Diane’s P.O.V. I woke up to the intensity of the sunlight hitting my face, making me rub my hazy eyes in the process. It was almost blinding me, but I had to open my eyes to see how it seeped into the room. The sun relentlessly poured through the balcony glass door. Another day had dawned, bringing new hopes and aspirations. But wait, why do I seem to be somewhere else? I wondered before I scanned the whole place. Only then, everything that happened last night sank into my brain—that I ended up with Liam while avoiding Leandro. Liam does not want me to commute on my way home, but his sports car runs out of gas in the middle of the road, so we had to check-in, then spend the rest of the night in this budget inn. Left with no other choice, I agreed to share a room with him since there was only one room available. He was a gentleman enough to sleep on the couch, but

Liam’s P.O.V. Feeling a heavy object on top of me, I slowly opened my eyes only to find Diane’s head leaning over my chest. I didn’t know what she was doing. But when she raised her head, she seemed to be slack-jawed that her chin fell on me, adding more weight in the process. Her brown and tantalizing eyes were stuck at me, making the muscle on my jaw suddenly twitch. Isn’t she used to seeing a handsome angel in the morning? I wondered with amusement, but it would be best if this was her first time. It might be selfish to say because I didn’t have the right, but I would never like the idea of Diane waking up in the morning with another guy. Raising my left hand as I was about to touch her head, my forehead creased with what she did next. She hurried away from me and brought the two stainless trays from the small table into the bed. “Hi! Good morning, Lia

Diane’s P.O.V. Ever since he kissed me, I wasn’t able to speak anymore and remained tight-lipped of voicing out even the slightest of my thoughts. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I didn’t know. Until now, my heart was beating so loud that I didn’t have the power to control it. I couldn’t understand why I felt like this. It was my first kiss. Yes, it was only a peck, but I would never change the fact that his lips brushed with mine. Liam stole my first kiss, and it was something I could never forget easily. But in contrast, I couldn’t explain the feeling, and it was even driving me insane. I liked Liam. I really do. But I did not expect that he would do that either. I didn’t mean to call him ‘sir’ in the first place. I was reserving my first kiss to whoever would be my first boyfriend. I wanted my first kiss to be extra special an

Diane’s P.O.V. Liam motioned to accept his hand while I was getting out of his car. I accepted it and felt again the same electricity I had when he held my shoulder last night. Then, I ended up pouting my lips. Does Liam know the difference between weekdays and weekends? Today is a Sunday, why so workaholic? Indeed, that explains the newspaper headlines last night—he is such a well-known and successful business tycoon. He is probably always busy at work. Hmm, it looks like I need to prepare myself if in case he would be my boyfriend! I have to understand his very hectic schedule. Oh, what are you thinking? Really, Diane? When did you learn to flirt and be assuming? The two of you will not end up together, so don’t you expect anything! My subconscious mind was constant in slapping me. I lopsidedly moved my head to stop myself from dayd

Leandro’s P.O.V. God! Does Diane really feel that I was choking her? Does she really feel that I was too obsessed with controlling her? Am I really suffocating her? Why? Was it a bad thing that I just loved her? That I couldn’t stop showing my real feelings for her? Was it awful that I wanted to protect her? Was it wrong to demand that I must be the only one to stay by her side, and no one else should matter to her? Nothing was wrong with how I used to express my love for her because it was only me who had the right to own her! Impatiently massaging my left temple while drinking my limited edition of French champagne, I was walking back and forth here in the living room of our mansion as my mood swelled with anger. Suddenly, something was knotting inside my chest that made me hard to breathe. I never relied on my instinct, but it w