She Fell For Him And Hasn't Gotten Up Since の小説・ストーリー

“Ever since they were laid back, she just sits there and doesn’t speak to anyone,” “For three weeks now, she barely eats, she just sits there and stare at nothing, she hasn’t even spoken a word to me, maybe she’ll speak to you,” he muttered, I turned to look at him shocked, I gently took slowly steps towards her, using the brief moment to try and gather my thoughts on how well to handle this. Immediately I got to her, I squatted in front of her and placed my hands on her shoulder, before I could speak she beat me to it,

She sounded so excited making me even more confused. Before she could start running her mouth, I hit my fingers against the table to get her attention and when I did, I leaned forward, locking gaze with her large pair of eyes. “Why?” Hesitant, she took a while before saying, “I was going to get married tomorrow but…” “He rejected me like I was rejected too, huh?” I huffed, digging my hand into my hair. “He cheated.” She muttered. Biting her lower lips with her head buried, she added, “At least, you wouldn't be able to cheat since you're crippled.”

She hated the way he made her feel, vulnerable, exposed, yet undeniably alive. By the time she returned to her apartment that evening, she was emotionally drained. She collapsed onto the couch, her phone buzzing with notifications she didn’t have the energy to check. As she stared at the ceiling, her mind replayed Ethan’s words. "You make it worth it." A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She sat up, her heart racing. When she opened the door, she wasn’t surprised to see Ethan standing there, his expression a mix of determination and longing.

The reversal was too much, and she was unraveling. Nick stiffened in my arms.

She shuddered slightly, recalling how his deep voice seemed to reach right through the phone and set her nerves on fire with forbidden need. The unmistakable sounds of him pleasuring himself while making such tempting promises nearly tore her apart. Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut, fighting against the mounting wave of confusing yearning. She couldn't allow herself to be undone by mere words and insinuations, no matter how seductively presented. This was simply a corporate deal to ensure the critical Saxon merger.

Upon arriving home, I collapsed onto the couch. I was tired. I hadn't found a single wretched taxi, let alone a bus, so, as a good Samaritan, I had to walk all the way here. My feet ached, and my head was pounding. I was sleepy, very sleepy. I had to go to the university at night, thankful that I'd finished my assignments yesterday because today I couldn't think straight. Spencer came to mind—his eyes, his lips, his nose, his hair, his body, his gaze. I'm in trouble if I think I like him, very much so. Spencer is super wealthy, and a naive girl with a homeless appearance is not in his plans.

She fell back into bed and back asleep. She woke up at noon. She never slept in that late. These last few weeks had been a whirlwind. She had managed to sleep with a movie star, her boss and one of her best friends who was also a virgin. And the virgin ditched her right after it. When she listed it out like that it sounded both unbelievable and horrible. This shit was insane and she felt like a terrible person. She checked her phone. Text from Rhys. "Hey, sorry I didn't text last night. Didn't get in til late. I'll see you at the show tonight." Nothing from Dylan.

The pull hadn’t faded; if anything, it had grown stronger. I tried to convince myself it was just a moment. A fleeting thrill. Something I could ignore. But every time my phone buzzed, every shadow in the corner of my eye, every whispered memory of him in the rain, my pulse quickened. My mind replayed his touch, his words, the smoldering intensity of his gaze. I knew, with a sinking thrill, that I was already lost. The day dragged, a blur of monotony. I moved through it mechanically, but every sound, every glance, every vibration of my phone reminded me of him. And then, as if the universe delighted in torment, he appeared again.

When she did, the sexy bastard snapped a picture. "Woah, you look so fuckable in this," he murmured, tongue running over his lower lip. "Just think, when the news with the headline The goddess that evaporated without a word is suddenly back, leaks throughout the US. Can you imagine the turmoil? The drama? And the flock of media that will shatter anything to track you down." Leona's heart reverberated with the notion. The phoenix rising from ash, the timeless wounds she bore into the shameful, grim, and pathetic grave would be anew afore her. The pondering alone swayed her to the nucleus of her body.

I tried to not fall on my nose for the second time for the day and accidentally fell in someone else’s arms instead. Oh, no. “Now, who else would lose their heel in the middle of a night?” Came Ethan’s voice as I realized that I indeed fell on him. He was hinting at what happened seven years ago in high school. Something similar happened to me when I met him at a party - I lost my shoe. That’s also why he called me cinderella back then because my story matched with it in so many ways. I glared at him. “Shut up and help me.”