Mag-log inHakim was every girl's dream at Northwest High, and every guy's role model. He was hot, smart, popular, romantic and all, and every girl's dream was to get laid by him. He was living the dream life, but he had one single problem; Dante. Dante was the complete vice versa of Hakim. Soft, gentle, unnoticed, innocent, and these traits drew Hakim's heart towards him, and for that reason, Hakim hated him. He hated his lingering gazes and admiring glances, and he hated that he felt the need to hold him, to protect him, and for that reason he resolved to torment Dante, making his high school days unbearable. Dante was forever scarred by him, and his heart broke into pieces. Now, years later, after the two drifted apart, going on to their two separate worlds, Dante builds an image for himself, he is no longer the timid, innocent boy he was back at Northwest High, but is now a top corporate lawyer in the industry, and a fine one at that. What happens when he is hired by a law firm and finds out that his boss is no other person but Hakim? What will evolve as mysteries unfold and actual truth gets told?
view moreBasil woke up the next morning. I had stepped right out of the shower when his sister, Beatrice, called me. (She had told me her name while we were having our little talk yesterday). “ Dante?” She said into the phone, and her voice got me a little scared. “ Beatrice? What is it? Is Basil okay?” I asked, holding on to my towel to stop it from falling to the ground. “ No, he…”. “ No? What happened?” “ No, no, he's alright. He just woke up right now”, she said, the intonation of her voice rising. “ What? Seriously? When?” “ Just right now. The doctors are attending to him right now”. “ Okay. I'll be right there in a jiffy”, I said. My heart was beating against my chest with excitement as I hurried with putting on my clothes. I had put on one of two different pairs of shoes and only noticed it when I stepped out of my room. I went back and changed before rushing off to my car, without even bothering to have breakfast. I didn't even bother to reply the “ good morning
Dante's POV Hakim was basically being mysterious. Well, to others. Certainly not to me. Others might've been confused with his behavior, but I knew too well that his jealousy was getting the better part of him. A jealousy that I just couldn't understand. I have refused to heed to his idiocracy, not even one bit. I still found it hard to answer the question he had asked. I knew for sure that I felt something for Cole, but was it really love? Like, was it the kind of love that I liked reading about in books? The kind that was true, eternal, bonding. The kind of one where I could willingly lose myself in another person. Did I really feel that way? Cole and I kissed goodbye before leaving the office. He had suggested that we both drive together since we now live in the same area, but I heartily declined with an excuse that I was going to see a friend in the hospital. A friend that I casually have sex with. That again brought up the question of what the hell was I doing wit
Hakim's POV I went with Mr Churchill to different TV stations, much to my annoyance. Not at the fact that Mr Churchill was with me, but at the thought that Dante and Cole were together. I knew I had promised to let him be, to let him and Cole have any kind of relationship they wanted to have, but only if he had answered the question of whether or not he loved Cole, and he didn't give me an answer. ‘ Just go’ wasn't an answer, at least not one that I'd expected, and that left a glimmer of hope in me even though a larger part of me knew that holding on to that strand of hope was just my humane way of trying to deny what I couldn't accept: that Dante loathed me, even though he didn't say it. And that even if he didn't love Cole, he would never bring himself to forgive me. How could he? When I couldn't even forgive myself. And bear in mind, the offender might forget, but the offended never forgets. Mr Churchill must've read the room while he was with me. He voluntarily bro
I didn't say word. I didn't even know what to say. I just looked away and walked to where I sat the day before, and as my ass was about to take comfort on the soft couch, Cole walked right in. Our eyes met and he smiled at me. I smiled back, tapping on the chair for him to join me on the couch. And he did, much to the despair of Hakim who I was sure was rolling his eyes. “ Good morning”, he whispered into my ear. “ How're you doing?” I asked, smiling at him. “ I'm good”, he said, nodding, and I bet he would've Kissed me on the cheek if Hakim wasn't there. Dominic walked in later, followed by Mr Churchill and then Francis. “ Seems like we're all now complete”, Hakim started, “ even though every single one of you was late. I will let it slide today, but this will be the last time I will be letting it slide”, he said and some of us nodded; of course I didn't. “ So, I asked yesterday that we go home and gather our minds together on how best we can face off the senator.
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