“Is it true that Miss Amber Lovelace has cheated on you with another man? Are you calling off the wedding?” I watch a report ask these questions to Elliot through my phone screen. It's not just one reporter, it's almost hundreds of them, circling Elliot around a few steps away from the entrance to his large mansion. People are gathered around like a swarm of ants, all of them wanting to know just one thing. If the rumours are true. I rest my back on the car seat and look at my screen again. But instead of watching the live footage of Elliot being questioned, I focus on the rumour that has been spread. I've seen this photo over a thousand times in the past hours but still I keep looking at it. It's Amber in a disguise, holding the hand of a man who is wearing a mask. His build is different from Elliot's. While Elliot is built like an athlete with his lean yet muscular and tall body, this man looks stout but short. Amber and the man are photographed together at the airport. The photo
“whose cat is it?” Elliot questions, narrowing his eyes at Milo. I panic as if I've been placed onto the hot seat. I schooled my features in front of the mirror a hundred times last night. I know what to say but I can't bring myself to be confident. I knew Elliot would ask this question. My Milo is a big cat. The small white spot near his head sets him apart from other cats. Elliot had played with Milo that day. Of course, he remembers Milo. “It belongs to a friend of mine. I'm pet sitting him for a few days while she is abroad.” I feel proud of myself for not being a stuttering mess and reply exactly what I taught myself. His eyes suspiciously linger on mine for a few seconds. Even if he wants to ask me further questions, he doesn't. That's good. I'm not in the mood to talk to him. I'm already tired. The past two days have been crazy and tiring. Dealing with all the paparazzies and media platforms wasn't easy. Dealing with a moody Elliot and his sexy smirking face wasn't definitel
“What's with you throwing either stuff at me or pushing me?” Elliot groans, throwing the pillow back on the bed. I pay no heed to his anger because right now I'm focusing on getting my breathing right. I was really scared by the locked door. Didn't he see me in his room? Why would he do that? “And…” I take a long breath of relief, “And what's with you getting in unnoticed? And why did you lock the door?” I fire back at him, mirroring his annoyed expression. He takes an angry step towards me to which I reply by taking two steps backward. “Well, if you haven't noticed it yet, it's my room. I can do whatever the hell I want to do in my room.” He argues back, voice claiming down a bit but not his temper. He looks like someone stomped on his toes. “Well, if you haven't noticed it yet, I'm in this room right now, you can't do whatever the hell you want, and you certainly can't lock the door!” I imitate his speech which seems to make him even more frustrated. Just like a child, he cros
Mom's guilt takes the form of sadness eventually, making me feel like the worst person ever. Why did I have to bring it up and ruin her mood? She was so happy. “I miss my twin babies.” She admits, making my heartbeat faster than before.My eyes start to water automatically and uncontrollably. She knew about me and she missed me. But why did she throw me away? This question still remains. “Then why?” I manage to ask, turning her to face me, my voice trembling in the middle of the sentence. “Hey.” She whispers in a tone so soft that I would break if she raised her voice even a little bit. “Why are you crying, baby?” She asks me in her soothing voice, making the ache in my heart less significant. But I'm baffled by her question. Why am I crying? Maybe because I'm the only victim in this situation. While they led a lavish life with their family, I had to fight for daily necessities. Sudden dislike hit me like a bag of rocks. I can taste the disdain in my tongue. However intense this
Even with the weather being chilly, I feel warmth radiating to my body from somewhere. To seek more comfort, I wrap my arms around the warm body, enjoying the soothing vibe it gives off. I haven't been sleeping well for a while and that's why I'm surprised to be woken up to such peace and serenity. When sleep finally takes its enchanting power away from me, I open my eyes to examine the source of my comfort. A bright smile tugs at lips as I do so. However, my smile vanishes into the thin air as soon as I realise who I'm hugging right now for my dead life. I push myself away from him abruptly, wiggling on the bed like an earthworm. Elliot's eyes fly open all of a sudden, scaring the shit out of me. “Before you start screaming like a banshee-” His raspy morning voice tingles my skin, rubbing away the sleepiness from my body. “-or throwing that pillow at me, or pushing me off the bed, let me tell you that you were the one who wrapped her hands around me like an octopus's tentacles and
“I didn't do it intentionally! Don't throw anything-” He gets cut off as I throw the bottle of shampoo right at his face. “Fuck.” He groans out in agony, holding his face in pain. “Get out, you asshole!” I scream, covering my front with my hands frantically. At least I'm wearing my undergarments. I would have lost it if he had seen me totally naked. I gulped down my saliva when I noticed his eyes trailing along my body hungrily. His intense stare shakes the core of my heart as desire makes its way towards me. “G-Get out!” I yell again but this time my voice sounds weak, lust affecting my mind and body. Elliot seems to have gotten out of the world he was into before. Apparently, I'm not the only one affected by it. Finally, like a real gentleman he turns around which gives me the chance to let out a shaky breath. I should feel violated right now. But for some unknown reason, I feel different. I feel like my body is under the control of my untold desire and it's readying me to comm
“Stop pulling my leg and sit down. Food is getting cold.” Mrs.Miller says after a few intense seconds pass by. They are talking back and forth, arguing so intensely that none would think they are joking. However, the grin that breaks free on Elliot's face says another story. So, he wasn't actually being serious and here I thought he finally turned into a decent human being and became caring towards me but I think that's too much to ask. He rounds the table to get to her and wraps his arms around her. He looks like a clingy child who is trying his best to make up with his mother who is angry at him. What is exactly their relationship? I can't help but wonder. Mrs.Miller always has a long face, taking in her monotonous and serious voice. But now she looks like a different person. Her smile can light up an entire room. I didn't know she could smile. “You love it when I pull your leg though.” Elliot teases her again, taking a seat after he pulls a chair for her. The breakfast goes in
My eyes are wide open with panic and another feeling that I'm having trouble naming. His green eyes aro so dreamy from up close that I don't dare to take my eyes off of them. “Are you even listening to me?” A sudden voice makes me pull out of the hallucination and come back to reality. “W-What?” I ask, taking in my surroundings. It's like I blacked out for a while and need a minute to comprehend everything. “Get off.” He groans, trying his best to stop himself from throwing me off of him. Something is telling me that if we weren't in public, he wouldn't have any problem doing that. “You are crushing me.” He says this part in a small voice, whispering to me. I finally realise why he is groaning like he is in great pain. I've been on top of him for I don't know how long and I definitely weigh more than feathers. I get off of him on autopilot, my cheeks tainted with blush. Thankfully there aren't many people around us, only one or two passersby who could care less about helping us