Cursed To Love You

DRASA'S POV“Table 11.” Amelia barely looked at me as she shoved the tray into my hands. “Be quick. And don’t mess up.”I nodded, gripping the tray tighter than necessary. The glassware clinked together, threatening to spill, but I steadied them. This was my first night at the club, and I couldn’t afford a single mistake or I wouldn't get paid or worse…I'd be fired.Talk about overwhelming.As I moved through the dimly lit space that smelt of stale cigarettes, the bass of the music thumped against my skull making my head pound, this was not my type of environment. The air was heavy with the smell of perfume, sweat, and the sickly sweet scent of alcohol. Men lounged in plush booths, their hands lazily draped over the women perched beside them.I kept my head down, determined not to make eye contact.Weaving through the tables, I ignored the occasional brush of a hand against my arm or the way eyes followed me. It wasn’t because of my uniform, it was because of my hair. The silver stra

CASSIAN’S POVThis was not what I had expected when I came into the bathroom to take off my shorts, now damp from a spilled drink.The girl stood frozen. So did I. My lips slightly parted and I didn't know what to think, feel or even say as I stared at her while she did the same.This was the men's bathroom. Why was there a woman in here?Her chest heaved as if she had just run a marathon, her silver hair slightly disheveled, her wide, terrified eyes locked onto mine.For a moment, neither of us moved. Then, I realized.My shorts.Shit.I cursed under my breath and yanked them back up in one swift motion, my expression remaining as impassive as ever despite the flicker of horror and embarrassment that flashed across my features before I masked it again.She blinked rapidly, her gaze darting downward…only for a second…but I caught it.Heat creeping up my cheeks which was foreign, I cleared my throat, crossing my arms. “What the hell are you doing in here?” I asked, looking her over aga

Drasa’s POV Now I have realized that being an elite doesn’t give you the basic intelligence you need to communicate with people.A soft gasp fled my lips as I took a step backward. My eyes raked over his moneyed jacket and jeans that clearly symbolized his status.“You in?” His voice echoed in my skull, and I laughed out, inducing him to scowl a little bit.Yes, good - that’s what I want from him.“No, I’m out,” was all I declared before veering around to walk away, but he was quick enough to double-cross me before I could step further.“Did you just walk out on me?” He seemed surprised like this was the first time someone had walked out on him.“Yes, I’m walking out because I’m not in for your game.”I left without looking back, feeling his eyes follow me.How can he think he could use me like that? Yeah, I might be frantic to find a way to slide off from the elite, but I won’t be irrational enough to fall into his trap.I strode into the class where the first lecture would take pla

Drasa’s POV I thought I was weird, but fuck, he’s a weirdo. I straightened my body from his head, glaring at his handsome face.Oh no! His smiling face.“Thanks for helping me, but I’m not interested in staying close to you,” that’s all I said before turning to walk away.I wanted to run, but my legs felt weak, and my heart still beat faster from the encounter. How could I feel so loose just by resting on his chest?But for real, I had never felt so peaceful in my life. Resting on his chest brought some strange relief to my body, and his cologne had done the perfect job, serving my nostrils the best defense ever.I thought he’d follow me, but I turned to see him still standing in the same spot, his eyes following every one of my moves.I felt so uncomfortable with that gaze, like he was daring me to take another step.Without a second thought, I fastened my step the way I could, heading to my hostel.I got inside my hostel, banging the door closed like he might run after me.I let ou

Author’s POV Amelia got changed after the hectic day at work. Drasa was supposed to help, but she just ran away, leaving only her to handle all the business.She felt frustrated, but she knew Drasa ran away because she felt overwhelmed by everything, and she couldn’t blame her for that.She did scare herself sometimes.She walked to the nearby bus stop where she planned on meeting Elara so she could pay her balance, then she’d send the picture to her.She sat on the bench arranged by the roadside and began editing the picture until she heard a voice behind her, which she thought would be Elara. But when she raised her head, she was met with Sophia, the only person she didn’t want to see for now, but she didn’t seem to care.“How can I help you?” she murmured, her attention still on her screen.“Is that what you’re going to say after ruining my life?” Sophia bit her bottom lip, holding herself back from crying.Amelia seemed frustrated by what she said, and she was forced to stand up,