FabianI couldn't stop thinking about her.There was just something in her that was like a magnet, drawing me close every time I had to avoid her as the main conversation in my head. Every attempt was futile because I always thought of the most unique way I would unravel her with my hands as he moaned for me to wreak havoc inside of her. I wanted more than just six metres; I wanted all of her: her wits, her laughter, her eyes on mine, and her slender fingers on my chest. I didn't ask for much.I knew trouble was coming for me when she saw me dealing with that whore called Natasha, who had been getting on my nerves since day one. It's a good thing I wouldn't need to worry about her because I had a very weird way of handling issues. Meredith didn't see that, but with time, she may be comfortable around me. The picture of her sitting close to me was visited again. There was nearly nothing that could take the image from my mind. I had imprinted the best of her into my very soul. As clingy

MeredithWe finally got to the party, and as usual, it was lit.There was something different about it. It felt fuller and more crowded than the last time that I was invited. For some reason, I was wary that someone might pull me into their van again to ask me questions about things I shouldn't know about. All of the information I had consumed these past few weeks was beyond my capacity to know, and I wished I was on a need-to-know basis. Yet I have slipped into a place of dark information. It was due to my experience with all of these things that I found these kinds of parties to be my safe place. To drink my sorrows away would make no sense after all I have been through. I took a sip of the bourbon that the bartender gave me.Kayla bumped into me, putting her hands around my shoulder."You have been so absent-minded lately. Are you thinking about the hot billionaire? I choked on my drink, almost spitting it out of my mouth. I became disgusted thinking about everything all over again

MeredithI hated that Mom had to call me and scold me. She was absolutely right; I couldn't just move to a new country and leave my best friend out of the picture. Texts and emails don't do the trick; Jayden would want to actually hear from you; it helps him not worry too much. I knew that and still decided to make him worry.I quickly called his number; the call went through, but it took a while before I heard that sweet bounce of his."You finally called.""I know that you are angry. Words cannot begin to describe how sorry I am. I sighed when I heard nothing but his silence. I tried to think of ways to pacify him, but I tried to put myself in his shoes. I realised I would also be pissed if I was neglected by my own best friend. I might even react in the worst way."Jayden?" I called out his name."I'm here, silly. I half smiled. "One phone call would suffice; for heaven's sake, I was worried about you. I was wondering when you would finally call me. It was almost like you were igno

MeredithThe little moment I had with Imelda told me all I needed to know.Imelda Salvatore was the opposite of her brother. She was welcoming, and everything about her screamed light. They all had an uncanny resemblance. It was not difficult to miss, if you ask me. I loved being in her presence, but there was something about her that seemed sad. It was written in her eyes. I concluded that everyone had their own demons that they fought each and every day. everyone, including Fabian. He carried so much darkness that it made him curious about his life. Imelda didn't spend much time, but it seemed everything she had said about her was yet to be revealed. She sounded like we were in a relationship. I mean, was she not aware that her brother was about to get married?"Why are we going to the mansion? I pressured him with more questions."To stare in your eyes, watch you float into the abyss.""That doesn't make sense."Then quit talking and asking questions that are highly unnecessary. Th

Meredith."Cheap." That word kept echoing inside my head as I stood outside the door of his room with tears in my eyes. I didn't know why he had to be nice one minute and so cruel the next.Even if we had our little arguments, we were on good terms until he decided to make outrageous demands. As a lady, there was only so much I could do because everything was hell-bent on my loyalty to him. Even though I knew that it was not true, I was more scared of how it was going to backfire. I wouldn't downgrade myself just to please him and obey his every command.I had a very good amount of self-respect, but he seemed to have ignored that. As I stood outside his door for a while, I heard loud moans and groans."Were they having sex?" I asked myself over and over again. That was most likely because the maid who had walked in had not been out since. The door was left ajar. I tried to stop myself, but my curiosity and anger only increased as time flew by. I opened the door a little as I saw Fabi