Todos os capítulos de Love You As You Are : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“You did great,” Ludo says, standing next to me. “Seriously, you were bitch and badass in there. Honestly, no one’s ever talked to father that way,” he said. “It was hilarious,” I grabbed my phone, dialling Indra’s number. “Are you okay?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” I casted him a look, placing the phone to my ear. “I mean, after what happened in there,” he inquired. “Is there a room I can use?” I asked him, looking around. “Yeah, over there,” he pointed at the door, opposite the boardroom. “No one uses it,” I hurried to the said room just as Indra picked up my call.“Hi,”“Hey,” I let out a heavy breath, sinking on the floor, my heart still hammering. I can’t believe I just did that. “Uh…can you-“ I sucked in a sharp breath. “I think I’m about to have a panic attack,” I said leaning my head back. “I just need to hear your voice,” I let out shakily. “Okay, uhm…” Indra is quiet and fo

“No! This is not practical. Let it go,” “No! you need these shoes. It’ll match your suits,” Indra argued, snatching the shoe from my hand. “It is practical. You just don’t have style,” she glared at me. “But you literary just bought six shoes,” I said pointing at the pile of boxes waiting for us. “You need more shoes, Miles,” she said. “Oh my God, why did I bring you here?” I laughed in disbelief as she shoved the shoes onto the existing pile. The workers eyed us, amused by the argument. It has been like that from store to store. As soon as we got back from the bank, we’d immediately went for Indra’s favourite shoes. The ones that had been trending on TikTok. The Jimmy Choo bow heels. I had seen another pair that I quite liked and bought them for her. Needless to say, she’d made a spectacle of us. She literary walked out of the store hugging one shoe, and if the workers didn’t see us pay, they’d think she’d stolen the shoe. For the first half of the shopping trip, we’d f

(Continuation of the last chapter. I wanted to include a little fluffy angst at the beginning, seeing as the characters have never considered all this before, so it’d look weird when they just go for it. I wanted them to warm up to each other before doing the deed. Also, I just wanted to introduce you more into Mr Stark’s life and how he perceives things. After all, he’s not a bad guy. Motherfucker’s just heartbroken and cranky. That’s all. I think. Anywho…smut ahead. Shit is about to get real.) “Miles, if we don’t stop-“ “I don’t want to stop,” he said against my lips before quickly reattaching his lip, kissing me harder. “Please, I don’t want to stop,” he pulled back to look into my eyes, panting. “You’re sure?” he nodded quickly as my legs hit the edge of the bed. My bed. “Let me hear you say it,” “I don’t want to stop,” he said. I bent down to place him on the bed, going around to grab a condom. He followed me with his eyes un

“This is ridiculous,” I grumbled under my breath, shoving a handful of Cheese and Green Onion Jumping Jack popcorn in my mouth. I focused my eyes on the laptop screen sitting at the foot of the bed, the Goblin series playing. I can feel Indra’s eyes on me and it’s starting to irritate me. “You’re being ridiculous,” I turned to her, throwing popcorn at her. “Hey! Don’t hate me,” she said picking it up from the bed covers and shoving it in her mouth as well. “It’s your man that’s cheating, not me,”“See? You’re ridiculous,” I said throwing another handful of popcorn at her, just because I wanted to. “Mr Stark and I are not dating. It was just sex. And I knew about his…handful…women at his beck and all,” I said. “And I’m not angry,” “Last night didn’t seem like it,” she pointed out.“Last night was last night,” I shrugged, my eyes falling back to the screen. “Besides, what you’re saying is unrealistic. I can’t just be in love with Mr Stark right af

“So what now?” I asked quietly, looking outside as the world carried on like nothing has changed in my life. I’m sitting here, in my own bubble and…quite frankly, I don’t want it to end. I turned to Mr Stark, ignoring the fact that he knew where my apartment was, without me directing him. It is now five in the evening and the sky is darkening, signalling the end of the day. I feel like a love-struck teenager, coming home after a walk in the part, with my new significant other behind the wheel. The nerves haven’t stopped kicking. Not since Mr Stark’s declaration. We’ve spent the last three hours together either making out or arguing about anything and everything. In those three hours, I’ve learnt that Mr Stark is a touchy person. He denies the fact that he is a very physical person, and we came to the conclusion that he’s only like with his significant other. In this case, me. His words not mine. During the last three hours, I got snippet of our first night together. He ha