XAVIER'S POV I never thought Sarah would harbor feelings for me... it was a revelation that left me reeling. We hardly spoke since her childhood and now that we are living under the same roof, I felt like I am navigating a minefield. Her diary, left carelessly opened, had revealed her secret. I didn't know what moved me to skim through her diary, but I regretted my curiosity getting the better of me. Now that her feelings are exposed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I couldn't meet her gaze without thinking of her confession. I simply can't get myself to reciprocate her said feelings for me. I don't know if my rejection was overly harsh, but I couldn't help it. We are not meant to get into such a relationship. She's just so young, impulsive, stubborn and also kind and genuine. I sensed my rejection crushed her more than I initially imagined, and it haunted me to see myself as the cause of her tears. I felt disquiet when her tears streamed down her face. I didn't k
SARAH'S POV I'd longed to taste his lips, and now I seized the opportunity. Our mouths met, and I savored every hint of sweetness. My tongue explored the depths of his, reveling in the moisture and warmth. Morals fled my mind; all I craved was the intimacy with the man I loved. As I pressed against him, my hair escaped the bed's gentle crush. He gathered the stray strands, his fingers grazing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand tightened, pulling me back, breaking our kiss. I gasped, disappointed, the sudden separation leaving me wanting. His piercing gaze met mine, flashing with disapproval. He pulled my hand off his neck and slapped it away, his face scrunched up in disgust. Despite his disapproval of our intimacy, I gripped his shirt, not allowing him to leave. "Sarah, let go." His voice was stern and commanding. Hiccups tore through my throat as I strengthened my grip on his shirt. "No... I won't." I shook my head in defiance. My eyelids were slowly drooping, b
I took a side peek at Mr. Clinton to see his reaction; our eyes locked for a brief second before we looked away. His face was emotionless, while his gaze returned to the screen."Wh..what?" My father finally responded, his eyes narrowing in confusion after processing what I said. "You had your first kiss? Then how should that make him upset, or perhaps you're trying to distract me from the main issue?"Mr. Clinton and I exchanged glances, his jaw tensed but loosening up a bit. "It has nothing to do with her. Don't mind her. She is just joking. There was bad news from the hospital this morning."My lips pursed, realizing the reason why his face was so grim this morning. But I still couldn't believe that was the only reason. "Is it that bad?" My father asked, his eyes suddenly flashing with concern.Mr. Clinton shrugged, leaning back on the sofa. "There's nothing I can't handle.""Including me?" I raised one eyebrow at him, ambiguously hinting at our tussle yesterday.He let out a sharp
XAVIER'S POV I thought Sarah and I had a connection, but I guess I was wrong. My feet thumped on the marble floor while I made my way to my room. I slammed the door behind me, a loud thud echoing just like her words were echoing in my head at that moment. How could she say that to me? Why would she bring up my past? Her words hit me where it hurts. It shattered my heart into shreds as she made me recall how painful and depressing my life was back then. Sarah was just a kid back then, so how the hell did she know I begged Andrea for a second chance after our messy divorce? It was a dark time in my life that I wasn't proud of. My jaw clenched in anger as I sighed through gritted teeth. My eyes scanned the room, searching for something to take my mind off Sarah. A book was lying on the table at the far end of the room. That might serve as a good distraction. I sank into the chair, flipping the book open, my eyes lingering on the paper as if it were some kind of junk! I was too exa
"Hey, come back here..." Her eyes narrowed in a squint as she motioned for me to come forward. She then glanced at Mr. Clinton, furrowing her eyebrow with her hand on her waist. "Won't you introduce her properly? You haven't even introduced me to her yet." His face lit up in amusement; it seemed this was his mother's typical behavior. "Forgive my manners," he apologized, gesturing towards me with a sheepish grin. "Mother, this is Sarah, my best friend's daughter. And Sarah, this is my mother..." He glanced at her after his conciliatory introduction. She glared at him and slapped his shoulders. "Is that how you introduce your mother?" Her reproof made me snort; my eyes darted to Mr. Clinton, his eyebrow quirked, looking away as he was fed up with her tantrum. "You called me mother without adding sweet or lovely." She hummed in annoyance and faced me with a warm smile. "I am his mother; you can call me Miss Rose." She is quite a funny one; I think we might get along really well
His brow knitted as he tilted his head, staring at me incredulously. "And how are you so sure?" My lips still hovered over his face while I slightly slouched towards him. "Let's make a bet." He turned around to face me, finally realizing how seriously I was. He looked down at me, the imposing yet intimidating height difference was palpable. He let out a throaty chuckle, amused by my sage. "Really? A bet?" He chuckled again, crossing his arms. "How desperate are you?" I admit I repeatedly cross my boundaries, but I couldn't help it when my heart keeps nagging me to never shut my feelings out. "I might be desperate today; it will be your turn tomorrow." To be honest, I don't know where this frightening boldness was coming from. I know I can be a pest sometimes, but this is way out of the charts. "You're gonna look at me the same way I do, and then you will interpret love from my perspective." His eyes keenly trailed my mouth as I spoke; he was truly amused and intrigued by my c
"Erin." I called, my eyes narrowed as she continued scanning the floor. She stood at the edge of the room, slouching under my small table as if searching for something. My eyes wandered on the ground to ascertain what she must be looking for, but I had no clue. What's she even doing here? She doesn't look to be cleaning... "Erin..." I called again, gliding toward her. "What are you searching for, and how did you get in..." I jangled a bunch of keys in her face, ambiguously hinting that I locked the room before going downstairs. She remained silent, a smile spreading across her face, which made me roll my eyes in a scoff. She never gets tired, but I wonder what she is hiding behind that smile. But then a frown etched my face as I noticed her eyes lingering on the keys I was holding. "Now tell me how you got in..." I asked, tossing the keys onto the table, waiting for a response, but there was none. She tilted her head toward the table, her gaze still fixed on the keys. What the
My eyes darted to Mr. Clinton as I whispered a silent plea for another help, but he ignored me.I guess I'm alone in this one.I smiled awkwardly, swaying my legs. "Well, um, I have written up to a hundred words yet, so it's not enough to make a chapter.""But I saw a lot of words written in there..." she said incredulously, a slight frown etching her face."No, it's just the outline..." I replied, slowly stepping backwards to escape any more questions. But the expression on her face showed she was ready to hurl more at me..."Then I'd like to read the outline..." she insisted, attempting to snatch the book from me.I flinched, clutching the book to my chest. "Miss Ross, I don't think... it's... a... good idea..." I drawled, stealing glances at Mr. Clinton. But to my surprise, he was going back upstairs.My face contorted while I watched him leave me alone to continue the explanation he started...My gaze returned to Miss Ross, her eyes widening with a sudden realization as she let ou