LOGINMy eyes crack open and my head is pounding like a drum is being played in my head. What the hell did I do last night. Shit. I try to sit up and that’s when I realize there’s another person in the bed right next to me. Motherfucker. Everything comes crushing down on me in one go and I can’t believe it was me who did it. I fucked a stranger. Multiple times. All night long. In different positions. I stumble out of the bed with uneven steps trying to get the fuck out of this room before the stranger wakes up and sees me. If he sees me and realizes who I am he might want to use me. I’ve learned guys do that now, thanks to Shane. He might also just want to forget this happened so really I’m sparing us all the trouble of having that awkward conversation. He should thank me really. I grab my potato sack dress hustily putting it on grabbing both my underwear and bra from the floor and making a run for it. I chance one look at him but decide not knowing who he is, is better.
After my sister leaves me with those lovely parting words I decide that I need to find me a bed to lay in. Shane and Clare are in the third floor so I need to be in the first floor if I don’t want to hear them going at it. I make my way to a guest room we usually don’t use figuring that it’s my safe bet. I open the door but to my surprise there’s already someone there. The lights are turned off but since it’s a full moon outside and the curtains are open i can see the silhouette on the bed. Whoever it is they are tall and half naked. “Oh sorry I thought this room was empty”I say ready to close the door and be on my way. But there’s a groan and it’s clear it’s coming from a man and it sounds as if he’s in pain. Is he hurt? I can’t just leave someone who’s hurt alone. But whoever the man is turns to me and even though I cannot see his face I can still feel the intensity of his stare which holds me in place. Making my body feel hot. “Do you want to have sex with me” he groans
A week from then a bunch of black roses arrived for me with a card telling me that he will be leaving to go study overseas. At first I was hurt but then I felt relief after realising that Clare Haistings won’t have a chance to seduce him. Yet. And when my father told us that he was finally coming back and would be at our birthday party I was both happy and sad. Happy that I’ll finally see him after three years and sad that Clare will finally start seducing him. After he left we never stayed in contact, I tried sending him birthday wishes but he never replied back, I guess he was protecting his heart. And it’s Not like I expected him to after I told him I didn’t want him to be my boyfriend. And now I have to get him drunk. Yes drunk. That’s Clare’s orders unfortunately.It goes against everything I stand for but I can’t refuse Clare when she’s recruited my father and my sister to convince me that I should do this. Not that they know what she wants me to do, but I honestly don’t
Three years ago Me and Shane were just coming back from a picnic he had set up for us. I was the happiest I’d ever been and had decided to confess to him at the end of the night but as soon as we walked inside the house father told me that Clare was sick and she needed to talk to me immediately. I rushed up the stairs to her finding her curled up in a ball with her pillows surrounding her delicate body. I don’t know if it was pure instinct or what but I immediately felt a pit in my stomach when she lifted her red rimed eyes to me and said “I want Shane Ryder to be my boyfriend you have to give him to me” Those words not only made hot tears rush down my face but they also made me realise one thing, Clare Haistings never wanted me to have something she doesn’t have. Not only was I heartbroken but I was angry. Angry that she was talking about him as if he is an object for us to pass around, angry that out of all the guys she could want, she wanted him and most of all angry that I
Clare Haistings gives me a hug, her sweet perfume filling up my nostrils. It makes me want to vomit. “Hey twin.are you enjoying the party?”she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Everyone is enjoying themselves and the presents look really good, our guests really outdid themselves”she gushes. Her sparkly dress shimmers every time she moves. And the ruby red necklace she is doning looks amazing on top of her cleavage. She looks perfect. “Yeah”I mutter. “Well I for one am sad your mother felt too sick to come, she would have loved this” she runs her manicured hand up and down my arm in what Is supposed to be a comforting manner. “Yeah me too. How’s the cure coming along, any progress?” I hate the hopeful tone that underlines the question, no matter how many times I get disappointed. “I’m sorry Aria, but you know this is tidious work. I’m doing everything I can”her hand squeezes in another comforting way which just makes my heart sink because that’s how I feel every time this to
It’s my 21st birthday party and everyone put in a lot of effort to make this party this grand. The tables are all draped in gold table clothes and vases that make it hard to see the person in front of you stand center stage. But to be honest the people that are sitting on those tables don’t need to see the person in-front of them because they’d be too busy gossiping to care. The whole antire room is a masterpiece of opulence, designed to impress even the most discerning guests. Walls adorned with lavish artwork, from priceless paintings to intricate sculptures, set the tone for an evening of refinement and luxury. The floors are polished to a high shine, reflecting the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden light over the space. Plush velvet drapes in a rich, jewel-toned hue framed the windows, adding depth and texture to the room. The air is filled with the sweet scent of fresh flowers, arranged in exquisite bouquets that adorn the tab







