WESTLEY
I WOKE UP with the feeling that someone pulled me out of the train wrecked. My body was burning. My mouth was dry and tasted bitter. The first thing I noticed was that the room was dim-lit. I stilled as I half-opened my eyes to see a familiar figure sitting in front of me.
Clyve.
What the hell is going on?
CLYVETHIS MIGHT BE the worse three weeks of my life. Losing a good artist, losing a friend, and losing Westley. But life must go on as they said. So, here I was, trying to get back on track.For the last three weeks, I hadn’t got a break. I missed dinner with mum and my brother, or rather, I intended not to meet them because I knew they wouldn’t stop asking me, which I wasn’t ready to give them answers.
WESTLEYI COULDN’T REMEMBER the last pleasant meal I had or a good and long soak in the tub. When was the last time I caught a good sleep? I couldn’t even remember if what day was today, or was it day or night?I spent days in my bed for days, crying, dwelling in my pain, and my losses. I lost everyone I cared about. The only person who promised and stayed by my side was my father—the last person I expected.
CLYVEIT CAUGHT ME off guard that I got their attention. I knew this dinner would not be easy now that they knew I slept with a married woman and a cam girl. It was not that they cared about Westley being a cam girl or whatever she did for a living, but they’d seen her on the news, and they knew I cared about her a lot.“Shut that looks on your faces.” I glared at them, especially to my brother. “Where’s my baby girl?” I asked when I couldn’t
WESTLEY“SO, HOW WAS it?” I asked my agent Mark about my manuscript. The anticipation was killing me. It still sounded bizarre to me that I was able to write a whole book while dwelling on my life misery.When his expression looked like he wanted to drop the bad news, I sipped my coffee.“I read the whole manuscript, and I like it, H
CLYVEI HAD BEEN sitting with the advertising agency representative for nearly an hour, and I wanted to bolt out from the room if I only had the power to do that. I knew how it worked. I just didn’t know how the bloody fuck took it so long.I looked down at the bunch of flyers, samples, and templates on the table. She showed me a short campaign that would work for the gallery. Still, she was not done talking.I admitted she was pretty good at sales talk, but I wanted a good outcome. Her company had a remarkable r
WESTLEYTHE INTENSE sensation rushed through my veins, making my skin tingle and burn. The moment my lips captured his, I knew I couldn’t stop. Instantly, I felt a familiar feeling, yet it still felt new and full of anticipation.I grabbed the back his head as I angled my lips and moved intensely against his reluctant ones. No way, I would let him go without showing him how I wanted to do it like it was the medicine left to treat my obsession over him.
CLYVENOTHING HAD ever felt so damn right than to be with a woman you loved. And yes, goddamn right, I loved Westley. She might not tell me the three words, but I knew the feeling, and I knew she was almost there. And my heart just soared high with hope.I was still inside her, and I felt I was hard again. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over so that she would be on top of me.She lifted her hips with a wicked look on her face and bit her bottom lip as I positioned my cock into her entrance. I watched her pussy swallowe
WESTLEYYOU MADE THE right decision.You won’t regret it—those were the last words that kept taunting me after I signed the contract and walked out of the publishing house. I hope I wouldn’t regret it because that story was very important to me. It was like I opened my soul to those who read it. It was the story of my life, my autobiography.