LOGIN~~Hazel~~“So have you told him?” Melanie asked, glancing toward the kitchen where Jason is.I shake my head. “No,” I let out. “Hopefully never,”Lanie’s brows lifts. “You can't hide a pregnancy. You'll soon start showing, what then?”I face palmed, groaning into my hands. “I know,” I mused. “God, this is more difficult than I thought.”“It's Jason, Hazel.” she says and trail. “He will understand just like everyone of us.”Jason turns his head.“Do you need a juice?” He asks, lifting a glass.I smile. “No,” I answer. “I have something else for Lanie,”“All right,” he lets out.I stand and head to the cupboard, pulling out the bottle of a wine.Lanie turns to me, whispering. “You can't be taking alcohol. It's not good for the baby.”I lower my voice. “I didn't buy it,” I say. “My neighbor did. He brought it this morning.”“You have a new neighbor?”I nod. “One that's rather too eager to talk to me,”I uncork the wine, reaching for a glass.“That's an expensive looking wine,” Melanie ob
~~Melanie~~I inhaled the scent of the man leaning toward me.Sebastian.He's close, too close, eyes pinned on me.And for some reason I don't shrink. I don't stop him.It feels…good to be wanted.To be designed.His finger brush against my chin, lifting my face to meet his.“I want to kiss you, Melanie.” his hot raspy voice whispered shooting straight to my core.Something about his tone ignites a fire within me. His eyes, his voice…the way his body pins me in place — it consumes me.I want him.I do, and it's driving me nuts.His eyes search mine, waiting.My lips part. “When have I ever stopped you?”The words barely leave my lips before he crashes his mouth onto mine.His kiss is hungry, desperate — brutal.I open my mouth to let him in.He doesn't ease in. He devours. Like he's been starving.I kiss him back with the same desperation, the same fury. And I hate that I want it so badly. I hate how I moan into his mouth.Every hard inch of him is pressed against me, his thigh pushin
~~Hazel~~It almost did happen.The kiss.My brain is still at the walk way. Reminiscing every single moment.Jordan had leaned in. Our breaths mingling. One inhale, one exhale.His fingers rise gently, and brushed the curve of my jaw, then up to my chin. His touch is soft, lingering.His eyes doesn't leave me.Neither do mine.I'm drowning in his gaze. I feel his breath on my lips, warm and tempting.My heart is thundering. I bet he could hear that. But I'm not the only one lost in the moment.Jordan's gaze is intense. Lingering over my face, my lips.Out of nowhere, a call cuts through the moment.Jason.The spell breaks. I take a step back, breathing hard and fishing my phone out.It did occupy my mind half the entire night. The tension. The near kiss.But Jordan was normal about it. And I guess I should be too.But being around him makes me think about things I shouldn't. Especially not while carrying another man's baby.This is all messed up and I don't even know what to do with
~~Melanie~~I scan the room for any trace of Jade.I could swear she was right there just a while ago.My head feels so heavy. It's like I've had a lot and it's only just a few glass.God.I hate alcohol.I can't hold my liquor and to top it all Sebastian of all people decided to show up tonight.Great.Just great.I've been trying so hard to avoid him. I didn't want any drama and definitely not in a job I just started.I put my glass down and push to my feet.A hand grabs mine.“You leaving already?” I might as well do. “The best of the party is yet to come.” Caleb says.I force a faint smile. “Oh, no. I just need to go to the restroom,” The lady beside him glares at me.At his hand on mine.I honestly can't blame her. I'd be just as mad if a guy I'm with is paying more attention to someone else.Caleb nods, and finally let go of my hand.I walk away but not before subtly glancing toward the bar where Sebastian is.His profile tonight is…aggravatingly attractive. The lighting soften
~~Sebastian~~I stare at my mother's grave, unable to say a word.It's been like this for the past months.But I never fail to show up, never fail to just stand, stare and eventually leave.Cancer took her years back, a memory I wish I could erase. The pain I wish I could've taken away from her.She didn't deserve any of that.Not the kind of marriage she had. Not the life she lived.My phone dings in my pocket, cutting through my pocket.I put down the flower. Stare briefly at a fresh one lying there and whirl around.It's Riley.“Hey, you're still coming, no?”I take a sharp exhale and thumb out a response.“Be there, soon.”I pocket my phone and head straight to my Maserati.I reach for my lighter on the console and flick it, open, close…it's a habit I've mastered over the years, a coping mechanism whenever I'm worked up.If it wasn't mom's memorial, I'd rather not be there.By the time I get to the Villa, a few cars are packed in the driveway.An intimate memorial as he's called it
~~Meghan~~I type in the digits again.Grandma Ju.My hands hover on the call dial.And then I click dial.My pacing the floor now, listening to the waiting tone. There's so much I want to say, so much to apologize for.“Hello,”I hear her voice and I stilled, unable to say a word.“Hello,” her voice come again.I don't wait. I don't even think twice. I end the call, willing my mind to stay calm.God.I don't know what to do, what to say.I'm just….scared.The beeping of my phone pulls me out of my misery. I stare at the screen, vibrating in my hand.Jade.I run a hand through my hair, tucking a stray strand behind my ear. I inhale, exhale and then I answer the call.“Hey,”There's a pause.“Don't tell me you're not ready,” she shrilled.I blink.Ready?“Lanie, it's my cousin's party,”Shoot.Right. It totally skipped my mind.“I'll be ready,” I say, shuffling to the stairs, and taking it two at a time. “Give me a few minutes.”I end the call.I quickly take a bath, style my hair hasti







