{Diane}The consequences of my actions are still waiting somewhere for me, at least that's what my subconscious told me but I have been ignoring her to focus on this kiss. Harry's rugged hand had slipped from my waist to my hips in a slow and seductive manner, then he gave a little squeeze. I feel like my insides are melting down with his soft lips locked with mine, his scorching fingers on my face, his other rugged hand pressing seductively around my hips.To my disapproval, he stopped the kiss. I was panting softly with my swollen mouth half opened. It was ready for another kiss. Harry stared at my face for several seconds. His blue eyes were dim and foggy, lust and hunger showing in them. Without a word, he bent his head to take my lips. He kissed me with an intensity I've never felt from any guy, then he grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me easily onto his hard, well sculpted body, all the while he didn't break off the passionate kiss, not even for a second. I wrapped
{Harry}Diane stared at me in shock, her stunning hazel eyes were huge and her plump mouth was slightly parted. I've noticed how she innocently opens her mouth halfway when she's surpised, also when she's blushing or....when we're about to kiss. It's hard to take the last kiss out of my mind, like, for fuck sake, I haven't even forgotten about our first kiss, then how can I forget the last one we had minutes ago. The crazy thing was that I do not understand how we even got there in the first place. It all felt like there's a spell controlling us, bringing us closer and filling us up with some strong desires I never knew was possible. Diane recovered from her shock and folded her small arms across that chest I always find attractive. "What is it, Harry?" "Get in" I ordered and she scoffed, her head moving from side to side. "So you drove to me just to order me around?" "Diane, just....look I wanna drive you home, alright?" "No" She objected and turned away. I quickly got off th
{Diane}There are some times Harry talks nicely to me like he's given his life to Christ, and right now is one of those few times he acts so kind like he's not even the same Harry that glares at every single thing. Because of his sudden change of attitude, the anger I felt for him earlier was slowly melting away. I pulled out my phone and began to text my driver not to worry about picking me up anymore since I knew no matter what happens at this point, I would be going with Harry. I've wanted that from the start, I just didn't want him to know that I was that desperate for his attention and care. I was his fake girlfriend after all, but the Lord knows I want him to treat me like I was his real girlfriend. "I'm texting my driver not to pick me up anymore" I informed as I typed swiftly on my phone. I took a peek of his face and caught him releasing a soft meaningful sigh. He gave me a nod, his eyes softening at me, then he took his hands off my waist to help me hold my bag while I t
Today was like the other days where I have to tutor Harry and endure his silence. I can't seem to completely grasp the meaning or the reason behind his coldness. "I'm just gonna take the other couch" He said, moving away from me, a book in his hand. I slanted my head, my brows furrowed in puzzlement "Why?" I wondered if I did something wrong cause why would he just want to suddenly transfer himself from the couch we shared to the one across me. "Don't you wanna take a break?" He asked back, sinking himself on his new seat. "I....want to" I answered slowly, uncertainty in my tone. "But it's just...." He was staring at me intently. "You don't wanna rest?" "I want to. It's just that..." I trailed off again. His intent eyes fixed on me was making my heart pound in my chest. I shook my head and he tore his eyes from me to have them on the book in his hand.I also got a book to focus on but I couldn't even get a meaningful sentence when all I could think about is Harry and his inco
{Diane}I arranged my books into my bag quickly, controlling myself from bursting out at Harry, and if his hot girlfriend says anything vexatious to support him, I'm gonna snap at her too. What exactly am I to someone like Harry Michaelson? Am I just a fucking game to him because this whole relationship thing was built with a full plan, everything we show the world is staged. We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry? Fuck that, who am I deceiving with that shit? Maybe at the end of it all, I am just a game to Harry. That fucking son of a bitch! Great! He's made me cursed his innocent mother. Let's be real though, what do I expect from a bad boy like Harry from the start? Especially since we are not even dating for real. He treats everything like it's a fucking game and I hate him for that. I fucking hate him. Without looking at him even when I really wanted to, I started to to
{Diane}I read somewhere that a kiss on the forehead is usually special and I understand that now. I can literally feel the softness and moistness of Harry's lips on my head like he was still kissing me there, though I still could not understand why he had kissed me on my forehead instead of my lips when the hunger to kiss me on my mouth was bright and clear in his eyes. I had thought Harry would act on that desire I felt from him, but he surpised my entire being by giving me a kiss on the forehead. It was gentle but it was enough to weaken me and I can't lie that I was pleased with it. Harry steadied his gaze on me and even as I tried to read his eyes, I couldn't. He wrapped his arm around me tighter to have me leaning on the left half of his atlethic body and perceiving his intoxicating male scent.There are lots and lots of questions jumping in my mind, refusing to leave. I know can't ask them all now despite the urge to bring them all out. I wasn't asking questions, Harry wa
