state, who despite having in front of him a plate full of ravioli stuffed with meat, his favorite dish, he does not stop moving his fork and turning his food, without even taking a little mouthful. He takes a deep breath and lets out a sharp sigh.“Okay,” I mumble. “You're going to tell me, right now, what the hell is wrong with you?” I cast a quick glance in the direction of the kitchen, where our mother is. We've ordered take-out at Henry's favorite restaurant, but anyway, my mother can't sit still until the kitchen is sparkling clean.“Nothing. I'm fine,” my brother muttered, not bothering to look up at me.“You're not fine or anything like that. I could tell in the way you looked at Chris when you left the auditorium, I also noticed the way he looked at you. Something happens between you. I saw hi

The alarm clock goes off at seven o'clock in the morning, emitting that horrible beep that Harper hates so much. She stretches out her hand and with one blow silences the demon's apparatus. She shuffles between the sheets and grunts. Fuck! Why did you say yes?Is it that that man does not sleeping? Who in their right mind goes jogging on a Saturday morning?“Actually; thousands of people in the world, so get out of bed, lazy.” The little voice of her conscience snaps at her.She grunts again when she manages to sit up on the bed.Fridays and Saturdays are her days off, because from Sunday to Thursday she works tirelessly at the her father’s gas station that, her, Henry and her mother inherited.In the last few months, things have been very hard, and they no longer have the same income as before, so she must manage to work shifts at night and do without another employee, for a job that she can very well do herself.Her mothe

I smile wide when I watch her walk away. I know she's running away. She evades me because she is unable to cope with all the things that I make her feel. Although… I also feel very intense things for her, and I can't understand why she is so fascinated. I have seen many women like her in my life. And no, it's not because she was reluctant to agree to go on a date with me. No, it is not my wounded ego that speaks. It's something more.I can't help but remember every second with her, once she's been away from me. What I felt when I saw her arrive at the observatory was very intense, the way she makes me smile with a simple comment… She has an impressive power over me! These uncontrollable desire to hug her, kiss her, look at her... I never felt them with someone else. At least not in this… recalcitrant way.What has this woman got? I question it, while I lose myself in my musings.Her funny way of singing, infected me with a strange magic