Lahat ng Kabanata ng The play boy's secret lover: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

When are you going to see her?” My grandfather asks looking at me sitting on his favorite chair in my home office\ library. He looks at me smiling mischievously and then he turns to the fire place longingly. “I’m not going to see her. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I say more to myself but I’m looking at him. He turns to look at me smiling. He has this I don’t believe the crap you’re telling me look on his face. “We should light the fire.” He says out of nowhere, changing the subject. I look at him confused and disappointed. I really need someone to talk to about this before I lose my mind. But I guess he’s not in the mood to listen to my bullshit today. “It’s going to get hot.” I say looking at the fire place. It’s not cold out, the house is cool. But as soon as we light that thing it’s going to be a furnace in here. “I know but it would be so nice to look at.” He says smiling at me like a kid that wants something really bad. And unfortunately I can’t say no to him when he look

“Thank you for joining me for dinner.” Knox says smiling at me from across the table. I look around at the beautiful view. We’re in a private room at the highest level of the tallest restaurant in the city. It’s so breathtaking. “It’s not like you gave me much of a choice.” I say looking at him. I smile back at him because his real smile is infectious. “I like to believe that I gave you a choice.” He says staring at me. His eyes are filled with that mischief he had in university. He’s playing games. “We believe what we want to believe.” I say and that makes him laugh. “You know, I didn’t imagine meeting you again would go down like this.” He says leaning back in his chair getting comfortable. His eyes don’t leave mine; they greedily take me in as he smiles at me. “No? How did you imagine it going down?” I ask taking a sip of my wine. I need to ask the waiter what brand of wine this is. It tastes exquisite, it’s probably one of those insanely expensive and rare bottles. Knox chose

“There is a Mr. Knox here to see you.” The concierge says when I answer the phone. I look at the time on my phone and sigh. Its 8 pm on a Saturday doesn’t he have some rich people thing to go to? Or better yet a wife to be with? Why is he here to bother me? “Let him up.” I say ending the call. I knew letting him drive me home the other night was a bad idea. Now that he knows where I live and he is going to show up randomly whenever he wants. I need to stop this before it goes any further. I don’t want a repeat of our university days that shit wasn’t cute then and it will never be. We’re too grown to be going through all that drama again. I don’t have the patience, time, energy, emotional ability or luxury of having a man show up at my day whenever he wants. I have my sibling’s safety and sanity to think about. I’m going through a process of healing and adjustment. I really don’t need his bullshit right now About a minute later my doorbell rings. I leisurely walk out of my bedroom an

I walk into my bedroom feeling refreshed. The usual tiredness that I used to feel every single day is gone. I feel calmer and so much more settled these days and Melody has everything to do with it. We’ve been hanging out for almost a month now and it’s been a joy. She’s the reprieve I have needed for the last five years of my life. We spend hours talking; laughing and we argue a little. It feels like we’re getting to know each other all over again. Only this time we’re doing it without the pressure of hormones. That’s not to say that there isn’t any sexual tension between us. I still want her; in fact I know I want her more than I ever have. But I know that I can’t have her like that and I made a promise to keep my hands off her. And that’s a promise I intend to keep. She and I have a respect and understating that can only come from maturing and time. Well I can say I’m the one that did the maturing. I didn’t think things through when I was younger. I wanted what I wanted, when I wa

“Hey.” Olive screams running toward the car my sisters and I are in. Knox arranged for us to be picked up from my apartment about 30 minutes ago by one of his staff. I was freaking out the whole drive here because I didn’t know where we’re going and everyone seems so official. This all too serious. The driver was quiet and intimidating. Knox’s assistant spoke to was talking to me like I’m his boss. I didn’t know how to react to that, I tried to let him know that formality is not necessary but I fear I made the situation even more awkward. I’m a little out of my element here, while my sisters are excited by the whole experience of ‘course, they are soaking everything up. They particularly love the fact they are being treated like royalty. Their jaws dropped on the floor when they realized we’re being picked up by a car. And they haven’t stopped smiling since we got into the car. I look at Olive coming closer to us; she has a huge smile on her face with her arms wide open, ready to hu