Resisting the Irresistible のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

TYLER POVI stared ahead and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. This was bad, so very bad. Besides knowing fully well that this was the last thing I wanted to do, I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to do it. It was too much and I wasn’t sure I would survive by the end of it. Yet, what other choice did I have left?I closed my eyes for a brief second, internally telling myself that this was for the best. It would hurt both of us emotionally but physically she would be safe and that was all that mattered. When my eyes finally fluttered open, I turned the key and swung the door open.“Ty? Is that you?” I heard her voice from somewhere in the living room.I took off my shoes and stepped further into the apartment. “Yeah, it’s me.” I shrugged my coat off and hung it on the stand on my

Tyler POV “So, where is she?” asked Faith as we walked in front of the Columbia Business School building. After I had walked out of the apartment, I had been wandering around, basically doing anything I could to harden my heart so I would not turn around and tell Autumn everything. As I was walking with her, I stole a glance at Faith’s cheery face, a niggling sense of guilt rose within me. I always pride myself as an honest guy, one who would not be afraid of telling the truth even when it hurt, yet today I had lied to two people. One person was Autumn and the other one was still walking beside me without knowing what would hit her. “Faith.” I caught her arm and stopped her from walking any further. Autumn’s class was going to be over soon and if I wanted this to work (and it would not work without Faith’s help), I needed to tell her now. When I had called her this morning, I had not told her about my plan. All I had said was that I wanted her to meet Autumn and explain that we wer

 Frazier Ronan POV Despite having her stomach growled for the last twenty minutes, Autumn seemed to have indeed lost her appetite. All she had done thus far was push around the food on her plate which was accompanied by an occasional sigh every now and then. I had finished my meal ten minutes ago since I had never had any problem eating my food but from my limited experience, I had gathered that females, especially those who had recently suffered a broken heart, only had two possible courses of action. One, she would eat as if she had never eaten for a whole week, especially when chocolate or ice cream was on the menu, because maybe, just maybe, it would make her forget her broken heart. Two, she simply would not eat at all because how could she eat when everything tastes sucks? Having one’s heart being

Autumn POV I awoke to the loud banging on the door. My eyes fluttered open and I was suddenly surrounded by darkness. It took me a while to realize that I had forgotten to turn on the lights before I had gone to sleep this afternoon. I carefully swung my legs over my bed and stood. The trip to the nearest lamp switch took longer than necessary since I accidentally bumped my toe with the cupboard on the way. Once I turned on the lights and was finally able to see my surroundings, I moved to the front door. “Who is it?” “It is me, you idiot!” I heard Jess yell from the other side of the door. “Open the damn door! I have been here for over an hour!” I quickly unlocked the door and swung it open. “What are you--huff!” Jess jumped on me the second she saw me, putting her arms around me as she suffocated me with her super tight hug. “Why did you not tell me you guys have broken up? I thought I am Miranda to your Carrie, Bonnie to yo

I could tell that I was falling, way before my ass hit the ground. The first thing that popped into my head was the Ben & Jerry’s in my hand. I had to do something to save the ice cream from dropping to the ground into a massive puddle so I held it up with both hands and prayed that I would have a soft landing.It seemed that I didn’t need any landing after all since one pair of arms had stupidly thrown away the picnic basket and snaked their way around my waist. I blinked a few times as I looked up to meet his steely gray eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked in his British-Irish-American accent. An accent that, I now realized, was probably only belonged to him.When we’d first met, I thought he sounded like a combination of Harry Styles and Chris Hemsworth, which was ridiculous since Chris was not British, Irish, nor American. It would have made more