(Calvin)I did a thing to stop thinking about Rihanna but that only fueled my hunger. it took everything in me to not give in to the urge compelling me to stop her from leaving when she toss that goodbye at me.Sighing, I pick my laptop and left the office, driving straight home. I needed to clear my head.But then around ten to nine, Christian shares some surprising news with me over the phone.“You won't believe who I just spotted Anthony with at Rock night,” I frowned. Why would Christian think I'd be interested in who Anthony is with or anything that concerns him for that matter.He stopped being my brother the second he stole my idea and started his company. I can't forgive such betrayal.Reluctantly, I ask. “Who?” I say, seeming uninterested.“Rihanna, your sexy ass assistant,” he retorts.Upon hearing that Rihanna, the woman who had caused this endless stream of emotions in me, was at the club, dancing with a man, and not just any man but Anthony, a knot twist in my stomach.T
(Ivy)“Is it that obvious?” I ask as we finish our meal, ready for our desert.“Well, not really. But your dislike for him shows, so much,”I shrug. “I can't help it, there's so much at stake. I need him far away from me as possible,”Bella gives me a look. “But— what if he actually does want something serious?”I roll my eyes and blanch at that. “It takes two to tango, Bella. I have no interest whatsoever,” I reply curtly. “Is it okay if we talk about something else?”Bella nods. “Sure, what about next weekend with the —-,” we go on to discuss other matters.But less than an hour later, we decided to call it a night and called for the bill.I was barely out of the restaurant when I bombed into someone. “Oh my God, I'm so sorr—,” the words swivel up in my mouth as my eyes landed on her, after picking up her fallen purse.I squint, my eyes darting at her. “Sorry have we met before?” I ask, just for clarity sake but I was so sure it was her, even with her makeup on.She smiles, a forced
(Rihanna)His hold on my wrist tightened even further and it hurts.I winced, struggling to break free from his grip, but I couldn't.I snapped. “Let go of me!” I drawled, my voice a mix of anger and frustration.But he ignored me, dragging me along with him. My legs are too wobbly, I had too much to drink, and I could barely keep up with his pace.My voice is a little soft as I say. “You're hurting me, Calvin,”And only then, did he actually stop, turning to face me, I see his eyes move to my wrist where he's holding, a soft massage follows.Just when I thought he would finally let go of me, he inches closer, taking me in with one swift glance. “It’ll hurt less if you stop protesting,” he deadpan, his jaw set in a way that tells me he's angry.But why?That thought didn't linger as he started pulling me to his car.“Get in,” he spat as he opened the car door and I knew it wasn't a request, it was an order.I didn't see Joel in the car, which only means he drove here himself. How did
(Ivy)I didn't know what unsettles me the most, the fact that I just found out that Ethan shares the same surname as Sabrina.Needing to keep my secret, I hadn't discussed about him with Bella, as a matter of fact, I never mentioned working closely with him.I figured it was best I leave out everything that concerns him.Honestly I'm not thrilled keeping things away from my sister but I think it's best this way.But why didn't Sabrina mention this?Or is it the fact that Aria mentioned Sabrina had taken her to see Ethan, she keeps going on and on about the day Ethan took her to the park and got her a small bowl of ice cream.As if that wasn't enough. I'm right at my door, facing a delivery guy, who seemed so sure he was at the right house address.And it became even more nerve wracking when I realized that the parcel was from Ethan.I think all part are as terrifying, but I put my thoughts away, and picked up the delivery guy’s pen, signed on his clipboard, he nods at me, said his goo
(Rihanna)Seeing Calvin kiss her had ignited something inside me, thick, and fierce, waiting to explode.I pretended to have been unaffected back in his office but now I feel like an absolute cunt for letting him affect me this much.I still do not get why I can't put my emotions in check when it comes to Calvin.I can't even remember the last time I felt this way. And — he isn't exactly helping things, one minute he's sweet and caring, the next he's cold and mean. He's confusing me.Perhaps, I'm the one confusing myself, imagining anything with Calvin, is like setting myself up for being hurt.And no matter what, I won't allow it.After closing from work, I had barely toss a goodbye to Calvin, before darting out of his office.Deciding to make a quick stop at the mall to grab a few groceries, I called for a cab.“Here, thank you.” I paid the cab driver, and started walking away but then I heard my name, not clearly at first but loud enough the second time.I halt, and turned, only to
(Ethan)Mother squint, her eyes wide open as she stared at me in silence, looking like she doesn't believe me.“You've got your eyes on a woman, one you'd love to start something remotely serious with?” She repeats, her brows lifting in question.When I nod, a smile appears on her face, spreading wider. “That's —- that's got to be the best thing I've heard in a while,” she purred, her excitement evident in her voice.I look at her beaming face and shrug. “But the problem is, she doesn't want me,” I breathed out and mother's smile fades in an instant.She gives me a look. “You were rejected by a woman?” She rolls her eyes at me. “All the while I thought every woman in New York wanted you,” I sense sarcasm in her tone.“Not this one,” I say, ignoring mom's jabs.She lets out a deep breath, her voice turning serious again. “So what now?”I shrug. “I plan to win her over,” I replied tersely.“It's quite challenging to woo a woman who isn't into you, son.” she tells me and then her voice s