All Chapters of Never Mine To Begin With : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Who The Heck Are you?“Ryan...Ryan...Ryan...” I yelled the last and he jolted back to reality. Ever since his sister left some hours ago, he's been acting strange. I asked him what's up and he only replied with ‘Still figuring out that part.’ He had been musing for hours, and anytime I needed his attention, I had to call him incessantly like I was calling him now. It was honestly frustrating that something was wrong, but I didn't know what was.“Yeah, sorry, I zoned out for sometime.” He apologized. “Are you okay? What's the problem? You haven't been yourself since your sister left the office.” I said, hoping he would finally fess up to me what was wrong.He rubbed his forehead, a display of exhaustion, “You know what? Can you call my Sister's secretary and ask if my sister is in her office?”“Okay?” I replied, more like a question, than an answer because that still didn't tell me what was wrong. I picked my office phone of the cradle and dialled her office number.The secretary pick

Live Brazenly, Love Loudly “I am sorry about what I said about you and my brother. That is in no way true, I was angry, so I spoke out of turn.” Loraine told me minutes after we settled at the bar. I kept shooting Ryan quick messages if he was okay, but, he wasn't responding to any of them. Maybe, what his sister said got to him, was my initial thought. But, the more I and Ryan got closer, the more I came to the realization that he might not have Sociopathy. The problem then now was, I didn't know what he exactly had that made his display of emotions different from others? I hope I found that out sooner than later, so our relationship could reach its full form with all the chemistry and sparks.“It's okay, honestly. You were angry, so that was a way of venting it all out.” I assured her because one thing about me was I was not one to keep a grudge over petty things.She laughed bitterly and said, “My brother was right though. I am an incredibly stupid person. A god-damned fool who ou

Welcome To Vegas“I want us to come up with pet names for each other. Calling each other by our names is not romantic.” Ryan said as we were waiting for our flight. I convinced Ryan that for our trip, we take a commercial airline, to which he admitted that's it's been years he took commercial flight, so it would be an experience. I packed up that evening, and he packed in the morning and boom, it's afternoon and we are at the airport. So, we were at the airport currently arguing about pet names because Ryan saw it online and the person said it spices up relationships.“Did you perhaps speak to your sister or...” I trailed my sentence, while narrowing my eyes suspiciously at him. He might have discussed with his sister and she gave him the full download of what happened the night she was drunk. Maybe, she was one of those people who often remembered their drunken nights.His brows however furrowed, “We have not spoken since that incident. Except if you count the hands closing eyes emoj

I Want To Spend My Life Learning All About YouA peck on my forehead and I closed my eyes holding on to me. We just finished dancing to Ed Sheeran's Photograph and I just came to the realization that I might have found someone that doesn't make marriage feel so frightening, someone that I want to see in the good days and in the bad days, someone that I want to laugh with, I want to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner with, someone I want to see every waking day, someone who I can call my entirety.That person was Ryan. I have come to love his abilities and inabilities. When he is trying to deduce what one could be feeling and the him now that was still trying to understand his emotions now that it has been discovered that he didn't have Sociopathy. I have come to love the one that would care for me, even if it's inconveniencing for him. Like the time he carried me up the stairs in Zurich just because their elevator was broken. I used to think that in the five love languages, mine was wo

I Must Be CrazyI burst into laughter, placing my ice cream sandwich on the empty space by my side which was already melting in my hands and making it sticky. Of all the jokes that my boyfriend has attempted to make, this was by far the funniest.“Oh, my goodness. That was such a funny joke. You are getting the hang of this emotions thing.” I hit his chest lightly with traces of laughter on my lips and attempted to pick up my ice-cream sandwich again. Vegas must be getting to him for him to play this kind of joke. I heard that being in Vegas often makes one act out of the ordinary. Coupled with the fact that he was still getting a hang of these emotions thing. He must be like a kid at an ice-cream parlour for the first time wanting to try out all the flavors.“I am not joking.” He said. I was about taking a bite of my ice-cream sandwich which half was already melted by the way when his voice stopped me short.“A prank, maybe?” I asked with hopeful eyes in light that though this might