บททั้งหมดของ Daddy's little good bad boy : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I continue to stare at him. I watch as his mouth form words, he talks intently, explaining something I don’t hear. My mind churns with questions, reviewing everything I thought I knew about him, and what I knew now. He had looked like a man with a lot of burden when I first saw him, I assumed it was work related, but now I think-- my eyes drifting to Wes, who nods along to whatever it is Christopher is saying. What was it Cait said about him again? He was always working. It was starting to look like he put work before their relationship, maybe that was why he was at the resort. He was heart broken, and he used me to get him out of his system. I felt sick, physically sick. That was why he wanted me to leave so desperately, he didn’t want his boyfriend to know I existed. I press my lips together, tears burning the corner of my eyes. I force myself to stay in the present. I foolishly wanted to be by his side all these while. I had gone ahead of myself, thinking I meant something to hi

My tongue darts out nervously and wets my lips, my eyes pinned to his mouth, the way my heart jack hammered made me worry. He takes his time, his slender fingers curls around the stem of the glass as he brought it to his lips, he takes a deliberate slow sip that makes me gulp. “You still have a problem with patience.” He nods in the direction of my feet as they tapped impatiently at the floor. Conscious of the action, my leg stops the taps, but it feels like holding back a sneeze, it tickles the back of throat until I let it out. The corner of his lips lift in a small smirk that grates on my nerves. “Not that you’d know.” I snap.He quirks a brow at my outburst, he didn’t expect the hostility, but all I could think about was the kiss, what it could mean, and the way he was avoiding my question. I gave up everything, it wasn’t much, but it was all I had, and he couldn’t care less, kissing his ex. “There’s a meeting tomorrow with the board of directors, don’t be late.” He says, risin

His reaction to the question which I asked with my heart almost beating it’s way out of my chest, is a little falter in his steps. Nothing else, like the question was a bug he didn’t see coming and was merciful enough not to step on it. My fingers slip into my mouth, and I chewed on my fingers as I wait for his response. In the movies I saw the few times the TV in my apartment back home was on, the person asking the question I got, would hold their breath in anticipation. I used to roll my eyes, citing how foolish it was, if the person didn’t want to, move on with your life. Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.Now it is my turn to do the chant, and I realize how horribly wrong I had been. You couldn’t just move on, unless the person didn’t mean so much to you. “I don’t think I am free Saturday.”His words make something inside of me shatter, I couldn’t find the strength to continue behind him, I pause behind him, and watch as his elegant stride walked on, like he d

“Turns out, it wasn’t a long drive. Before I could work up the nerve to talk about anything, we had gotten to our destination. While I held on to my seat, fingers squeezing the material of the seat belt, my mind throwing up all images of all the times we were this close. He was perfectly fine, his arms stretched in front of him as he steered the car.He was too calm, like the events of few minutes ago was a figment of my imagination, and there was no plan of meeting tomorrow night. “Here.” He says, pulling me out of my mind. He was turned in his seat, facing me, in his hand a white helmet, obviously brand new. Without waiting for my response, he fit the helmet on my head. Sparks flew from where our skin touch, it was difficult to breath, his hands worked professionally, adjusting and fixing the straps, peering at me when he was done. I hold my breath and wait until he was done, my fingers digging into the seat belt. If I was hard before, I am painfully hard now. In a swift moveme

The water welcomes me like a long lost lover. Everything slowed and dimmed as I plunged into the dark, and cold water. I surface quickly, only after I hear a large splash, telling me that he had also jumped in. His chuckle is carefree, the sound of it loosened something in my chest, and I search around for him. under a sliver of moonlight, he bobbed up. His shirt clung to his muscles, leaving nothing to the imagination. Forcing my eyes to his face, I am taken aback by what I see. The man in front of me looked exactly like the man I met. He had a carefree laugh on his face that swallows that his eyes. It wasn’t obvious how small his eyes were until he actually laughed. His chest puffing in and out from his laugh. “It’s not the right context for that word, unless you were trying to never see me ever again.” I say, wanting the conversation to stay this way, nonsense and weightless, like back at the resort. “Really? I thought I nailed it.” He guffawed at his mistake. Now I was the one