Semua Bab A Night With The Billionaire Musician: Bab 1 - Bab 10

PRESENT"You are wasting your time with Cassiel.” His words are raw and harsh. “You are just existing and living your life like a zombie." His lips are twisting words as his mouth curls, like he's aiming to throw the hurt, and puke out the venom he's been feeling at me. “You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re delusional and you live in your pretty little bubble.”“Enough, Daniel! What’s that supposed to mean?” I’m taken aback. I’ve known that his feelings had been a mess. But I do not want to know what this mess spirals into. He turns around so I face his back, and I’m weighing the thought of putting a hand on it."What I mean to say is that you're just spending your life with Cassiel like you don’t have a better option! He doesn’t bring out the best in you.” He takes a deep breath, his voice is chilling when he pivots and looks at me. “You, though, live with me Ange.”We’ve had this exact same fight so many times. I close my eyes to think and say something that will be a setback to

FOUR YEARS AGO”Where were you, Lee? What happened to you?” she asked, pointing at my shirt. “I’ve been waiting for you. My lunch is almost over. I don’t have a free period next.” Carrie was looking me up and down, ready to fire her inquisitive questions at me.“I got sucked in some drama, sorry,” I mumbled as I took the seat next to her on the table. I put the backpack down as it was weighing my shoulders down, and took a deep breath. "I didn't mean to abandon you like that. Something just came up."“What happened to your shoulder? Your shirt looks drenched.” She tried to pry my shirt collar down to take a look. “What the fuck?”“Yeah, someone spilled their coffee on me.” I gently put her fingers away, peering a look at my red shoulder. "It was hot. It almost burned me."“What do you mean? You mean, hot coffee? Who did that?” Her mouth opened in an ‘O’, which she ultimately closed tsk-ing. "Couldn't they see where they were going?"“Someone,” I whispered, annoyed. "Just someone you d

FOUR YEARS AGO"I didn’t know you go here. I mean in this class.” He was taken aback, looking at me with those big doe eyes. "Wow, what a coincidence.""You spilled coffee over me, yesterday. Remember?" I rolled my eyes at this handsome, dark-haired boy that has the best and the most river-like clear blue eyes I've ever seen. "It's not something one should forget easily."“Oh, I know, I didn’t mean that. . . I meant I didn't know that you, too, have signed up for this class."“Yes, I have. I’m minoring in it. You look like you’re doing the same thing, yeah, obviously.” I felt anxious talking to a stranger for the first time in a long while. Awkward.“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again after what happened yesterday.” He let out a gust of wind from his lips. "At least not this soon."“When I said, I guess so, I meant it.” I coughed and looked away. I wetted my lips, finding it uneasy to keep the conversation on. "By that I meant that I would see you around on the campus."“Yeah, I gu

FOUR YEARS AGOAfter class. . .After three long university classes, I finally wanted to get some exercise done and decided to take a walk around my big university campus. I got a coffee on the go and strolled around in the front courtyard of our humongous college, where I saw a couple of guys hovering around their expensive motorbikes parked against the old Victorian styled pillars and sidewalls.I quickened my pace when they suddenly started laughing and hooting as they walked past one by one around me. One of them stepped in front of me, looked right in my eyes, and whistled at me as I took long strides away from him. I ignored their behavior. That’s the only thing that seemed right at that moment. Lordy, I didn't have anyone accompanying me to this part of the campus, but heck, I didn’t care and I didn’t need a bodyguard. I could look out for myself. I breathed in and out.I’m a strong woman. I’m not afraid. I won’t regard or warrant their behavior. I can take care of myself.Just

FOUR YEARS AGOI was crying as I ran inside our dorm room. Thank god, it was open and Carrie was there with someone. It was one of the guys on our floor with whom she flirted on a daily basis. I immediately stopped and put the loose strands of my hair back behind my ear, as I rubbed away the salty tears streaking unknown patterns on my face. The guy moved around the room as he shuffled on his feet when he saw me coming through the door and Carrie mirrored him. They exchanged concerned looks with each other as they stopped laughing.“What-what happened?” Carrie’s voice came in waves, like the rustling of the leaves on a late autumn day. "Did something happen, Ange?"“Nuh-nothing. Nothing that important unravelled to begin with.” I tried to keep myself from crying a new river all over again. “Just-just these rude guys on the campus. They-they tried to catcall me and stuff.” I thudded my ass on the sofa in the living room, getting rid of the satchel I was carrying all day around with me