{Harry}Diane stared at me longer than necessary and it didn't take me long to realize that she was trying to read my mind. She must be thinking I am getting mentally unstable or I wouldn't help with the chair. To be honest, I am also finding it hard to believe I am still okay in the head. I think I need help. I can't seem to figure out why I want to be nice to Diane.I don't know why I'm being so gentle around her, so soft. That is not me. I know I am not soft, people tell me that all the time. I have been trying to make Diane smile, and It's really difficult to stop myself. Infact, it is almost impossible to stop. I do not even make people smile, especially girls and I haven't tried to put an effort into putting a smile on a girl's face. I find that stupid yet I am doing it for this hot little witch. My little witch. Stop, Harry. I think I need a smoke. "Thank you" Diane appreciated softly before she slightly bent her sexy back to take her seat. I tried not to look at her attr
{Diane}I never thought a simple question would ruin everything I've planned out for so long. Oh, I wish Julia could be sent to hell and rot in there forever. "You guys have been lying to me" My dad growled, his eyes quickly turning steely. "Our relationship is real, sir" Harry helped out, surprising me. "Then how come you guys can't even produce the same answers?" My dad was moving those hard eyes between Harry's face and I "You gave different answers twice! And don't tell me it was a mistake" Harry sighed quietly "Mr Pierce, when we started our relationship, it was a bit complicated" What the hell is Harry doing? I secretly glared at him but he wasn't even looking at me. He seemed to be focused on clearing this mess, but I think he's just gonna create more mess. God...."At first we'd go on and off which was why it was difficult to calculate when we really started this whole relationship thing...." I processed that and I could almost say Harry's explanation made sense. "Why
{Diane}I never thought a simple question would ruin everything I've planned out for so long. Oh, I wish Julia could be sent to hell and rot in there forever. "You guys have been lying to me" My dad growled, his eyes quickly turning steely. "Our relationship is real, sir" Harry helped out, surprising me. "Then how come you guys can't even produce the same answers?" My dad was moving those hard eyes between Harry's face and I "You gave different answers twice! And don't tell me it was a mistake" Harry sighed quietly "Mr Pierce, when we started our relationship, it was a bit complicated" What the hell is Harry doing? I secretly glared at him but he wasn't even looking at me. He seemed to be focused on clearing this mess, but I think he's just gonna create more mess. God...."At first we'd go on and off which was why it was difficult to calculate when we really started this whole relationship thing...." I processed that and I could almost say Harry's explanation made sense. "Why
{Harry}Diane stared at me longer than necessary and it didn't take me long to realize that she was trying to read my mind. She must be thinking I am getting mentally unstable or I wouldn't help with the chair. To be honest, I am also finding it hard to believe I am still okay in the head. I think I need help. I can't seem to figure out why I want to be nice to Diane.I don't know why I'm being so gentle around her, so soft. That is not me. I know I am not soft, people tell me that all the time. I have been trying to make Diane smile, and It's really difficult to stop myself. Infact, it is almost impossible to stop. I do not even make people smile, especially girls and I haven't tried to put an effort into putting a smile on a girl's face. I find that stupid yet I am doing it for this hot little witch. My little witch. Stop, Harry. I think I need a smoke. "Thank you" Diane appreciated softly before she slightly bent her sexy back to take her seat. I tried not to look at her attr
{Diane}I read somewhere that a kiss on the forehead is usually special and I understand that now. I can literally feel the softness and moistness of Harry's lips on my head like he was still kissing me there, though I still could not understand why he had kissed me on my forehead instead of my lips when the hunger to kiss me on my mouth was bright and clear in his eyes. I had thought Harry would act on that desire I felt from him, but he surpised my entire being by giving me a kiss on the forehead. It was gentle but it was enough to weaken me and I can't lie that I was pleased with it. Harry steadied his gaze on me and even as I tried to read his eyes, I couldn't. He wrapped his arm around me tighter to have me leaning on the left half of his atlethic body and perceiving his intoxicating male scent.There are lots and lots of questions jumping in my mind, refusing to leave. I know can't ask them all now despite the urge to bring them all out. I wasn't asking questions, Harry wa
