To say we were late would be an understatement.More like..."Fashionably late", I narrow my eyes at Jason as he mutters to himself, looking around the room for no one in particular."Yeah right", I scoff.I look around too, nervous about the attention this dress was grabbing slowly as we entered the room; for some reason Clinton's thought still at the back of my head.The possibility of seeing him here with his date still has me on my toes. I don't know what is this game we're playing. I'm not sure if I'm ready to know yet or if I ever even want to know about it. Heck, I'm not even sure how he'll react when he sees Jason as my date.Or maybe in this dress?My subconscious adds and I know I've lost it. My nerves started to kick in, fortunately Jason's arm linked with mine brought just a bit of comfort, enough for me to atleast walk in."Oh would you quit it? I was engaged in a meeting, no thanks to Ethan", he sighs, referring t

My eyes instantly close up at the contact and before I know it, I'm kissing him back.It's fire, desperation, anger, need and want; all in one at the same time. His lips move desperately against mine as I feel his hands cupping my cheeks to pull me even closer if possible.I try to catch up with him while tugging at the lapels of his tux jacket as one of my other hands tug at his hair to pull him closer.It's like I'm a deserter who has been in need of water for days before finally reaching its destination, water.A thirst which just keeps on increasing as we ravish each other's lips.His teeth pulls at my lower lip and I release something between a moan and a whimper which is probably result of all the sensations that are going through my body.God, why have I been avoiding him, again?That's when I knew all logic has left me. But who gave a damn when it felt so good.Until a voice whispered in my head..."No, not her.

I don't remember how long we were there kissing in the parking lot. It was like the world had faded in the background and it was only him. His scent, his touch, everything just made me forget where I was or anything else.My work least of my worries. Nothing. Just me and him. I drowned myself in him, like he was a drug.Though his kisses had turned even more softer and tender after a while as he peppered them down my throat, nipping at the pleasure point between the juncture of my neck and shoulder, eliciting a gasp from me.Making me tighten my fingers around his hair and tug at it gently, wanting him even closer.Breathing harder, pressing closer and nothing but ourselves to tether us to the ground...Then I blink back to myself as my train of thoughts are interrupted by none other than the source of them.Clinton.We had long departured from the McDonald's driveway and to be very honest, my head was still in that parking lot.

Next week arrives with a blur of work and I have a hard time getting a breath.The fact that I had to create a balance in between my secret boyfriend and best friend wasn't helping enough either. Secret boyfriend because paparazzi can't know about us and we would like to avoid any until we actually get caught and Jason can't know that way either. Considering I almost slipped it out to him a bazillion times in a week is no surprise either.By the time weekend arrives, I'm beat. This doesn't stop Liza to drag my ass for clubbing though."God, Liza! Last thing I want to do is party after the week I had. Even a spa at this point would suffice or much better, leave me alone", I exclaim on the phone."That's exactly why I need your ass out in about an hour. I talked to Clinton too and he's ready to kick it, so I don't need any excuses, okay?", she orders."But what-", I start but she hangs up instantly."-about, Jason", I trail off and stare at my

After Clinton had gone, it was hard to not feel mad at Jason. Every time he joked around me, tried to tease me or even try to touch me, I would just get another notch irritated with his presence.Even the ice cream tasted bland. And don't even get me started on the stuff Clinton bought. I had a hard time swallowing it down my throat and not bursting into tears. My face had nearly started to ache from passing out fake smiles all day. All I wanted to do was lash out. I don't know how but we made it till dinner, having watched movies all day. Jason had ordered some pizza because none of us were in the mood to cook despite having sat on our asses all day.We were sprawled in front of my couch, on the carpet. Me on one end and Jason on the other with huge packets of this and that lying around us.We had just finished another movie and I was about to suggest another before Jason switched off t