LOGINMy favorite show seems boring. I can't concentrate anymore. My mind keeps shifting to my new neighbor and what the days are likely to be like.Will he pretend not to know me or assume that I'm willing to jump back into bed with him?The half-eaten pancake lies forgotten in a plate by my side. I can't even remember what it tastes like. I hear a knock on the door and jump, wondering who it belongs to.“Hey,” my neighbor smiles at me as I open the door.My heart skips multiple beats and I hope he doesn't know how rattled I am by his presence.“Hi,” I plaster my polite smile on.“Your plate.” He extends to me.I take it.“Thank you, Cara.” He says. “I enjoyed it.”My heart swoons with panic. He remembers me. My brain lights up with an idea though. I can pretend not to. After all, I had given him a wrong name that night.“I never told you my name.”“I know who you are though. We've met before, haven't we?”I shake my head. “I don't think so. Where did we meet?”He blushes and I smile inwa
I notice the noise as I wake up and groan as I stretch in my bed, hating those disturbing my Saturday sleep. My job is hell and particularly hectic this week. If not for weekends, how will I survive?The noise keeps increasing and I shoot out of bed to find out what is going on. I see movers carrying furniture, luggage and domestic stuff. Finally, someone has moved into the flat next to mine. After these years, I don't know if I should be relieved or annoyed that the peace I've grown used to is about to be lost.I decide to be a good neighbor. My last one four years ago suddenly disappeared and no one knows where he is. Rumors have it that a ghost in the house swallowed him and people became skeptical of moving in.I can't count the number of people who have checked out the house but never moved in. And those were just people I saw on weekends I was at home. I have no doubt that the people during the weekdays will be twice what I saw during the weekends. I can't imagine how frustra
“Here is your bedroom.” Hunter says as he walks me into a large bedroom in his huge and intimidating mansion.I say nothing and walk into the bedroom, resigned to a fate of crying myself to sleep at the tragic turn of my life.“Won't you say anything?” He sighs. I don't intend to. I kept my silence all through the ride to his home despite his attempt to get me to talk and stop scowling. If I keep scowling and ignoring him, he will get tired of me and let me go so my dad can pay his debt as he should.“I will have your dinner delivered. You can have your bath while you wait for the man coming with your clothes.”I finally snap. “You went through my stuff?” I turn to glare at him.He smiles, glad that I finally spoke. “What are you uncomfortable with? Someone seeing your panties and bras? My men have seen enough that your undies won't faze them.”I hate his nonchalant answer.“Thank you for the ego boost.” I reply with sarcasm.He laughs. “No one went through your stuff. I sent a man t
I watch with wide eyes as the strange man barges into my father's living room, his stance overpowering and intimidating. I watch with wider eyes as my father jumps out of the couch, scrambles to the floor and starts whimpering at the sight of him. Damn, he hasn't said a word and a leaf on the ocean rolled about by waves has more composure than my father.I don't have to be told that there is trouble.My lips start trembling and my body shivers with fright even though I have no business with him.I don't even know who he is. I'm about to find out and when I do, I regret coming home for the break.“Where is my money?” He glares at my dad, his leg placed on the table while the second stays on the ground.My father swallows before forcing choked words out. “I don't have… I don't have it yet.”The intimidating stranger barks out a loud laugh. “You certainly don't want to tell me that.”My father shakes visibly. “I promise I will pay back next week.”The stranger leans forward, his lips al
“Did you also get a text from Jordan?” I ask as I stare at Jonathan.He nods, already getting to his feet. He extends his hand to me and pulls me up. I dress up, forcing myself not to worry.Why would he text me and Jonathan at the same time?Does he know already about my relationship with Jonathan? Does he know that I'm here with his friend? My heart squeezes with panic and I force myself to calm down. As if sensing my emotions, Jonathan slips his hand into mine and squeezes gently.“It is well.”I hope so. I nod and smile at him.My heart slams loudly as I walk into my fiance’s family's house with Jonathan. He has wanted us to go separately but I am adamant about not wasting a moment of my final days to be with him.My eyes widen as I see my parents seated but I quickly mask the surprise I feel.“Dad! Mum!” I greet. “What a delight to see you here.”Mum smiles at me. “We can't say no to Jordan's request to have a family dinner before you two become a married couple.”Speaking of J
He groans as I push him against the wall the moment he opens the door, my mouth crashing down on it.“Wait!” He struggles to push me off. “What are you doing?”“Kissing the man I love.” I whisper, pulling him back to me and desperate to have him shut up so I can kiss him properly.He isn't ready to shut up though and neither does he seem willing to kiss me. I know he wants to. I can see it in the way his eyes glow with desire as he looks at me. The only thing stopping him is his guilt, the emotion I threw away before stomping to his house.He shakes his head. “We shouldn't do this. You are getting married to my friend tomorrow.”“Exactly why we should do this now.” I argue. “Do you want me to come to you when I'm married? Do you want me to commit adultery?”He winces as I speak, hating just as I do that I'm getting married to a man who isn't him. It doesn't matter that it's his friend, I know that Jonathan isn't happy to let go of me.“I gave you up the moment you got engaged to my fr
I glance at my phone with disinterest, watching as it rings. It's normal for it to ring. It's my birthday after all. And it's normal for me not to pick the call. It's my phone.What is not normal though is my mum calling repeatedly for the past twenty minutes and still not stopping.I dare to check
“Thank you.” I mutter as I receive the package.I don't even know that he remembers my birthday. It has been a busy day that I didn't tell anyone at work. I didn't know that he knew and cared.“Thank you.” I say again, flicking back the tears stinging my eyes.He clears his throat. “I'm not a beast
“I hear Nora isn't getting promoted again.” I smile at Lucian, my colleague at work.“Okay.” He says indifferently.I frown, stunned by his unexpected reaction.He isn't meant to react that way. Damn it, he should be more dramatic than that. The Lucian that I know is dramatic but this one sitting b
His eyes flick open the moment I shift in bed. He looks confused for a moment before his eyes get cleared. He gasps and shifts backward, his hands falling off my body as if I am a poisonous vine.“What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice rough from sleep.I arch my eyebrow at him. “You told me







