All Chapters of DESIRED BY MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Dear Purple," it read."I hope you're fine. Well, I guess that's the least important question you hope to hear right now because it's obvious that you're far from fine. Your days have been, well…, crazy, for it shows in your eyes. Is it because of me? I hope not.I'm writing this so you can stop fretting or being paranoid because although I've been watching you from a distance, the fear in your eyes is giving me the bumps. I know you're oblivious of me, and I hope it remains this way, till, well, the right time to strike.You hurt me purple, in more ways than one. Your betrayal felt like thousands of needles being stuffed down my throat, it felt like a raging fire. I really hope you can turn a new leaf and see me for who I am, love me, appreciate me, and stop being so proud and haughty, for it doesn't suit you.In the meantime, stay safe, stay sound, stay fine, and sleep well, for the bags under your eyes have extended to your cheekbones, and it's really not appealing.Bye my darlin

She stood still, her face completely white. How come Lucas was here all of a sudden with a notice?"Holy shit! Lucas, what are you doing here?"She held him firmly as his body slipped to the floor. He blinked rapidly, and when he looked up, there was disappointment in his eyes."Bun…" he started but failed."Lucas…" she panicked, her heart racing.She looked behind and saw a pool of blood dripping from under him. It made her sick."Oh my God! What in the fuck have I done?""Are you ok…okay?" She cried, patting his shoulders.Lucas opened his mouth to speak but the words failed to form. His back was hurting like thousands of soldier ants were drilling holes in them. The knife had penetrated deep, and he feared he might lose his ability to walk, worst, he feared he might die.He had only come to surprise her, not hurt her, so why did she behave in such a rash manner? And the fuck, she had a fucking guard, so why did she think she could be attacked under a guard's nose?Or was he at fau

"Ah!" Purple groaned, holding her head and sitting up straight. There was a blinding pain in her forehead accompanied by a stomachache.She made to stand up but collapsed to the bed. Her head felt like millions of bees were dancing inside. She rubbed her temples with closed eyes in a bid to recover her strength."Why did I have to drink so much?!" She whined.Yesterday night had been, well, kind of crazy. She had walked into the bar with a high spirit, and for the first time, alcohol had tasted like sugar in her mouth. Dancing had felt so good, so therapeutic, a relief, but Charles had dragged her home against her wish.Her hands reached out to her purse and she grabbed an aspirin together with a glass of water and swallowed, at least to ease the throbbing pain in her temples.It was the weekend, so there was no fuss about going late to work, she could sleep all she wanted, except…Yeah, right, Lucas. She had ignored his text the previous night because she was mad at him. How dare he

"Good evening, Daisy. Can we get a bottle of white wine and two plates of spaghetti with chicken?" Harry said."Alright, sir." The waitress nodded and left.Harry shifted his attention to her."Are you sure you're fine?""Do I look unwell to you?" Purple snapped."You look more than unwell,"She opened her mouth to give a reply, but at that moment, Daisy returned with their order."Here's a tip for you," Harry smiled."Thank you, Sir," Daisy smiled and collected the money."Women are your specialty," Purple smirked, noting the way his sly eyes had devoured Daisy's butts.He laughed. "There's no woman in my life, except you,""Poor me," she said dryly while he uncorked the wine and poured her a glass."This restaurant is classic," she could not help noting."Yeah. I come here from time to time,"He cleared his throat then lifted his glass to a toast."Here's to my apology,""Such a weak toast," she mocked but pressed her glass to his."I'm sorry, Purple, for my lack of understanding an

If looks could kill, then Purple would long be dead from the dagger shooting looks by her boss. Her palms twitched in discomfort as her head hung low. For goodness sake, he should say something other than just staring at her."Why is there no report from you about the shareholders' account?"Purple heaved. Finally, he spoke! "I'm sorry sir, I'll have them delivered to you today,"He searched her face. "Miss Brendon,""Yes, sir,""You were supposed to send in those records yesterday,""So…something came up," she stammered."You allowed whatever it is you're dealing with to affect your job performance?"She bit hard on her lips, searching her brain for a suitable explanation. It was not her fault, but how could she tell him that she had been worried sick about her boyfriend in that she hadn't slept a wink throughout the night, nor could she concentrate on the records.There was no telling him that she had rushed Lucas to the hospital this morning because the abdominal pain had increased