บททั้งหมดของ The Way He Looks At Me : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

A hiccup snuck past Lincoln's lips and his heart skipped a beat with a feeling he couldn't quite name as he stared at those eyes. They were mesmerizing, beautiful, inviting, piercing with a hint of desire. Lincoln wanted to take his eyes off. But he couldn't. It was as if he was sucked into those eyes, they made him feel a certain he has never felt before in his entire life. Naked. Desired. And yearned. It sparked up something inside of him and before he knew it, he was already on his feet… maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe not… and was walking towards towards the man who stared at him with intense admiration. Lincoln stopped just before his table and bent to his level, his hands clutching the man's face and his lips crushing down on his. The man sucked in his, savoring the taste of Lincoln's lips as though he expected Lincoln to kiss him. Their tongues danced inside each other's mouths as though they were in battle. Lincoln blinked. And then paused. “What the hell am I doi

Ethan Burns slowly opened his eyes, expecting to see his Pudding… the cute dude he had spent the night with, but to his surprise, he wasn't there.“Huh?” He muttered in surprise, sitting up on the bed. He shook his head and stared around the room.There was no sign of a single being.His eyes darted to the floor and when he saw that the guy's clothes weren't there any longer, he instantly realized that the guy had left.He sighed, relaxing back on the bed.He has to admit that he was a bit sad that the guy left without waking him up or at least letting him know his name.He had hoped that they would work something out.Something on the bed stand caught his eyes and he leaned forward and took the two pieces of paper.One was a cheque while the other was an ordinary piece of paper with beautifully written words.He stared at the name on the cheque.“Billie Hayes?” He blurted out to himself, “Is that his name? Billie?”He opened the other paper and began to read “Hi there. By the time y

Harry Smith folded his hands into fists, then he leaned closer to his wife, Tessa, “What the fuck is wrong with your son?” He whispered to her, his tone gritty, “You better go get him back here right this instant!”Tessa shuddered, “Yes, I will.”She excused herself, walked down the pathway and then began her search for Lincoln.“Oh my God, Lincoln!” She gasped in horror, covering her mouth with her hands, upon seeing Lincoln in his terrible state. She ran to him and squatted beside him, “Dear, are you okay?” She enquired worriedly but Lincoln was still finding it hard to breathe, “Oh my God!”She pulled Lincoln's head to her bosom and began to pat his back, “It's okay dear. It's alright. Shh. Mommy's here.”Lincoln buried himself in his mother's arms, “I don't want to get married Mom.” He cried, tears trickling down, “I don't want to get married.”Tessa blinked back her tears.There was nothing she could do about it.Whatever her husband says in the family goes, whether they like it

“What happened back there?” Harry demanded angrily, “Why did you run off like that back at the party?”The living room was filled with suppressive tension. By the side was Tessa, and by the door was Rahim, Lincoln stood in front of his father, Harry, with his gaze held to the ground.“I asked you a question, Lincoln!” He barked, “Why did you run off like that? And I noticed that throughout the whole event, you looked like your mind was elsewhere.”Lincoln hesitated, swallowing the lump in his throat, not knowing how to answer the question.He knew his father wasn't asking because he worried about his health, he was asking because he had nearly ruined the engagement party and if he had, his reputation would be smeared… that was all he cared about.If he told him he had a panic attack, would he even believe it? No, would he even care?He glanced over at his mother who immediately came to his rescue.“He um… he had a panic attack.” Tessa stepped in, “He had a panic attack.”Harry frowned

Ana Smith sat in front of the vanity mirror and angrily curled her hair in tiny curls.She was angry. At her father, at her mother, at everyone. Just like her big brother, Lincoln, her whole life has been overshadowed by her father.Every decision she and her big brother make was their father's. She has never gotten to live for herself… not even for once.She was only just twenty years of age, and those twenty years were her most gruesome years.She had no friends, had never had a boyfriend, nor had fun Luke people her age.She had always wondered why of all the men in existence, Harry Smith had to be her father. To her, he was the worst father in the whole history of fatherhood.Now, he had employed a bodyguard who would be by her side all day and report her actions to him. More like a stalker.She couldn't be more angrier.A sharp knock came across the door and she paused. Thinking it was one of the maids she said, “The door is open, come in.”The door didn't open, neither did anyon