My Youth Began With Him Novelas e Histórias

His career started when he was 18 and he was at its peak when he had the unfortunate accident. I couldn’t wait to meet him in person. I had a feeling he wasn’t photogenic and the pictures didn’t do him justice at all. Damn, I hadn’t even met him and I was in over my head. I had to control myself or else I will make a big fool of myself. I said my affirmations till I forgot every other thing, especially things concerning Jam Timi and I went to bed feeling relaxed and excited for the next day.

My frown deepened. “You don’t know who that is, do you?” The name sounded familiar. I was sure I had heard it before, but I couldn’t think clearly at the moment. “He was the man who started the facility. He created the Hybrids.” He paused. “I was only ten when I discovered what he was doing. Mom didn’t care much about it. Being the curious little boy I was, I snuck into his car when he wasn’t looking.” “If you knew then, why didn’t you stop him?”

The youth was furious, but knew he would not win with Frank standing on Myra's side. Whipping out his phone, he snapped, "Just you wait! I'll make you pay when the time comes!" Since Myra had every intention to blow things out of proportion, she could not care less about his threat, let alone explain the truth. Standing akimbo, she laughed. "I'm still alive and waiting, so hurry up and don't waste our time!" The youth ignored her, and as soon as his call answered, he was suddenly fawning. "Yes, sir, I'm at the hotel… I've checked, they're the ones who started it. Please, you have to help me out considering we go way back!"

He made it sound as though we were nothing more than delicate hormonal messes who lost their minds at the thought of mating. “I have a long and storied history with this. Trust me.” “Beginning with?” “You want to know about my first time?” He grinned and I nodded. Shaking his head, he set his glass down on the table. “I was sixteen when I lost my virginity. Amanda was two grades older, but I’d known her for years.” “She said yes and we did the deed.” “And then?” He looked down at his hands. “She tried to commit suicide two days later.”

He said all of this the way he said things that mattered without inflating them, plainly, in the voice of someone reporting facts that happened to also be the story of who he was. I said: "How old were you the first time you ran a proper route." "Depends what you call proper." "Someone threw you the ball on a real field." He thought about it. "Fifteen. High school sophomore year. First day of practice." "What did it feel like." He looked at the food in front of him for a moment. "Like the thing I had been building toward had a name finally." I sat with that.

And that he was sorry for the humiliation he made me go through at that moment in my life. I can't deny that I love him. I was born and raised since childhood for him. My parents taught me what they could about what they knew, and finding out about Mahjub after I turned fifteen was a shock, but I was also thrilled. What girl doesn't dream of having a prince to call her own?

He paused a little, his eyes searching mine and I urged him to continue. "Well, that's how it started for him. He got himself into other illegal stuffs with dangerous people. When he was sixteen and I was twelve, my mom met me and decided she was going to adopt me. That's how I turned into a billionaire heir overnight." I smiled at him, when all I truly wanted to do was cry. My heart hurt for both him and for Myles. "How did it go for him? Did he stop?"

He seems visibly upset, and I sigh, reaching my arm out. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," I whisper, and he gives me a weak smile, touching my arm softly. "I don't want to tell you, but I think I should," he whispers back, and I nod. "When I turned fourteen, I started turning into a little brat," he says bluntly, and I smile a bit, only once I see that he is too. "I think that's just a part of being a fourteen-year-old boy."

The bond that prosper the feelings I have for him. And it all started when I first saw him. When I was just 10 years old. It is where my young heart fell for him and until now it keeps beating for him.

And that right there said it all. "You might think meeting me was a crazy happenstance. But for me, it meant fate finally quit laughing in my face." I swallowed hard, gaze dropping to my fingers on the wine glass. "I don't know why the hell you stuck with me, but I stayed because my life started at sixteen on a hot July day with a bottle of water and a certain boy's aw shucks grin."