CLYVE
“KEENE, WHAT a surprise?” We hugged each other. “Please, come in.”
I wasn’t expecting to see him at my door. He didn’t have the off-color anymore and seemed to look fine.
If I may have guessed, this had something to do with what happened between me and Westley today.
WESTLEY“YOU DON’T HAVE to do this.” It was our twelfth destination in four months tour with the Linton private jet. It wasn’t that I was complaining because spending time with Clyve was the best time of my life.When he asked me for a dinner date during the book signing, I knew it was the first of so many, and who was I to say no when all I could think was him every time I fell asleep and woke up every morning for weeks.
CLYVETHE TRAFFIC WAS horrendous.I stared at my phone, watching the clock as if it was a time bomb ready to explode in my hand. I was going to be late, then Austen was not answering my damn call.“Why aren’t we moving? I am kinda in a hurry here,” I asked the cab driver irritably. I should have driven or hired a driver already, but I thought my life had a pretty boring routine.“Maybe there’s an accident ahead, sir,” the cab driver answered with disinterest. In
CLYVE“WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller.I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.
WESTLEYIT’D HAD BEEN bugging me for weeks, but I couldn’t ruin the things we've already started. The story was also important to me. I knew what would happen when Austen mentioned about his painting, and he made me promise to tell Clyve before the book launching, but I never imagined that day would be tonight, and I just ruined the best night of his life.Clyve stared at me, his gaze was vicious. “Come again?”I felt my throat choke up. I still gathered all my power to explain since I already blew the b
CLYVEIGNORING THE HEAT swept over my body, I gave her a huge grin while her eyes were still wide in surprise. There was also unconcealable anticipation that swam in her blue pools.She completely turned to face me, then scrolled her gaze from my face down to my toes. “You look...” She met my gaze again.
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.