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Maybe it would cool down the storm brewing inside me. How the hell did I manage to spin that story so fast? I didn’t even know what I said half the time. Dennis was too confused to catch the lies, and maybe, just maybe, he’s still in love with me. It would be so nice if he still does, that would make things so easy because he’s all I have left now. My final card in this stupid game I’m playing with fate.

He turned away from me while running his hand—the one I bit—through his hair. "This will all be over," he began, his gaze returning to my face, "in four months." I swallowed softly. "Then I'll marry Vanessa." My heart shattered. The tears started to fall before I could stop them, my vision blurring rapidly. "What about me?" God, I was such a fool… why had I ever thought he’d grow to love me? My voice was small, like that of a timid mouse. "I will make sure you get a sizable alimony, one enough to allow you to disappear."

] Only Ian Zander, my lover, whom I once trusted, picked up. "Help me, Ian… I can't…" I begged. However, he replied with an unfriendly voice. "Stop pretending, Winona. It's Winnie's sweet sixteenth birthday today. She only gets this once in her life. Do you have to ruin it for her? I promised to make it up to you with a gift." I laughed weakly as I thought, 'Make it up to me?' There would never be a chance for Ian to make it up to me again.

Even money can’t buy happiness. Both sighed sadly and said together, “Love is cruel.” Minutes passed and both went deeply in thought of their loved ones. Lisa shook her head and saw the time on the wall clock. It’s past eleven, too late. While chatting with Augustus, she didn’t realize the time at all. She said hurriedly, “it’s too late, I should go.” And stood up. Just then something warm and strong held her wrist. She turned and looked it was Augustus. She frowned then Augustus said in a deep voice.

He went silent, but just as I was about to hang up, he spoke again, his voice strained and almost breaking. “I’m sorry. I really am. I… I really do love you. Can you give me another chance?” I paused for a second before saying, “It’s too late.”

That night, I stood on the balcony and let the freezing wind whip through me until morning. It was then I finally understood— He didn’t love me anymore.

Doesn't she know how to fall in love with someone without acting so loud about it? She's an amateur and so are her feelings and expressions. Her cheeks flushed with redness and she felt embarrassed. But then before she could find words to rebuffed it, Fred spoke. “I'm sorry to go raw about it. I couldn't help it, it slipped out of my lips. But you have feelings for him, we both know about it. I have observed that for a while now and it is getting louder by the day. It's alright to fall in love with Andre Miss Camella. That dude is the best thing that can happen to any woman. Jasmine left him, not because he was a bad guy but because she found a richer guy.

With that, I felt the warmth flowing down my cheeks. He's gone. It's over. I said as I started to cry. "I just love you too damn much, playboy." That will never change. I love you, always. Goodbye. ---THE END OF MUST DATE THE PLAYBOY--- Background Music: Love's To Blame by Joel & Luke. Hope I can hear from you soon. Please follow me on twitter and F******k so that we can interact. Thank you! =) F******K FANPAGE = Notjustarandomgirl

"But I no longer love you. It doesn’t matter what you want, because it's already too late." "No, it's... it's not too late! Even though you used hypnosis to forget your love for me, you still have some feelings for me, don't you?! Otherwise, you wouldn't have donated your liver to me a second time!" If he truly felt nothing for her, he could have just ignored her! He didn’t have to jeopardize his health to save her!

“ I turned fully to face him. "Why you broke up with me five years ago? Why you wasted three fucking years of my life? Why you choose your family over me?!“ I demanded. “Myles, you had all the time in the world for the past five years. Five years! You think you deserve a chance?“ I added. “It's too late.“ His expression changed. His lips parted, but nothing came out. His hand went slack around my wrist. I pulled free and rubbed the spot where his fingers had been.