"Just so you know, you look even more stupid in that apron" I acknowledged while munching on m&ms. He stared down at the white apron, pulling out the edges and displaying the red uneven hearts plastered on it. "You know I made this, right?" "Still stupid" "I'm not taking it off, okay? Deal with it" "Yeah, whatever." He huffed and turned around, resuming his duty as my personal chef and in the process, flexing his butt.  Yeah, I know, it's weird to stare at things like that but trust me, I found it difficult to look away.  I mean, it had such a muscular structure and it only seemed to look better in jeans.  More defined, yeah, that's the word.  He had a defined butt.  "Hey! You're staring at my butt!" "What butt?" I denied, then

We broke the kiss as Dylan pulled away, standing up and regaining his composure.  "Um, the door" He laughed and headed towards the door, sprinted actually and left me wondering what had happened.  There wasn't much to think about besides the fact he kissed me and I reciprocated.  Wait, is this normal?  I mean, it felt great, amazing even, but I couldn't understand how I felt precisely. Yes, I was surprised but it wasn't just surprise, I felt different.  The good kinda different.  "Mr King" The person repeated, giving the door a gentle knock. Dylan pulled open the door, revealing a woman I guessed to be the secretary.  She was pretty slim, almost like she didn't eat a thing. She could pass as a swimsuit model or any model at all. It made me feel chubby by comparison.  Her hair wa

(A/N: I know y'all really really really really really hate Dylan now but, make sure you read this chapter to the very end to understand and if you don't, you'll get it in the chapters after this. Also, this chapter might be a little too short, only about 1400 words in total which is shorter than my usual chapters but I hope you enjoy it.)  ...  Why in the world was he jealous?  He had his time with Keyinday, periodically winking at her and giving her smiles that'll make any woman melt. Then he proceeded to make it all worse by getting her number.  I was right there, watching them both have their time. Neither of them noticed my presence, he didn't care about how I felt.  Then Toby came along, a man even better than he was. At least, he noticed his presence unlike his ebony sweetheart and went ahead to mention he was a big fan of his work. &nb

We were back in New York by exactly seven eleven.  I had adapted to the temperature of Nigeria after two days in the country. Feeling the cold wind against my skin was definitely the best thing I'd felt the whole day.  However, I had to pull on a sweater almost immediately.  Driving back home brought back the thoughts of my time in Nigeria.  I never thought my time there would've caused so much drama. It was almost impossible to believe all of that had happened in just two days.  First, Dylan and I did what you dirty minded individuals have waited so long for. Then I unintentionally ruined it and had to attend a party with a shattered heart. I lost my appetite and missed all I planned for the party.  As if that wasn't enough, I met Toby who I had no idea hated Dylan and wanted to get to him through me. It hurt to think I had been

I picked on the side of my nails, slowly getting rid of the white nail polish on it.  One reason why I wasn't a fan of nail polish.  I enjoyed painting my nails but the fun usually ended the moment I was done with it. Most times, I unintentionally picked on it and at the end, it got all chipped with some of it beneath my nails.  I'd been in the car for minutes, nervous hell would let lose the moment I stepped into the building.  The drama Cassandra caused during prom was enough to make me the number one trending topic for days and dating Dylan was a whole topic on it's own.  Throughout my previous day in school, I succeeded in completely avoiding Cassandra's unnecessary drama but I knew I wouldn't if the news got out I was dating her dream man.  Not that I was scared of her or something, I just wanted to have a normal day. At lea