Taking the first step by the entrance, my eyes immediately shoot up to the welcoming calligraphy full of glittery colors that reads 'Katie's sweets' by the top of the building and I let out a satisfied sigh, along with a brief smile that takes over my facial features.
Redirecting my attention to the entrance, I walk up the narrow stairs and feel my brows crease when I notice that, unlike the last time I was here, the seal on the entrance door has been removed and the lock is hanging loosely by the hook. That makes my frown grow deeper and next thing I'm walking faster to see what's happening on the inside.
The place is dark I would probably trip and fall if it isn't for the provision of midday light illuminating rather dimly into the open space by the extended half-glass walls on the other end of the bakery.
My nose scrunches up a bit when I in
"Surprise?" I say with a small smile on my face as I make my way towards Kyle who stands by the passenger door of his red Porsche, looking all glamorous and clean in a white turtleneck long sleeve and green army pants matched with his huge pair of Dior leather foot destroyers as I like to call them. He pulls himself up and a little smile brushes across his pink plum lips as I close in on him. His eyes are being shaded by the big ray-bans he has on and although he has on a clean haircut, gone is the disturbing piece of white fabric that were guarded around his head about two weeks ago, he didn't trim the front which gives the blowing wind an advantage to dance with his hair. "So," I say stopping directly in front of him. "What's the surprise?" "Me?" He asks, cocking his head to the left a little in the goofy way in whic
"Lexa!" The moment I step past the front door, I haven't even found my way completely inside the house when Caroline ambushes me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "Oh, here goes..." I awkwardly wrap my hands around her back trying not to give out the fact that she's literally restricting me of oxygen. She pulls away slightly then pinches both my cheeks with both of her index and tomb fingers. "How are you feeling tiger?" "Alive." I say baldly and she doesn't seem satisfied with my response. "I have some aspirin in the top shelf if you're in any pain, and I can ask the girls to draw you a hot tub, I'm sure you must be exhu..."
I'd have run us over if Kyle didn't switch gears. How in heaven's name did he expect me! Someone who has never been behind a wheel ever to drive us both safely? We had to pull over somewhere by the roadside and switch. I let him take control of the wheel and I sat there acting all grumpy and shit. Murmuring to him words somewhere along the lines of leaving me to drive and leading us both to our graves. He'd only laughed it off saying something about my friendship with Alice robbing off on me, although he looked terrified. My guy had to stand outside the lonely streets for a good thirty seconds catching his breath and holding his throat in pretense of false suffocation, making those weird constipated faces he's fund of. And he says I'm the dramatic one. Now it's past nine at night, and I'm standing right here in front of my school.... or bet
"Dance with me." Kyle says to me.It's not a question, it's a polite order. I have no objections, I can't even if I wanted to. He has me entirely transfixed and compelled with his touch and the depths of his stare. Just as he circles both his hands around my waist and invades my personal space till we're both sharing the same oxygen, I wrap my tiny arms around his neck and dig my nails into his over grown hair. "Did I forget to tell you that you look delicious?" I say to which he lifts a brow up at me while chewing on his lower lip. "Like I could eat you."The sound of his chuckles causes a minimal grumble in my belly....or maybe it's just in my head. But then he drops his voice in that deep masculine melody of an English accent "can't deny I'd love that."My cheeks hit up at his words, knowing the meaning doesn't represent one of innocence at all. I bury my head on his chest and just let him cocoon me in his embrace while I listen to the the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and we danc
Violet.The corners of my full lips bloom out a vibrant smile of satisfaction as I stare at my petite frame on the long mirror in front of me. Picking every little detail I admire how beautifully the silk violet dress clings to my body from the low cleavage that gave a rather tempting view of my now full and perky breasts to the tight clog at my small waist and down the expanded length of my slender but vividly dangerous curves, and then along the long slit from the top of my thighs and down to my feet adorned with a beautiful silver strap heel.A smirk forms on my lips.I feel sexy.Utterly and undeniably damn snatching!I have to say, Mother Nature truly did a fine job on me over the years. I've become thicker in the busts and thighs but unfortunately my behind has sworn to it's creator that it would never, under any circumstance increase by a swell. I cringe as I turn around examining the size of my bottom in the mirror.Fundging stubborn ingrate!With a little sigh I take a sit at
I'm sitting here imagining all the reasonable things i could be doing with my life right now. I'm questioning myself what possessed me to even agree to sit here and talk with him when i should be at work.Victor is going to lose it if he finds out I'm not there in ten minutes. I tap the heels of my leg continuously waiting for this agonizing torture to end.When is he going to shut up?It's funny how less than five months ago, i used to be this shy clumsy girl who couldn't stare at a person in the eye for more than five seconds, the girl who would never utter a single swear word not to mention plan someone's murder in my mind. Trust me i do that a lot now.I'm trying to distract myself, so i think about many things, different things, meaningless this, all to get my mind off listening to anything he's saying.Like how disresp
Sunday was boring for me. You may call me a pagan, but i really don't always go to church. What do i do?Work. I work is all i do. Very ironic because I'm supposed to be the girl that has it all.The girl with a multi billionaire as a father. The girl who lives in a subtle mansion. But here i am, working weekend morning shifts in a diner and by the fuel station at midday, and pretend to be over twenty by night where i work in a bar with the most dreadful boss ever.My life sucks is an understatement, but who can i blame, i chose it, i chose this.And anyone who knows the truth about me would think I'm stupid. But i have something called integrity, most people think that's just a word only people like Martin Luther King are supposed to use, but that is just a whole spring of bullshit they used to cover their lazy ass.
ANDREW"So how is it going with Lexa? "Brittany asked as she sipped in her glass of wine that i just refilled for her.That's something that had been nagging me for quite a while now. Sitting here at the top of the roof with the sunset view in Chef Molly's, away from work and all the disturbing reports on my company from the media. I just wanted to let go for once and enjoy this moment with her without having to worry about the rest of the world."Not good "i reply honestly. This is going to be really harder than i thought."How are we going to do this then? "she twirls her glass and her fingers giving me that look that I'm all too fond of."I don't know really "my voice sounds almost defeated."I just don't think this is going to work out if you still keep waiting on her. You know she stil