Meredith.The moment they mentioned Nolan, everything came to a halt.I have never known grief like this. It seems that there is always something to whine about. I imagined everything from the very beginning to the end. The tightness in my chest increased, to say the least, even as I sat in this van waiting for her to spill the details.She gave me his picture. I stared at the picture for a while, running my hands through his face. He is the mystery man, Fabian Salvatore. The one that was not really seen was, according to Kayla, He was supposed to be engaged, and yet he was feeling me under his grasp. I wonder if his fiancée was among them too. I would love to know if putting me through all that was worth it. The pain of knowing that I made the most terrible choice to be drunk on the first night of going to a club Everything went wrong from there."I don't see how I can help you." I whispered, still looking at Fabian's picture."We just want to know your experience with him. What exa
MeredithI thought we were going far. I was expected to be blindfolded and taken to another unknown location. The way he hauled me into the car made everything suspicious. There was a little redness in my arms as I snapped out of his grip. This time, I had a clear picture of him; he was indeed a man to swoon over. The way Kayla talked about him,he felt like a god all over Italy. I never understood it until now."I didn't do anything. I quietly said It was a lie, and even I found it difficult to believe. The question was if he believed me. He couldn't just come here if something wasn't wrong; something must have happened that he had to drive here to embarrass me."Do you believe that? He narrowed his eyes at me."Yes, of course. He laughed. His laughter was like music to my ears, but it indeed had a mocking tone to it. "If you brought me here to lock me up, you should just say it.""Mock you, amore? Nah. I came here to get something out of you.""What's that?" "The truth." His lips tw
Meredith"I will believe you just this once. He said this, still staring into my eyes. "If I find out that you are lying to me in any way, It won't be funny anymore; you will be seeing me more often than you realise. Even in your dreams.""Huh? My dreams?" "Yeah, you have no idea the things I can do to you that are going to mess up your mind really badly." He gave me a flirtatious look, holding my gaze as I swallowed. His watercolour eyes traced the lines of my body with a smirk on his face."Do I even want to know?""If you want to, I can show you right now. He drew me close to himself; even with the cool atmosphere in the car, I was still feeling the heat between both of us. I tried to leave his grasps, but I only ended up getting closer, where I could feel his breath close to mine. What have I gotten myself into? I asked myself over and over again as I avoided his gaze. He raised my chin. "What do you say, love?" Should I show you the things I could do with this body of yours?"I
FabianI couldn't stop thinking about her.There was just something in her that was like a magnet, drawing me close every time I had to avoid her as the main conversation in my head. Every attempt was futile because I always thought of the most unique way I would unravel her with my hands as he moaned for me to wreak havoc inside of her. I wanted more than just six metres; I wanted all of her: her wits, her laughter, her eyes on mine, and her slender fingers on my chest. I didn't ask for much.I knew trouble was coming for me when she saw me dealing with that whore called Natasha, who had been getting on my nerves since day one. It's a good thing I wouldn't need to worry about her because I had a very weird way of handling issues. Meredith didn't see that, but with time, she may be comfortable around me. The picture of her sitting close to me was visited again. There was nearly nothing that could take the image from my mind. I had imprinted the best of her into my very soul. As clingy
MeredithFrom the moment Fabian talked about death, I knew I had to get rid of him before he put me in a body bag and sent me to my mom. Then, it seemed impossible because he seemed like the kind of person who runs the country. There was only one kind of person who might have such power: a mafia lord. Although, from the way he was composed, you wouldn't know the kind of things he was capable of until he showed you or told you. I sighed, staring into blank space. I was mortified at how things turned out so quickly. Now, he has insisted that he is interested in me.A man like Fabian Salvatore should not be interested in me. I barely have a life going on for me, and that interest was going to be my ruin somehow. Kayla already had an idea that I was involved with the Salvatores; it was only a matter of time before the whole school knew. It beats me to know what it feels like to be infamous and be acquainted with the Salvatores."I'm so doomed." I muttered to myself, groaning into my pillo
MeredithWe finally got to the party, and as usual, it was lit.There was something different about it. It felt fuller and more crowded than the last time that I was invited. For some reason, I was wary that someone might pull me into their van again to ask me questions about things I shouldn't know about. All of the information I had consumed these past few weeks was beyond my capacity to know, and I wished I was on a need-to-know basis. Yet I have slipped into a place of dark information. It was due to my experience with all of these things that I found these kinds of parties to be my safe place. To drink my sorrows away would make no sense after all I have been through. I took a sip of the bourbon that the bartender gave me.Kayla bumped into me, putting her hands around my shoulder."You have been so absent-minded lately. Are you thinking about the hot billionaire? I choked on my drink, almost spitting it out of my mouth. I became disgusted thinking about everything all over again
MeredithThe scenes from last night kept replaying in my head. The moment I closed my eyes, it felt like I was kissing Damien again. I felt too excited in the trance to know that I was losing touch with reality. I knew that I wanted the previous night to replay itself over and over. I wanted to savour every kiss and, at each turn, the memory of Fabian. It was a bitter memory for me because I was in the middle of both thoughts. I lost track of how I went from tending to Damien's bruises to kissing him. I didn't know what to feel, but I loved the goosebumps I had on me while I thought about him.There was this uncontrollable fear that waved through me. I didn't want to tie Damien into the issue I had with Fabian. I want to be the reason someone is hurt because I know what Fabian is capable of. I just wanted a normal life, and I think Damien was going to give me that.The buzz from my phone snapped me out of all of this thinking. I groaned, rolling over to the other side to grab my iPhon
MeredithI hated that Mom had to call me and scold me. She was absolutely right; I couldn't just move to a new country and leave my best friend out of the picture. Texts and emails don't do the trick; Jayden would want to actually hear from you; it helps him not worry too much. I knew that and still decided to make him worry.I quickly called his number; the call went through, but it took a while before I heard that sweet bounce of his."You finally called.""I know that you are angry. Words cannot begin to describe how sorry I am. I sighed when I heard nothing but his silence. I tried to think of ways to pacify him, but I tried to put myself in his shoes. I realised I would also be pissed if I was neglected by my own best friend. I might even react in the worst way."Jayden?" I called out his name."I'm here, silly. I half smiled. "One phone call would suffice; for heaven's sake, I was worried about you. I was wondering when you would finally call me. It was almost like you were igno