It was hard to open my eyes the next day. Crusts of dried tears shut my eyelids closed but after a quick rub with the back of my hands, they fortunately came off easily. As my mind began to recover from the sleep, I realized that there was something soft and warm pressed against my cheek. The harsh sunlight made me squint for a moment until my vision adjusted to the brightness. Enzo was staring down at me with a strange look on his face. He usually wears a stupid grin but today, he let his emotions run bare."Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked with a raspy voice. My fingers wandered to my cheek and true enough, that his hand was there. His expression softened even more, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "I had a talk with Hayes last night. From the looks of it, your reunion with him must've been unpleasant."Memories of last night flashed in my head and my heart immediately throbbed painfully at the reminder. I propped myself onto my elbows before resting against the wall.

Dylan, surprised at the sudden contact, immediately held Amelia by the shoulders and pushed her away albeit just slightly so as to not arouse suspicion. They were in front of hawk-eyed journalists after all. The camera flashes made him dizzy, but he still mustered enough strength to force yet another fake smile. To compensate for the kiss that might have been warily cut short, he snaked an arm around her waist before facing the crowd again. His lips felt dirty and a strong urge to wipe any traces of her on his skin with the sleeve of his jacket was getting harder to ignore with each passing second. The remaining sliver of professionalism was the only thing that kept him from doing so."Anyway," he spoke into the microphone. "That is all for today's press conference. Have a good day."As the pair walked out of the stage hand-in-hand, the audience burst into a ruckus of overlapping last-minute questions and camera flashes. Dylan brought up his other hand to cover his ey

I opened my eyes to the sound of heavy rain outside. My pulse still thumped loudly against my temples as my breathing fell short and ragged. My cheeks felt cold and I raised a hand to touch it only to realize that I had been crying while I slept which was no surprise at all considering that it was such a horrible dream. There was still that vivid, lingering ache in my heart, but now that I've woken up, I could only vaguely recall Dylan's cold stare. Everything was starting to become a blur. I was thankful for that.I continued to stare at the ceiling whilst I gave myself time to calm down. Listening to the rustling of tree leaves and the pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof, my hands found their way to my abdomen yet again without me knowing. Then, just when I was finally beginning to feel more at ease, my ears picked up on faint thuds in the hallway. Footsteps. They were getting louder and louder with each step so I could only assume that it was heading in th

I woke up to an empty bed. My window was open, letting the morning sun and cold breeze flow into the room. Covering my bare chest with my blanket, I rubbed my eyes and sat up on the bed only to find Enzo leaning against the doorframe. He stared at me with his usual amused grin while holding a tin tray of mugs and plates. My nose caught a whiff of hot chocolate, and my stomach growled. "Good morning," he said, finally pushing himself off of the doorframe and walking across the room towards my bed. I watched as he began to set the plates and utensils on my bedside table. My breakfast consisted of a cup of hot chocolate, eggs, and a salad. "Thanks," I mumbled quietly, burying myself deeper into my blanket. I didn't quite understand how he could act comfortably being alone in a room with a naked woman under her sheets. My cheeks warmed up and I felt self-conscious. "How long have you been standing there?" "Not long." Upon closer look, I noticed a small cut on his lips and a bruise sta

"Just make sure to come at the venue as soon as possible," Dylan spoke into his phone while pacing across the hotel room. After an exasperated sigh, he dropped the phone and threw it on the bed.He then let out one more audible sigh while combing his fingers through his hair, which he shouldn't have done. It hasn't even been five minutes yet since their hired stylist fixed it. Realizing this, he plopped onto his seat in front of the mirror. Amelia was sitting beside him, a number of stylists surrounding her, fixing her makeup and hair simultaneously.His fiancée looked at him through his reflection on the mirror. "What happened?""The cake's going to be late," he replied flatly. "The bakery ran into heavy traffic.""I see you worked hard."Dylan did work hard on arranging the party. If it would show that he only halfheartedly prepared for it, suspicion would arise—from his pack, the Crawfords, and the press. After sacrificing