Valentina’s P.O.V“You don’t know what he wants.” I answered him confidently, I hated the way Nathan defended him as if he knew him so well when they had only met once. If anyone should know Ethan, it is Travis, they basically grew up together, and Travis would never lie about it to me.“What does he want?” He asked me challengingly and I froze because I had already promised Travis not to tell anyone about it, I know Ethan could lose his trust for him if he finds out that Travis was the one who told me. “Tell me, Valentina, what do you think Ethan wants from you?”“Leave me alone.” I gave up first, strolled back to my bed and plopped on it angrily, I didn’t want to argue again, I am never meeting with Ethan and that is final.“I can’t leave you alone, Valentina.” He was insistent and he was starting to annoy me, this is the first time Nathan was arguing with me like this, I know it was because he was worried for me but this time around it didn’t feel right since all we are doing is ar

Ethan’s P.O.V“He said you made a bet with your other friends, and your only goal is to get Valentina into your bed,” He said pointedly, and a small frown crossed my face but that didn’t stop him from proceeding. “You only want to win your bet and to do that you need to get her to trust you.” I had never been more confused than I was right now, why would Travis or anyone of my friends say something like this to her about me? I could never stoop so low.Not denying the fact that I also desired Valentina sexually, there have been a lot of things I wanted to do with her, but I would never discuss it with my friends. “Are you sure Travis was the one who told her this?” I asked curiously because there was no way the Travis I knew would ever make something like this up about me.“Not me, but Valentina told me Travis had come to see her in the hospital.” He rephrased. “Are you sure you didn’t misheard her?” my heart sank as I watched Nathan shake his head confidently; I ran my hands int

Valentina’s P.O.VI wonder why I had such a scary dream, it didn’t feel like just an ordinary dream, it felt so real. I can still taste the fear in my mouth and my body trembled accordingly.Ethan was scary…The way his hands grabbed me, and the musky scent of sweat, as his body swallowed mine, I shut my eyes tightly, as I forgot how to breathe again. This dream was enough reason for me to never meet with him again, I never want to see him again.B...But he was so nice to me at the hospital, he didn’t seem like someone who would rape me.Just as I was trying to be considerate I remembered what Travis had told me, that was his goal to begin with, so there was no way I could say for sure, if Ethan could or could not do something like that.But I didn’t want to find out, since I didn’t even trust him.With a small sigh, I reached for my book, Valentine’s Day from the bed side table, and opened the covered page, I was started again from the beginning, and I feel this should mark the forti

Ethan’s P.O.V “What is going on?” I whispered to myself. “No it is not a web novel, I have read the book, and a classmate of mine has it.” “Then can you send a copy to me, it would make it even easier to search for it.” It would be better if I asked Valentina to send me a picture of the book, but I have been calling her for a while and she is refusing to answer my calls. “Hello?” The man called out again when he didn’t receive any response from me, and my father raised a questioning eyebrow at me. “That is rather difficult,” I answered. “But I will try my best to see if I can get it by tomorrow.” I got up from the chair and exited the office, ignoring whatever protests my father had, I strutted back to my room, and threw on some clothes. I was disturbed greatly, I know my father had a lot of connections, and he could find anything in under fifteen minutes, no matter how local and hidden it was, as long as it was in existence, he could find it. That was why I was confident in him

Ethan’s P.O.V“Does the name Guillotine ring a bell?” The declaration was followed by a small cackle, and I felt goosebumps peel across my neck. “You don’t have much time to tell me what you want.”I felt my heart stop in my chest as I gripped the phone even tighter than before, what in God’s name was going on? I was looking for this man and now he was calling me.“What do you want?” I asked for starters, my heart thumping in my chest, the voice of the man on the phone with me now sounded like a man in his mid-sixties, yet it was still the scariest voice I had ever heard. “How did you get my phone number?”“You can only ask me ten questions are you sure you want to waste those slots asking unreasonable things?” He asked me teasingly, and my breathing became labored. I don’t think he is lying, there are only a few people who would know Guillotine, the author of Valentine’s Day and that could be Valentina, Travis, and I.“If you had found me would you be asking me those same questions?”