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19. Bryanna
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Always 20. Nathan
Fuck, she's ....I struggle to find a word that will describe her because I don't want to sound too sentimental and risking it look like something it isn't. Because it is. Not a thing.I know, I know. I still have her lips locks with mine and I'm still groping every curve I can reach of her sinful body. But, that doesn't mean I owe her anything, right? Despite the texting, swapping saliva, and touching, we were just playing, accompanying each other. Nothing serious, really.I like her, sure. I like her beauty, man, who didn't? Just look at that big hazel pools of hers, shine with such innocence. Like the world hadn't sinked its poisonous talons on her and showed her what the real world was all about.Maybe that's true, considering her perfect upbringing. The true American princess.And, hadn't you see those curves? Wrapped in that dark red dress? Clinging to her body on the right places, the flare compliments her fucking perfect hips.Come fucking on, don't tell me you don't want a p
Always 21. Nathan
Fuck. That was ... that was ... that was .... Fuck.What we do just now was ... wow.I ... I have had a lot of experiences—I told you I wasn't a liar, nor am I a coward who couldn't admit he likes casual sex, but, in the scale from one to ten, the sex we had was eleven. Man!We're both still laying on the couch, chest heaving from the sexercise—yes, that's a word, my word. Clothes littered the floor around this fucking big ass sofa. Now I know why these rich people liked to buy the kind of luxury. It's comfortable. It's spacious. It's useful.If you get my drift.Oh, man. I have to get one after I sign my contract. Fuck, yes!"So." We said it simultaneously. I look to my left, to the woman who gave me the best sexperience—what? That's a word. You know, mine. She is trying to hide her nakedness with her arm and hand.I chuckle at her failed attempt of modesty.She giggles at her own silliness. She then uses those hands to hid her face. I don't know what she is trying to do, hiding fro
Always 22. Bryanna
I wake up to his empty side of bed and a note on his pillow. I know I sound too attached already, but, why do you care? It will be his side and his pillow from now on. ‘Head to the studio. Thanks for dinner. N’ Thanks for dinner? Is he serious? Thank you for the best night of my life! I feel my cheeks—no, all of my body—heating, remembering the memories of last night. Holy moly, Batman! Nate was … he was … incredible.Sigh. It’s a shame I couldn’t wake up to him beside me but I’m quite sure we’ll have more chances in the future. Right now, he’s focusing on his dream. And I have to support that. Yes, I will be a supportive girlfriend for him. Oh my God. I couldn’t believe I just said that! I did, didn’t I? Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. I’m Nate’s girlfriend. I’m the girlfriend of Nathaniel Moore. Nate is my boyfriend! Double sigh. I really, really, really like the sound of that. Blissfully, I float through the apartment in attempt to prepare myself for work. With mo
Always 23. Bryanna
What do I have to tell my brother? It seems unlikely to confess to Adrian that I forgot our family tradition because of a man. A special one to me, but still … a man. “Ng … I …,” I stutter, “I … I had … something that day,” I stupidly and weakly lie to him.Silence.He knows I’m lying. Of course he knows.“I … I … I forgot.”Another few beats of silence.Another exhale. Shit. He probably has an idea of what—or who—was the thing I had that day. No, he absolutely knows. What the heck am I gonna do? Anxiety courses through my vein. What will he do? Adrian exhales one more time. Maybe he’s trying to calm himself. “Fine,” he says at last. “I’ll be back in the city on Friday. You’d better be home on Sunday, you hear me?” He uses his big brother voice, commanding and terrifying as fuck. It’s making me more nervous. He rarely used it. I quickly promise, “I will.”“Call mom anytime soon. You didn’t hear the sadness in her voice, Bug.”Adrian’s weakness is the women in his life, his family.
Always 24. Bryanna
I’m surprised by the buzz on my hand.Yeah, good girlfriends don’t cling to their boyfriends, they clings to their phones. How about that? My heart deflates after seeing Adrian’s name on the screen for the millionth time since Thursday. He called, he texted, constantly, just to remind me of our family Sunday dinner that I missed once. Once! For God’s sake, just once!Ugh! This is NOT the perks of having a perfectionist and bordering control freak sibling. And this is sooo freaking exasperating. I’m not stupid. And I am not planning on repeating my mistake again. He just have to trust me, that asshole brother of mine.Adrian : *I’m on my way home. You need a ride?* Do I want to sacrifice myself and jump into a pool full of hungry man eating piranhas? Was my first time sex experience satisfying? Am I gonna trap myself in a car with him? The answer to all those questions is no, no and hard freaking NO! Screw him. I don’t want to ride with him right now. Bryanna : *Nope.*Adrian : *O
Always 25. Bryanna
I try to hold the tremble in my voice. “Mama—” “Yeah, OUR mother is so fucking devastated her baby girl couldn’t keep her fucking promise, again. And make that double because so is dad now,” he cuts my words, and my feeling. I bite my trembling lips.“And for what, huh?” Adrian continues. “For some popstar wanna be who left after he got what he wanted?”Ouch. That stings, because everything is, right now. “Wh-what are y-you talking a-about?” In the middle of this … devastation, I still have to protect my boyfriend’s virtue in front of him. Or, at least, trying to. He chuckles bitterly. “Don’t play dumb, Bryanna. I have my suspicion. And what I just saw confirmed it.” I can’t help but feeling a little hurt when he keeps calling me with my name. I feel like I no longer his bugging little sister he loved so much. Ad takes a step closer to me and leans down. “I saw he left the building, Bryanna. He was lucky we didn’t cross path or I will fucking strangle that piece of shit!” He sp
Always 26. Lincoln
"Well, look what the cat had dragged in," I say to my best friend as he plops down his body on the stool across from me. "Something wet and smell." Raising my brows, I add, "Like a bad lay."Adrian just huffs and finger combs his hair. Okay, then. I turn to grab a top shelf brand of liquor and pour him a glass. Usually, all he need to wind down or wash the "taste" after not so stellar rolling in the sack was whiskey neat.He lets out another huff and tugs at the end of his hair. My brows are raising even higher. They're almost on the line of my hair now. Is he seriously ignoring the drink? Well .... "I fucked up." This wasn't what I was expecting. My best friend huffs again. Okay, this seems pretty bad. Leaning down, I put my arms on the table, fingers intertwines with each other. I look at him—really look—for the first time since he arrived. The blue t-shirt, black leather jacket, denim jeans he wears is impeccable as ever. No suit, because today is Sunday. And Sunday means f
Always 27. Bryanna
I spent the night tossing and turning. All of the negative emotions kept my eyes wide open. Sadness, anger, hurt, and guilt. So much guilt. Then, with the over bearing guilt came shame. I am ashamed of what I did to mom. I am ashamed of what I said to Adrian.I slept like shit. It's no rocket science to figure out my mood is wrecked in the morning.Fuck, I don't want to come to work like this.Actually, I don't want to do anything today. I want to .... I text Remi to inform her I won't be coming in to the office and ask her to forward any important emails to my personal account. I also text another person but he didn't reply. Maybe he's busy at the studio already. Okay, then. Surprise visit it is. So, on the hunt of some distraction, in the search of a good way to forget, I head to the only place I could get it. After putting on a plausible amount of make up to hide the shame and its tracks—as known as the purple bag under my eyes, I walk out of my apartment a little after twelve.
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