~Cali~
Gio is sick. Poor thing was shivering the entire night, and I couldn’t even bring him to the hospital. If I take him there, they will throw a lot of questions about who he is. I know nothing about him apart from he’s good looking, amazing in bed, sweet and irresistible.
Apparently, the beach where I spent my morning yesterday is in front of Gio’s cabin. The place looks oddly familiar, though. I can’t point where or when I saw this place, but it felt as if I’ve been here before.
‘I want more with you,’ Gio kept mumbling until he almost fainted on the beach. Good thing his place is close and I could get him here before he passed out.
He looks pretty exhausted. I am curious as hell about what happened to his mom and sister, but I know I can’t ask that from him. T
~Cali~“Gio…” I poked his ears, “baby bear,” his nose, “babe,” his lips. He grabbed my fingers, pushing it away from his face.He was mad at me, so mad that he ended up cooking pasta puttanesca for me. It’s nice to know that we both have that drive to turn into cooking when we’re lost or thinking deeply. But I hate this silent treatment.“Buonissimo culo,” I groaned. (yummy ass)It’s been half a day, and he’s still mad at me. What can I do? I haven’t met a person in my life who doesn’t know the difference between Cinderella and Rapunzel. Even my dad can distinguish the two Princesses.I finished eating my food minutes ago, and Gio just
Hi Babes, how are you doing tonight / today? So, the next chapter is called ‘Almost Paradise’ ;) I know, such a cliche one. We’re going to say goodbye to Gio in the next chapter and there’s that time skip again. We’re entering Cali and Evan’s world out of the island. I’ll apologize now, I won’t be able to update tomorrow night. I’m not feeling well since yesterday, and I don’t think I can function well. This last chapter is shaky, but please stay. It’ll get better and bumpier ;) haha, love you, babes. Anyway, I hope you’re still enjoying the ride. There’s more to come and I hope you’ll continue to support my babies. Much Love, Ljxx ~~
~Cali~ The anticipation is killing me. My chest feels so full, as if the air I’m breathing thickened I’m finding it hard to inhale. The throbbing of my heart is louder than the wheezing breeze from Carlisle Bay. My clammy palms rest on Gio’s chest, clutching tightly on his dress shirt as I wait for his declaration. His honey eyes regarded me in a tender gaze before he spoke, “Giovanni is my middle name-“ The ringing of his phone cut him off. Gio’s eyes fluttered close, a groan leaving his lips. “It’s given to me by my biological-“ the annoying phone rang again. This time, he couldn’t just ignore it. His brows knitted together after taking it out of his pocket, and I took it as a sign to give him some privacy. “Answer it.
~Cali~ There are moments since that day when I question my actions. I should’ve stayed and asked him what the call was about, or at least gave him the night and waited for him to tell me about it himself. I regret leaving like that, like a runaway princess that I already am. Every time there’s a new article about him, about his company, I can’t stop looking because I am curious if it’ll have an announcement about his marriage. But I read nothing about it. Even about that child. I want to ask him now, but what face do I have? None. I chicken out, so I settled on moving forward with m
~Cali~ ‘When will you stop running away, Princess?’ My slippers’ silent taps echoing as I follow a hazy, invisible catwalk while I keep chewing on my lip. It’s midnight and all I could do is stare at his face - painting of his face. I couldn’t sleep. I’m wide awake as an owl, a bloody battle taking place in my thoughts. He’s staring back at me, honey eyes watching while I’m suffering in my own impulsive actions. All he does is smile, that annoying sexy smirk of his that I can’t push out of my head. No matter how much time I put into hating that gorgeous face, I just can’t. I’m going mad. He must’ve seen me earlier. “Why?” I asked out loud, not knowing what I really meant wit
~Cali~ My heart hummed at the sweet melody of his voice. He’s here, right behind me. I can sense it, the intensity of his gaze burning holes in the back of my head. “Fuck off, Carter,” honestly, I couldn’t care less about what Dixon is saying, or about my computer that will probably need a hard disk saving by now. I don’t want to be here, but I want to be here. I’m going mad. My heart is going crazy. It wants to come out of my body and jump to the owner of that voice. However, my feet have other plans. My hands clutched the lining of my coat, shivers drowning me. It was instinct that had my feet moving away from him, not wanting
~Cali~ Days went on after that brief encounter I had with him. He left me confused, wondering what the hell his problem was. I waited for his email, or for any gift from him - anything - but none came. It’s like he never existed in my life again. Maybe he’s still mad about his pained nuts. Or he realized how much of a lame lay I am, how hard it is to understand me. I don’t even understand myself; how can I expect him to understand me? I hate feeling like this. ~~ It’s almost time for me to get ready for the first launch of Ren’s label. Yet here I am, with a hazy mind from hanging upside down from my bed. The blood rushing in the wrong way is not good for my brain cells. His
~Evan~ I’ve been watching her all night since she arrived with her father. Such a beauty she is. I willed myself not to drink tonight, needing my head to be clear of alcohol influence when I talk to her - try to talk to her. The little black dress she has on further enhanced her creamy skin. She showed enough skin on her chest, back and legs for every man’s mouth in this function hall to water with the sight of her. My hands balled on my side, needing to wipe their lustful glare at my Princess. Devin’s words are turning into an unbreakable prophecy. Now that I learned who she is, how perfect her life compared to my shitty one - how perfect she is - made me want her more. I’m not worthy of her, I know this, but I need her in my life, but am I willing to ask her to fight for me?