It was dark.
That was the very first thing I noticed. And no, I wasn't closing my eyes. My heart pounded like a jackhammer and my chest tightened, making it difficult for me to breathe. My breath ragged as my instincts tell me to be careful. What the fuck is going on? Where the hell am I?
I tried to focus on my senses like I was taught to do. But it didn't give me much hope for the situation. There was nothing to smell. But at least I can feel myself and assure myself that I'm still whole. And the solid ground I'm standing on proves that I'm standing upright. I tried listening. But still, the dark limbo gave me not a single clue. I take a step forward, reaching out my arms into the dark void surrounding me. The foundation clanks from my shoes, showing that it was metal. Holy hell.
Lucas~*~She must have been crying. Or at least she was trying not to.Her eyes were red, yet her cheeks weren’t wet, and she released a fragile gasp when she saw me on the stairs. Why was she fucking crying? She was wearing a white robe and my hood thickens as it wonders if she's wearing anything underneath it. But my thought was still lingering on why the hell she's crying. At one in the damn morning.Her pained look was immediately replaced by a look of confusion and anger."Merda." Shit
You're lying about the only thing that is keeping you sane. Stop being a hypocrite, for once.Lucas' words linger in my mind as I finish the bath which took me only until 2:30 in the morning. I cannot believe Lucas stayed the night. My father isn't the thoughtful man I thought he was. Of course he would invite Lucas. The former was already kissing the latter’s ass, so I’m not even surprised. He would do anything to make Lucas be proud of him. That made me question why he can’t marry Lucas instead. I mean they already have a connection. And they both have so much in common. My father’s a widower, anyway so that wouldn’t be an issue.If he was expecting Lucas to climb into bed with me and cuddle, and get comfortable with our soon-to-be married life, then he’s wrong.I
For the first time in quite a long time, I didn't jolt sweating like a walrus. In fact, I was shivering like a frozen penguin. Holy fuck! The blur of the dream crashes to me again. The horror of it. The fear and weird thought of Lucas and me in bed. Almost naked. But then he had to fucking tie me up and blindfold me like it was supposed tobe kinky. My room was just like how I remembered it; locked door, a lit lamp near my digital clock, which says it's 5 in the morning, and the ajar balcony window, revealing a hint of light from the pre-dawn sky. Down below, the faintest sound of people echoed.I shiver from the remnants of my dream and try to shake off the hideous possibilities of what might happen if I had not woken up. I bring my knees to my chest, hugging them as I warm myself. What on earth is happening to me? Lucas
Lucas~*~The woman just doesn't quit. She's so presumptuous, so full of herself. It showed only she needed to prove something. Confidence looks great in a woman, sure. But cockiness? It was just blatantly annoying. I remembered the way she cried in front of me earlier this morning and I'm completely sure that she had forgotten it since she didn't speak a word about it. That or she was too hungover to recall. And if she did remember, she was very good at hiding it. If I was some ridiculous man child, I would’ve reminded her of it just to make her uneasy.. But I don't roll that way. In fact, there was something painful that tugs at my stomach when I see people in an awkward position. I can find other ways to push her buttons.She stretches at the corner of the ring, waiting impatiently for me to get my as
I screamed as my ass hit the floor. It was not just because of the pain in my behind that seemed to be vibrating through my body, but the bitching ache of humiliation as well. Especially the latter. Holy fuck! My chest tightens when I hit the surface, the oxygen suddenly halts from circulating; my eyes stung from the impact like they were going to pop out of their sockets; and my head spun like it was swirling down into the abyss, worse than it did this morning. My vision suddenly goes blurry.Although my ears were ringing, I heard Lucas’ faint and musculine chuckle. A moment later, hands were gripping me by the upper arm to help me stand, but my head was so heavy that it fell back. Chase. My bloody savior. But standing was an ob
At around three in the afternoon, I realized two things: one, Lucas isn't around the house. Or anywhere in New York. My father said he took a noon flight back to Boston for his parents. My future mother and father-in-law. As much as I was jumping in joy because Lucas wasn't in the house, I couldn't ignore the fact that he might be late and I would be embarrassed standing alone with all the guests and proposing to myself and making up some lame excuses as to why my fiance was MIA; and two, is that I might not finish getting ready by the time the guests start to flood the house. As I sit in front of my bureau, my hair-dresser fixes my hair, ironing it as straight as it could possibly go. The one who does my makeup does as I requested; not too much but make sure the lips stand out. The two manicurists haven't yet arrived and as much as I want to throw a tantrum, I couldn't possibly because Chase hasn't
By five-thirty, I had gotten word from my father that Lucas and his family had just landed in JFK. At least he was in New York already, but I doubt that thirty minutes can suffice Lucas' time to get ready. When I said my thanks to the women who fixed me a few minutes ago, my stomach was turning once again and the dizziness made me sit on my bed for a few minutes before I gathered up the courage to change into my burgundy velvet dress with puffed up sleeves, revealing some skin on the collarbone area. The dress wasn't as spectacular as I would've wanted it. If I didn't have an injured arm, I would've worn the spaghetti strap satin dress I bought from Milan. But since I got to patch things up for the press, I guess this will have to do. I still looked like a bombshell regardless. I picked up a white 5-inches Louboutin ankle strap peep toe heels that went well w
Lucas~*~Harriet was talking to a broad man near the chocolate fountain. That girl could eat the world's chocolate and not gain a single pound. Fortunately, there weren't any in her teeth or her mouth as she threw her head back with laughter. Her lavender spaghetti strap dress with silver lace was hugging her curves like a perfect pair of satin gloves, and despite the fact that she looks stunning, she wears it half an inch above her knee and paired it with the silver Louboutins I got her for her birthday last year. A little too short if you ask me. But I let her be, knowing she can handle herself.I walk toward her as the stranger says something in her ear and she giggles like a schoolgirl. They're standing close to each other—too close. Assuming the man’s good intentions, I know he only wants one thing