NOW“What do you think I should wear? This—” I lift the rose-gold Dior sequined evening dress “—or this?” I show Brandon the black Burberry embellished satin dress.Both dresses were brought by John today and various other glittery versions since Brandon wanted to be sure I was wearing the best. He even had the store owner pick out everything personally and deliver it to the penthouse.He deliberately didn’t tell me because he knew I would oppose. I typically would, but there was no point debating with him now. I have nothing decent to wear, and I won’t go to the art exhibit in Brandon’s arms unmatched by his designer looks.The love of my life looks away from his phone, slipping it back into his pocket, then gazes up at the dresses. He is already immaculately and deliciously dressed in a crisp designer tux.“They’ll both look good on you, I’m sure.” He studies me with the visible desire in his eyes. I have been walking around in dresses in his penthouse all morning.My shoulders fall
“Now, here is what you’re going to do. Give me your phone number, and let’s keep in touch, mm?” Drake pinches my chin, staring straight into my eyes. It was the same eyes I fell in love with all those years ago.I hate it. I hate that I’m still urged to obey him because he will hurt me if I don’t.I clench my fist.I need to resist him.I survived when he left me.It took me so long to gather myself and my sanity. It’s as if he still has this power over me, and the compulsion he used to groom in me is still present, though I prayed for it to stay gone for good.Yet, I find my hand slipping into my purse, and I hand my phone to him with my shaking hands. I shut my eyes.“Shh…” He brushes his thumb on my cheek. “No need to be scared. We have a lot to talk about. I wasn’t always like this, remember?”And he would always say those words to manipulate me.‘I’m a good person, Alayna. I wasn’t always like this. Please don’t give up on me now.’I pucker my lips. My skin shudders as my body dr
“It was a disaster.” Brandon sighs.“What was?”“They were fighting outside,” Brandon explains. “She was screaming her lungs out in Oliver’s face. He’s livid.”“What were they talking about?”“Her family forced her onto the plane, and now, here they are.”“Oh, God. I’d probably be furious too. Are they sure they’re going to marry? Do you know her?”“I know her family. Daphne’s mother is a Dragoumis, but I don’t know much about her. I see her on family occasions. She seemed opposed to their upcoming union too.”“Lovely name,” I comment honestly. “But who would want to marry someone they didn’t love, right? Who wants an arranged marriage these days? It’s too old-fashioned.”“Not in my family.” Brandon exhales. “And it’s not the case anymore with him. Oliver chose this.” He takes my hands and brings my knuckles to his lips. His soft mouth tickles my skin. “Anyway, you look upset. Something happened.”I want to tell him badly that Drake found me, but I’m afraid. I don’t want to keep thing
Eleven years ago…Drake hadn’t spoken to me since the incident with the mayor. He had been quiet the past few days, and not even our classmate could talk to him. He was distant from Jason too, and my brother knew he shouldn’t bother him. I had the urge to approach him since I thought we’d finally become close, but I didn’t want to make anything worse, so I kept my mouth shut.The bell rang after the PE class while Arianna and I went to the girls’ locker to change.“Do you think Drake is okay?” Jenny abruptly asked, interrupting our current conversation.My senses were automatically on high alert after hearing his name.Arianna glanced at Jenny, then pulled her t-shirt off her head. I continued peeling off my tops, trying not to let my curiosity show.“Drake Mallory is transferring to his rightful class if that’s what you’re talking about.” Peach, our class president, joined in. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”“What do you mean?” Mae asked.“I mean, he’ll be a senior starting next week,” Pea
NOW“He was there, and you didn’t even bother telling me, Alayna?” Brandon blurts out as soon as we’re in the penthouse, throwing his suit jacket across the room in anger. I jolt in surprise.I don’t know what Drake’s game is anymore. He deliberately told me not to tell Brandon anything, but he flaunted his presence in front of everybody.I’m not sure what excuse I would tell Brandon, nor would I want to make any excuses. I want to tell him so badly, but something is stopping me.Brandon shakes his head in disappointment and loosens his necktie. “Stay the night here.”“But Brandon—”“That is not a request. You’re not getting away from this.” He demands through a clenched jaw before stomping upstairs.I collapse on the couch in frustration, slinging an arm over my eyes. How am I supposed to explain this to him?I barely have a second to breathe when Brandon comes back downstairs. He’s already dressed in a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He then hands me a silk lavender-colored nightgo
Brandon isn’t on his side of the bed when I wake up. He isn’t anywhere in the penthouse, either. The restlessness I feel heightens more from last night’s conversation, knowing it ended in a complete misunderstanding.He would misinterpret everything. That was a given, I admit it. I can’t tell him everything because I’m afraid of losing him.He’d think I’m dirty if he knew about Drake and me. I’m not proud of what I did, especially if it concerns Drake.Leaving only a small note on the breakfast tray, I know Brandon has already left for New York before I even look at the notice."Don’t stay out late"I crumple the paper and toss it away. I’m not upset that Brandon left me a message on a note, but I’m mad at myself. I could’ve tried to talk to him more when I felt the bed move last night. I wasn’t able to sleep. I should have been more open.I just couldn’t.I’m such a coward.And he even prepared breakfast for me. I was supposed to do this for him.Crying, I eat the food on the tray. I
I joined Dennis and Rexy after we closed the restaurant. John, as expected, follows us to the bar, and Rexy can’t stop asking about my bodyguard already. Of course, I can’t explain that because I’d have to tell them the reason.Although, I basically end up spilling everything to my friends, minus the complicated drama.“So, your ex-boyfriend found you after so many years, and your current boyfriend finds out about him only recently. You fought, and this morning he left without even letting you know.”“I know he’s leaving today, but he left without even talking to me,” I explain as we make our way to the bar.“Is your ex someone you can’t forget and still have feelings for?” Rexy asks.“I don’t have feelings for him,” I answer without hesitation.“Then what’s the problem?” Dennis asks, taking a drink of his cocktail.“The ex is pursuing her again,” Rexy concludes.“You can just ignore him until he stops,” Dennis offers.“That’s the problem. This is only the beginning. He won’t stop,” I
“You didn’t have to go through that by yourself. As you have said, it’s all in the past. I think it’s time to tell your boyfriend. He doesn’t really love you if he leaves you because of this. Don’t you think so?” Rexy says positively, and her gaze doesn’t falter. She looks at me like everything is completely normal.Brandon loves me. I know that for sure.“Or maybe I’m afraid because I’m ashamed of what we did. I’m ashamed that I’m not good enough for him.”“That’s a lack of self-confidence coming from you, Alayna,” Dennis remarks. “And you are not that type of person.” He gives me a half-smile.Rexy hooks her arm around my shoulder. “You know, I was shocked, but it’s okay. You were the victim here.”I guess it wouldn’t be that bad if I’d be honest. If my friends could be open-minded about my past, Brandon could do the same, right? He always had before. Why would he stop now?“That’s—” I inhale plenty of air, “—reassuring.”“We all need a friend sometimes. You can’t keep something lik