บททั้งหมดของ The Bad Boy's Obsession : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Brenda G___Have you ever screwed up so badly that you feel like tossing yourself in a magma-laden volcanic vent?That's exactly how I felt after mistaking Emilio for Jake and kissing him. What was worse was that I ran off, denying Emilio an explanation for my behavior. He deserved at least an explanation after I harassed his delicate lips with kisses.In my defense all of this was Jake's fault. He got into my head and made me imagine him saying all those sweet things to me. Only he was to blame for my predicament.Keep telling yourself that, Brenda. When we both know that you are the one who can't stop thinking about Jake. You think of him all the time. Aren't you ashamed that he's an engaged man? Also, can't you see that you're being selfish to Emilio?My judgemental conscience voiced.Brenda, the only way you're gonna be truly happy is by being honest with yourself. Stop pretending to have broken up with Jake and yet you still think about him. Stop leading Emilio on, only to leave

Jake William____I rubbed my temple briefly then exhaled a puff of air. I gave Sam a brief look and then focused on my laptop."If you think I will walk around with you at a good forsaken jewellery shop then you are mistaken. Sam, I have more pressing matters to attend to." I declared."Fine, I'll just do it alone." He groaned with furrowed brows. Then he drew his face closer to me, "Wait, is that a new tattoo on your arm?"The small smile that had creased my lips vanished. "Sam, I need to work!" I coldly uttered which caught him leaving.My eyes rested on the fresh tattoo of an angel on my arm. Every tattoo on my skin reminded me of her. She was engraved in every ink on my flesh. The pain inflicted by the tattoos each time they were carved on my skin, was nothing compared to the pain that she inflicted on my heart.They say time heals all wounds. That with time every sore wound heals eventually. But still, my wound was fresh six years later.The same pain that surged through me six

Brenda G___Did I suddenly die and go to hell? I don't understand how I ended up in the palace as a guest at Dulcie's wedding.When Gena said that her cousin was getting married, she forgot to fill me in on the details as to what her cousin's name was and the name of his bride-to-be. Had she informed me that Sam Juston was her cousin, then I would have declined her invitation. I would have remained in California.I had a horrible feeling from the moment I set foot at the airport. I knew that something wrong would happen during this trip but I couldn't comprehend what it was until now.I have to leave this place, I can't spend a night in this palace. Not when Jake, Harriet, and all the people who hate me, stay here. Wait, what the hell is Harriet even doing here? Isn't she supposed to be with Lance? I shouldn't be worried about petty issues, my major concern should be getting out of here as soon as possible.I paced back and forth in my new room, as thoughts on how to leave unnoticed r

Brenda G____Few minutes beforeCountless butterflies were fluttering in the confines of my stomach as Emilio and I strolled to the ballroom. The red gown hugged every contour of curves, bringing out my feminine aspect.Emilio, whose arm I was tugging onto, was clad in a ritzy black tuxedo suit that matched his dress shoes. The black official blouse that he had worn, was strangled with a white bow tie at the collar. His neck-length hair was gelled backwards and tied in a low ponytail. He looked remarkably handsome."Keep staring at me like that and I will be compelled to do something unexpected." He leaned in and whispered. A small blush parched my cheeks. Then he drew my hand to his lips and left a peck on it. "By the way, have I told you just how gorgeous you look tonight?" He added.Another blush scorched my cheeks. Listening to his cheesy lines was easing the tension that had been clawing at me the entire time. The thought of seeing Jake at the event was eating at me. I was anxio

Brenda G____He sat behind a massive mahogany office table on a leather black seat. His back was leaned on the seat's backrest, his arms settled on each side of the armrest. His gaze settled on me as I took hesitant steps towards him.The cold heart-piercing gaze he gave had it all that he was not in for any nonsense. My Jake had grown. Seeing him that close after six years felt like a blessing. I missed him so much that I wanted to bury myself under his bulky chest.I wondered how he felt as I approached him, maybe hatred, pain, or disgust. Seeing Harriet in the palace and actually her being close to Jake, meant that she had fed him with lies. I didn't expect him to trust me, but the urge to tell him the whole truth was pushing me.I stopped right in front of the table. I didn't care to sit. His eyes averted from me and he rested them on the door.He held his hand up and began rubbing his sharp jawline. That made me explore his face, God, he had grown to be more handsome and manly.