{Diane}I arranged my books into my bag quickly, controlling myself from bursting out at Harry, and if his hot girlfriend says anything vexatious to support him, I'm gonna snap at her too. What exactly am I to someone like Harry Michaelson? Am I just a fucking game to him because this whole relationship thing was built with a full plan, everything we show the world is staged. We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry? Fuck that, who am I deceiving with that shit? Maybe at the end of it all, I am just a game to Harry. That fucking son of a bitch! Great! He's made me cursed his innocent mother. Let's be real though, what do I expect from a bad boy like Harry from the start? Especially since we are not even dating for real. He treats everything like it's a fucking game and I hate him for that. I fucking hate him. Without looking at him even when I really wanted to, I started to to
Today was like the other days where I have to tutor Harry and endure his silence. I can't seem to completely grasp the meaning or the reason behind his coldness. "I'm just gonna take the other couch" He said, moving away from me, a book in his hand. I slanted my head, my brows furrowed in puzzlement "Why?" I wondered if I did something wrong cause why would he just want to suddenly transfer himself from the couch we shared to the one across me. "Don't you wanna take a break?" He asked back, sinking himself on his new seat. "I....want to" I answered slowly, uncertainty in my tone. "But it's just...." He was staring at me intently. "You don't wanna rest?" "I want to. It's just that..." I trailed off again. His intent eyes fixed on me was making my heart pound in my chest. I shook my head and he tore his eyes from me to have them on the book in his hand.I also got a book to focus on but I couldn't even get a meaningful sentence when all I could think about is Harry and his inco
{Diane}There are some times Harry talks nicely to me like he's given his life to Christ, and right now is one of those few times he acts so kind like he's not even the same Harry that glares at every single thing. Because of his sudden change of attitude, the anger I felt for him earlier was slowly melting away. I pulled out my phone and began to text my driver not to worry about picking me up anymore since I knew no matter what happens at this point, I would be going with Harry. I've wanted that from the start, I just didn't want him to know that I was that desperate for his attention and care. I was his fake girlfriend after all, but the Lord knows I want him to treat me like I was his real girlfriend. "I'm texting my driver not to pick me up anymore" I informed as I typed swiftly on my phone. I took a peek of his face and caught him releasing a soft meaningful sigh. He gave me a nod, his eyes softening at me, then he took his hands off my waist to help me hold my bag while I t
{Harry}Diane stared at me in shock, her stunning hazel eyes were huge and her plump mouth was slightly parted. I've noticed how she innocently opens her mouth halfway when she's surpised, also when she's blushing or....when we're about to kiss. It's hard to take the last kiss out of my mind, like, for fuck sake, I haven't even forgotten about our first kiss, then how can I forget the last one we had minutes ago. The crazy thing was that I do not understand how we even got there in the first place. It all felt like there's a spell controlling us, bringing us closer and filling us up with some strong desires I never knew was possible. Diane recovered from her shock and folded her small arms across that chest I always find attractive. "What is it, Harry?" "Get in" I ordered and she scoffed, her head moving from side to side. "So you drove to me just to order me around?" "Diane, just....look I wanna drive you home, alright?" "No" She objected and turned away. I quickly got off th
{Diane}The consequences of my actions are still waiting somewhere for me, at least that's what my subconscious told me but I have been ignoring her to focus on this kiss. Harry's rugged hand had slipped from my waist to my hips in a slow and seductive manner, then he gave a little squeeze. I feel like my insides are melting down with his soft lips locked with mine, his scorching fingers on my face, his other rugged hand pressing seductively around my hips.To my disapproval, he stopped the kiss. I was panting softly with my swollen mouth half opened. It was ready for another kiss. Harry stared at my face for several seconds. His blue eyes were dim and foggy, lust and hunger showing in them. Without a word, he bent his head to take my lips. He kissed me with an intensity I've never felt from any guy, then he grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me easily onto his hard, well sculpted body, all the while he didn't break off the passionate kiss, not even for a second. I wrapped
{Diane}Hours later after lunch, Harry was done with practice and I was at his place, acting like I actually came to tutor him when the truth is that I am dying to listen to him pour out his whole mind to me....that is if he can really pour out the whole of his mind to me, his fake girlfriend, but I just have to stay to see if he's going to set his mind free or not. "You know I thought we were supposed to submit this one next week?" He pointed to the last homework we just completed. "Yeah, but you know how Mr Rivera is" I replied. "Yeah, I know how Mr Rivera is, he can be an asshole sometimes" He said casually. He just insulted the man!"No, he is not an asshole" I frowned at him "He only changes his mind about homeworks every second" "And that annoys the hell outta me" He muttered, obviously displeased. He grabbed the books we used for today's session and started arranging them on the table placed at the side of the couch. I cleared my throat to get his attention but he didn't