This Isn't About Him Novels & Stories

, He couldn't help but ask. "He...He seem to be here because of the DREAM ent. contract with MEDIA SCORE.", The assistant replied. Hearing this Ram's legs gave in...as he couldn't help but shiver. 'No...she can't see him...and...he shouldn't recognize her...no...', He fell back onto the chair as his world seem to fall apart. Author's Special: Okay whom should I interview next...? Any candidates in mind...?

Luckily, we are at a party. Unnoticed, they vanished out from our side. Oh shit! I couldn't feel any tears in my eyes as if there were no more water to cry out. "Don't tell me you are going to cry from that, Dreanna? You don't even know them." "Huh?" Now, what is this guy spattering? Is he having a crack on his head? Why I couldn't read him. He changed from a total sweetheart to a deadass insensitive man. "I told you, I am Erina!" I argued.

I pulled him into a hug, forgetting all about the fact that he was still sweaty. "I don't know how to feel." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you want to call your parents to ask them what this is about?" I said in a low voice, suddenly realising this might not be as good of a news as I thought. It would mean he had been lied to his entire life. "They're gone." He sighed, "Celine is the only one I can talk to and honestly I doubt if she knows anything." He chuckled, "must explain why Celine and I look nothing like each other."

Not really. ~~To Be Continued~~

“ You are going to the strip club? Woooah, Can I come? I would love to see you flex these muscles for me.” He barked a laugh. “ No, you can’t. I am a part-time bookkeeper there until they can get somebody full time. If you want to see me flex these muscles. The strip club is not the place, come to the practice sometimes.” “ You play?” I was amused by his skill. “ Yeah, Tennis. It's not as famous as Soccer but it still offers scholarships.” I nodded. Understanding dawned on me. “ You are saving for college.” “ You guessed correctly. I want to have a backup plan if my scholarship falls.” and he muttered something under his breath, which I could not make sense of.

"An assistant who can walk into your office, shut the door for 'work'? One who comes and goes from our house, sleeps there, leaves disposable underwear in the bathroom? "Or the kind you drop everything for and run to?" He tried to explain, but panic scrambled him. "That time—I was drunk from a business dinner, so... she came to take care of me. Nothing happened, okay? "Please believe me. I just... didn't notice that stuff. "You're the only one in my heart." Those words used to matter. Now? Nothing. Behind me, the attendant called final boarding. I pushed his hand off. "None of that matters anymore. We don't have a future."

I chase him. "Don’t come near me!" he yells, racing toward the other goalpost. "What happened today?" I ask, panting. I haven’t run in a while, but I’m no slacker, if I want to catch him, I won’t lose. He hugs the goalpost, glaring at me. No older than seventeen, always unkempt, hair unbrushed. He makes me want to throw him in a basin of soap and scrub him like a wild dog. "Why were you chasing away all my customers?"

This was not over. Not even close.

The standoff dragged on until Penelope finally spoke. "Ruth, I've never seen my son eat blue cheese. He watches what he eats. Normally, he wouldn't touch something that rich. I know you're having a hard time accepting this, but given the situation..." The more she talked, the heavier my heart felt. So everything Felix's spirit told me had been wrong? Had I gotten my hopes up for nothing? "Ruth, I know you're a good person. But Sienna is my son's fiancée. Some things aren't for us to decide. Let's stick to our agreement, okay? That way this doesn't get ugly, and you don't end up embarrassing yourself."

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.s