NATHANWe both smiled lightly at each other as we pulled apart. Chloe was one of the most amazing souls that I have ever come across, and I cared for her more than I could put into words. She was my mate, though she doesn’t know about that yet. I honestly loved her so much.I pulled her hair behind her ear and steered her back to her food, leaning closer to her ear in a bid to whisper the words, “Eat baby, I love you.”By the way that she smiled, I could tell that her mood had been uplifted and that made me smile more. I walked over to my side of the table, and sat down, watching Chloe eat. This encouraged me to eat also and I was just so thrilled at the way we fused with each other. It was so perfect and I couldn’t help the smile that touched my lips. Our breakfast was charged with needs, but I didn’t do a thing to her. I was not stupid and I knew that she needed her space right now. I was satisfied when she finally finished her meal, and then she turned to me with a smile on her fa
CHLOEI had just been rejected by yet another publishing company, and the best remedy I could think of was drowning my sorrows at the bar. Normally, I'd retreat to my apartment and wallow in self-pity, but tonight was different. I found myself at the bar, indulging in drinks to numb the pain."Josh!" I called out, or at least I thought that was his name. Even if it wasn't, it wasn't his job to correct me; he was there to serve me alcohol. He hurried over, and while he was cute, he wasn't exactly my type. Maybe it was because he sounded like someone I knew, and I couldn't stand him.Blond hair, blue eyes, nice lips... but that voice? Ew.I shook my empty glass in front of his face. "Another vodka, please!" I had to yell at the top of my voice due to the blaring music in the club. He grabbed the same bottle of vodka as if it had been reserved just for me. Pouring it into my glass, he earned a smile from me—not because I was flirting, but because he was an excellent bartender. As I took a
NathanWhen I saw her walk out of that building, I knew I had to get to know her. I had never desired anyone this way before. She had my full attention without even trying. She looked sad, disappointed, and hopeless. Being a writer, I assumed her work had been rejected. So, when she left the building, I decided to follow her to see what she would do next.No, I'm not a stalker. I simply caught sight of a beautiful blonde girl with glassy blue eyes and couldn't resist the urge to follow her. I suppose it fits the definition of stalking, but she was just too beautiful to ignore.As I watched her drown her sorrows at the bar, it was evident that the rejection had hit her hard. She downed her vodka so quickly as if she hadn't had alcohol in years. Perhaps getting drunk would help her forget the disappointment of her rejected work. I wanted to console her, to reassure her that rejection is a normal part of the writing journey. Although I'm not a writer myself, I know that many successful w
ChloeThe hot stranger leads me into the bedroom, and our passionate kissing continues. Damn, this guy is attractive. He has a chiseled six-pack, impressive shoulders, sexy arms and legs, and a nice ass. It's as if God took His time to create him. He looks absolutely perfect.He skilfully tears open a condom packet he had in the pocket of his sweatpants. I wonder if he carries it around all the time. How many girls has he been with? Perhaps I'm jumping to conclusions, and he hasn't slept with anyone yet.I don't think he's a virgin either, as a virgin wouldn't be this good at it. Even if you watch endless amounts of porn as a virgin, you can't become a pro at sex on your first try.He enters me with his perfectly sized member, and I immediately start moaning in pleasure."Am I hurting you?" he asks, showing concern. I shake my head. Even if it was painful, I would still want to experience it. The last time I had sex was with my downstairs neighbour's twenty-one-year-old son who was vi
NATHANIt was really difficult for me to leave her. She looked so beautiful while she was sleeping, and I didn't want to wake her. Now she's going to think I used her for sex and ran away. Ever since I left her house, I haven't been able to get her out of my head. I don't understand why I feel this way all of a sudden. She floods my brain without even trying, and every time I think about that damned smile, I smile, blush, and think of the times when she's next to me with that wide, beautiful smile on her face as she greets me good morning.Right now, I'm sketching her beautiful face on my sketchpad. Her face is unforgettable. I don't know if I can go through each day without wanting to see her again, without wanting to talk to her again. I stop drawing and sigh, looking around my room at the bookshelf. She has read so many books that I've read. I don't know why I'm keeping that in mind, considering I'm the one who decided to leave without saying goodbye.The last relationship I was in
CHLOEI'm at Monet's, a restaurant. I come here every day except Fridays to Sundays to meet up with other writers. They've been so positive and helpful, really. I met them at the beginning of the year when I came to get a cup of coffee, and my paperwork fell out of my bag. A woman in her early thirties helped me pick it up."Thanks," I told her. I was a little bit embarrassed because all I could think about was her thinking that I was careless. She was pretty, with black short hair, caramel skin, nice full lips, and her eyelashes were long and natural. Her eyes made her look even more beautiful. It was like I was looking at one of the models from America's Next Top Model."Woah, you're a writer too," she said, and she had that wide smile on. Her perfectly white teeth almost blinded my eyes."Yeah, I'm guessing you're a writer.""Yep, fantasy.""Romance." We shook hands, and then she paused."Wait, did we just introduce each other based on the genre we write and not our actual names?"
ChloeHe's not gay. A gay man would never talk about having three girlfriends in high school. I'm just sitting here, watching as he takes my girlfriends to Comedy Lane. We haven't talked about me being rejected again. I guess it's a good thing—it's been hard for me to even think about it. It's better for me to watch this clown act like an idiot than to bring up my failure."Hey, Chloe," he calls me, and I put on my best fake smile—the kind that can convince you that I like you. "Who's your favourite comedy actor?" My girls are looking at me, and they seem brainwashed. I turn to face Chris, who has a genuine smile on his face. His smile looks more real than mine. I also don't know why he's asking this question. What does it have to do with our club? Sure, we talk about movies and music, but he's not supposed to know that. He just joined us."Uh, Chris Rock?" I say, and he snaps his fingers."I love that guy," he says, still looking at me. I want him to look away, so I can remove this
NATHANI didn't plan this, I swear. I wanted to get a cup of coffee and bumped into her, and no, I didn't hear her with my super hearing. It doesn't work like that. In the streets where there are noises, you have to have full-on concentration if you want to hear someone from afar, and that's not what I did. I didn't even know she was going to be here. Could it be fate bringing us together? I hope so because I want to believe there could be something between us. Something cosmic.But I don't think there's going to be anything cosmic between us when she wants to run away from me right now."Wait! Please!" I yell. But, she doesn't stop."No, why should I? For all I know, you could be even worse than that creepy guy with the dirty beard," she says, and it stings. That guy was a pervert, and for her to compare me to him is a slap in the face. This means I hurt her by leaving and not saying goodbye, and if she's that hurt, does that mean she likes me? Maybe she did like me, and I blew it by