Mr Cheeks Crush On You Novels & Stories

I would rather destroy the ring than give it to a heartless woman like Helen. I was about to rest after finishing my work when my friend suddenly sent me an angry message. "How shameless can Helen be?! Just check out her social media!" Out of curiosity, I tried clicking into her profile to take a look, but was unable to. She had blocked me from her social media platform. I explained the situation to my friend helplessly, and he quickly took a screenshot for me. Helen was smiling happily in her wedding gown while Zack held her hand. They looked good under the sun.

YOO-MI'S POV I washed my face with cold water and when I looked up to see my face in front of the mirror, I could see that my cheeks were swollen and my eyes were puffy. I hated myself for being a cry baby. I should know that he will never stop throwing hurtful words at me but why? Hadn’t he moved on? He’s getting married for pete’s sake! I wiped my face with a clean cloth when I saw Lia entered inside the wash room. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked when our eyes meet in the mirror.

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

He is my ulitimate crush since high school and college and what I have ever been dream off and now it is happening! I feel like my cheeks blushed too much... I go back in my office and continue studying the case of Mrs. Albert, While I am reading continiously, my cellphone rings and it is monica, "Hey girl! How are you now? Why you didnt come last night, Caleb is really wanting to have you!" "He invites me actualy-" I was cut from talking when Monica suddenly shout in joy on the other line, "-OH eeemmm geee!!!! That is surprising!! Your ulitimate crush and great love is now interested in you! That is really good to know girl!!!!"

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.

Connor promised firmly, kissing my forehead gently before he turned around and walked outside with Liam. I stood alone next to the granite counter, grabbed a clean paper napkin to wipe some spilled water off the surface, and adjusted the sleeves of my dark red dress. Because I was no longer hiding behind Connor's massive physical presence, a highly familiar and deeply toxic voice suddenly spoke from directly behind my shoulder. "I knew he would abandon you as soon as he found something better to do, because you are entirely boring and completely useless to him," Caleb Mercer sneered loudly, stepping aggressively into my personal space while he held a red plastic cup filled with dark liquor.

The crowd outside suddenly erupts—counting down in unison, voices rising through the door. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!” My eyes snap open, panic spiking through the haze of pleasure. “Six! Five! Four!” He doesn’t stop. Fingers thrust faster, deeper, thumb pressing harder on my clit. My legs shake violently, threatening to give out. “Three! Two! One!” The door flies open. Light floods in—harsh, blinding. Cheers explode. Whistles. Laughter. Phones flash. CK pulls his hand away smooth and fast, stepping back in one fluid motion. I spin around, skirt falling back into place, face flushed crimson, breathing hard and ragged. We both look wrecked—hair messy, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust and sh

Cheryl felt that she was more beautiful than the person with her ex-boyfriend right now. "Don't feel outmatched, Cheryl. Eve is way below you," Cheryl said. Cheryl sat down at the dressing table and began applying a bit of light makeup to her face. Not flashy, the makeup on Cheryl's face looked natural. She looked at her face with a smile. Her choice of lip cream fell on a dusty nude color, combined with a cherry-colored lip tint. Physically, Cheryl is unquestionable. Therefore, Cheryl can be a model that many people recognize. "Okay, done," Cheryl said with a smile.

I said, it more like a statement than a question, and when she rushed forward to throw her arms around my neck hard enough to choke me, I felt myself relax. "It's great news, chicklet, you did it. It's a hit, number one on all the streaming charts. Look!" I looked at the magazine cover but couldn't make out the words through the tears in my eyes. It was real; I'd done it, I'd really done it.

But what the hell! “She’s not some rogue, some female! She’s MINE!! Crush has chosen her and that’s it! You fucked up, now you better hope like hell I can at least salvage my relationship with her. I don’t give a shit about you,” he reels, shoving me back and releasing me. I stumble, my hands going to my throat in shock. Before I know it, I’m falling into the couch and actually flipping over it. When my body lands with a thud, I hear the door already slamming shut.