Daria
I sneakily study Wilder through my eyelashes, baffled by my hyperawareness of his presence. I'm drawn to him, but I'm confident I can't be the only woman pinning for him.
Wilder got that kind of aura that can make every head whip in his direction, and when you get to know him—damn, he is kind!
It was a bit scary when Wilder raised his tone earlier, but right now, we are watching a super old romantic movie, and I can tell he hates it, yet he is enduring it for my sake.
"Do you usually watch this kind of stuff?" Wilder licks the ice cream from his spoon. We have spent the entire day together, painting until it got dark, and now we are lounging in my bed. "And I love this ice cream—where did you get it?"
I snort. "The supermarket, I take it you have never been? Poor rich people and not having experienced normal stuff."
A smile tugs on his lips, and he shoves my shoulder. I laugh in response, entertained by the expression Wilde
Wilder"Uh, devour me, huh?" Daria swallows thickly, watching me intently through hooded eyes. She is eating me up with her sheer gaze, roaming her eyes over my body, but trying to hide it by feigning innocence. If I could, I would snap a picture of her face, keep it on my wall to annoy her and point at it whenever she claims my appearance doesn't affect her."What?" I ask, amused by her shy demeanor. "Isn't that allowed?"I'm standing on the floor, stretching to crack my shoulders. A light pink color has seeped into Daria's cheeks, giving her an ethereal glow that makes my cock twitch in my pants. Little Wilder loves the attention she is giving me.I'm so lost in her.Daria is checking me out like so many have women have done before her, yet something is different. I'm attracted to her too, which is incredibly rare. Our chemistry is unimaginable, and my chest pangs with need every time she flicks her eyes my way.I've spent all day trying t
DariaI don't know how to feel after Wilder has left my apartment. We had so much fun together, painting my room and throwing jokes at each other. He made me smile with his stupid humor, but now the spark has blown out and been replaced by misunderstandings and anger.Chemistry is dead.And to think that I, for one second, believed him to be the one. I'm stupid and also pathetic for wishing he had stayed. I'm lonely and in need of admitting my fears to someone, but I won't do that—I need to be strong and get through this on my own.Groaning, I open my fridge, taking out a bottle of soda. "I can't believe Wilder thinks that I'm a drug addict!" I glare at the wall, grumbling in frustration when there isn't a reply. "And it's all your fault!"Once again, there isn't a reply. The guys might be out while I'm stuck here, not knowing how to proceed. Wilder's words were like a punch to the gut. I'm not interested in facing him again. He could fuck hi
WilderI'm staring into the fireplace, haunted by images of Daria and the sound of her beautiful, girlish voice. In a short period, my body already craves her like she is heroin."Fuck..." I run a hand through my hair, annoyed because my thoughts automatically went to drugs. "What am I supposed to do?"Daria's smile enters my thoughts, and I'm forced to suck oxygen into my lungs not to pick up my phone and call her. My eyes were constantly on her inside of her apartment. I tried to pretend that I was invested in The Dragon Throne playing on the TV, but her scent had my mind going places in reality.It's so strange how I find her the most beautiful woman in the world. She is unique, but I've dated many better-looking women, yet no one has taken over my mind like Daria.I found her gorgeous even when she kept her hair in one of those sloppy ponytails while she sat in her bed. Her clothes were second-hand, and she hadn't showered. She had a faint scen
DariaIt's a busy night at The Parlor. I'm not on the VIP floor but hanging out with Brooklyn by the bar. We are both on break, checking out the people happily gobbling up food."That guy is hot." Brooklyn let her tongue travel across her upper lip, and I giggle at the predatory gleam in her eye."He isn't my type." With a wrinkled nose, I give the blonde a once over and then lift my glass of water to my lips. "He seems like someone proper, wealthy, and successful and wouldn't be able to stand a rebellious personality such as mine."A sigh slips out through Brooklyn's lips. "Why didn't you tell Wilder the truth while you had the chance? The blonde guy is a ten, but you can't even see that because you have a certain actor on your mind.""I didn't tell him because he lashed out too quickly," My voice is earnest and tortured. Wilder's reaction wasn't one I expected. "To be honest, he scared me by raising his voice and glaring at me with so much fire a
Daria"Y-You're eating dinner together with Evelyn?"My blood has run ice cold, and my jaw is slacking. I'm pretty confident I'm gaping like a goldfish. Wilder watches me intently, making the situation even more awkward when a mischievous smile curls his lips.Wilder nods, much calmer than me. "We are going to talk about filming and other stuff related to our roles. It's hardly romantic." His eyes look me up and down, and his smile turns feral. I realize he must have noticed my bubbling envy—my stomach is behaving like a cauldron. "Are you by any chance jealous?"Evelyn comes over before I have time to reply. Before embracing Wilder in a hug, she hands me a glare like I'm an eyesore or a dirty spot on the walk she wants to get rid of quickly."Wilder!" Her laughter, smooth with positive flirtation, dances into my ears, and my insides flip. I'm burning up. "Long time no see! How have you been?""Excellent, thank you for asking," A small
Killian Two years ago. I hope I'm on the right path. When I discovered the nuns had something called "spiritual direction" offered to those in need, my interest immediately perked up. I earlier read it is like sacramental confessions, but since I'm not a catholic, I concluded talking to a nun would suit me better. Because I need someone to talk with—a person who won't judge or hate me for the shitty person I've been for years. And so, I'm sitting in a booth, waiting for a nun to gift me with some spiritual guidance. I'm nervous—highly unlike me. I inhale deeply in an attempt to calm down. I'm sweating like a pig ready for slaughter. What if the nun tells me I can't change? That would break my spirit. After years of doing the wrong things, drinking and gambling, and spending too much money to provoke my parents, I want to turn for the better. With shaking hands, I stroke my sweaty palms against my jeans. My throat is sor
Daria I'm dragging my feet up the stairs leading to my apartment door. My hair is a heavy mess, dirty and bouncing like a basketball. Wilder glared at me all night from the table he shared with Evelyn. But I don't think Wilder has the right to be angry over the fact that I kissed his handsome brother when he went out on a date together with another woman. Killian. He kissed me. Giant grasshoppers are swarming in my belly. My lips are tingling, sending an excited but nervous shiver over my skin. Those stormy blue eyes will be hard to forget, especially when the man looked haunted by a mysterious past, yet gentle at the same time. I take a deep breath, gripping the metal bar to drag my exhausted body up the last couple of stairs. The wind is hitting me in the face, sending a wave of cologne my way, and then I'm left staring at Killian, gazing up at the starlit sky. What. The. Hell. Why is he here? My eyes are prac
Daria Killian soaks me up, blinking at me with thoughtful eyes. Moments pass, and then he cracks up, a sudden burst of laughter that warms his face and makes him look gentle and approachable. "Are you serious?" Killian asks with his teeth glinting through his lips. Amusement is all around. "You're not joking, right?" I don't have any words, so I listen to his laughter and feel the vibrations on the couch. Killian is massively entertained. I'm not sure what to make of his reaction and stay wary, with my eyes glued to the dimples on his face. "Did you seriously keep drugs under your bed?" Killian asks with a shaking smile from having to hold back his laughter. "I'm not joking." I peer straight into his eyes, nervous because I'm not sure if Killian's smile is terrible or good news. "Wilder kicked his toes into the bag with drugs, cursed under his breath, and stormed out of my apartment without giving me time to explain." "My brother has a