As Aiden finally pulls apart, breaking the kiss, he kisses my forehead gently, and wipes my tears. “I told you, I can't see your tears. It hurts me,” he blurts out. A soft smile appears on my face, hearing his words. Aiden turns slightly to his father, his gaze unwavering. “I think you've seen the future,” he says. Mr. Allen is just glaring into Aiden's eyes, fuming in rage. “If I wouldn't have come here, you'd be behind the bars,” his father states. “Then go. I'll go to jail,” Aiden says. I turn my face to Aiden, furrowing my brows. Why is he saying all this now? Does he want to cause more trouble for himself? Idiot!Both father and son are glaring into each other's eyes, their jaws tense. “Officers…” Mr. Allen says aloud. “I need to get my son out of here,” he says firmly, his voice commanding attention. The officer, terrified by his father's authority, nods and begins the process of releasing Aiden, while Aiden's father and brother steps outside, without saying anything furth
“Belle…please, listen to me. Open the door.” Aiden is begging me to open the door, apologizing for his behavior, but neither I open the door nor reply to him. Lost in my thoughts, I cry until I drift into a deep slumber. With a loud thud, I flinch and open my eyes. The city lights shimmering like stars in the skyline view of Aiden's room's glass wall. I rub sleep from my eyes and settle on my feet. “Belle…are you listening to me? Please, open the door. You are scaring me now.” Aiden's voice guards me off. Turning the door's knob, I open the door slowly. My eyes meet Aiden's eyes. He's sitting across the room threshold, tears brimming in his eyes. Settling on his feet, he steps towards me, shedding his tears. “I'm sorry. Forgive me,” he demands, cupping my face. Tears well up in my eyes, as I gently push him away. “You always say sorry, Aiden, and you always end up doing the very same thing. This time I'm feeling like ending our relationship,” I murmur, my voice tremblin
Next day, in the evening, I come back to the dorm, witnessing Aiden's demeanor last night. It was hard for me to confide in Aiden, but I did. I told him that I'll take care of myself and if anything happens, then I'll inform him. Only then, he let me come back here. It would be better if we don't live under the same roof as for now. I know he hurt me unwillingly, but still, if he does it again, I'll surely end the relationship then; and I truly don't want to end it. Not for now…at least. I still have hope that things will be fine, our relationship will become just like it used to be, happy and peaceful. And, the other reason is, I don't want to be intimate with him. I'm not sure if I want that or not in our relationship. The thing that scares me most, is losing my virginity with the very wrong person. At least as a classy girl, I don't want to end up giving my virginity to any random boy. Guy should earn that. I don't know about other girls’ boyfriends, but my man has to earn me. “
Placing my personal diary back into the drawer, I turned off the lamp and lay down in my bed. Just then, I heard a low knocking sound at my door. Who is it at this late? I should check. Standing up from the bed, I step towards the door. As I open the door, I witness Ethan standing in front of me. My jaw drops.So, now I've started imagining him apart from dreaming about him. Fuck! I've completely lost my mind. “Why am I imagining you?” I murmur to myself, tilting my head slightly to my shoulder. “Because I am here,” he retorts. Widening my eyes, I tilt my head back to straight. “What!” I shout. He places his hand on my mouth and enters the room. Closing the door quietly, he pins me against the door, his hand still over my mouth. I'm staring at his face with my widened eyes; he glances at my whole dorm room, and then stares into my eyes.Pushing him away, I yell in a low growl, “Why are you here?” “Call Aiden, and break up with him,” he demands, glaring into my eyes. “Seriously
After that night, I didn't see Ethan again. Because of the suspension, I was not attending classes; and I was also not going outside the dorm room. I needed to heal my wound as soon as possible; and it has healed in a week, as it was just a minor cut. Now, I am getting ready to attend today's class, after a whole week. I have to face Ethan again. The asshole is in the same section as mine. The thing that frustrates me is, I have to face him in the classroom. I don't understand how Ethan managed to enter my room that night. Did no one notice him? It's strange. Does he not feel scared of anyone?Wearing high waist straight leg jeans, paired with button down crop top, and medium size pump heels, I march towards the classroom. My feet come to a stop seeing Ethan in front of me. All of a sudden, I recall everything he told me that night. How jealous he was feeling just because Aiden kissed me! If he can feel this much jealousy just because of a kiss; if I have sex with Aiden, how will h
I am constantly cursing Ethan in my mind, burying my head in the pillow. I truly hate that guy. Just then, pulling me back to the present, my phone buzzes. My hands reach for my phone, to see the notification. What if it's Aiden's text? As I glance at the phone screen, my lips curl into a smile. It's Aiden, as I've anticipated. His text is: “Today is dad's birthday. There's a party. Get ready in the evening. I'll pick you up.” After that station incident, the things Aiden's brother said about me, I don't like him at all, and don't want to go there, but for Aiden, I can do anything. If he wants me to accompany him, I will do that then. “I'll get ready,” I text back. In the evening, I dress up, wearing a bodycon (highlighting my skinny hourglass figure) sparkly spaghetti straps high side slit long gown, in black color which is backless, paired with diamond jewelry like earrings and a bracelet, along with glamorous ankle strap heels, tying my hair in a bun, letting two strands of
The Grand Ballroom at the upscale hotel is buzzing with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as we enter, shimmering with soft lighting and elegant decor. As I feel someone's intense gaze on me, my eyes look for the person, and instantaneously land on Mr. Ethan Wilson, adorned in a black tuxedo, black shirt (the first three buttons are open), paired with black leather shoes, along with his silver cross pendant in his neck and analog watch as always; and his wavy deep brown long hair falling on his face, shining in the soft lighting. Small silver rings gleam from his earlobe. His mouth opens, locking his eyes with mine. He's stunned by seeing me. My own body responds to his gaze, my breathing increasing. Why does he show up everywhere I go? Does he follow me or something like that? The more I look into his dark brown eyes, the more I get lost. These eyes scream how much he wants to have me, and it threatens me everytime, the desire in his eyes that demands to be sati
Jason leaves my hand in a hurry, while I turn quickly to see Aiden, forgetting about the pain I have felt a few seconds ago. His brows furrowed seeing me with Jason. Choking with emotions, I step towards him. “Aiden…Belle was just talking to me. We were not doing anything intimate,” Jason murmurs, like an innocent asshole.Pressing my teeth, I turn to Jason, a wave of disgust washes over me. “What! What did you say?” “I am telling him that we were just talking,” Jason says, a bitter smile spreads on his face. Truly disgusting! I understand very well what he wants to do. Turning back to Aiden, my eyes narrowed. His icy glare is piercing my soul. “Aiden…you believe me. Right!? Listen…” Before I can complete my sentence, he turns and leaves from there, not uttering a single word to me. My anger grows more, as Jason's evil chuckle passes through my ears. Storming towards Jason, I land a wild slap on his cheek again, leaving my hand’s imprint on his cheek. And then, I run behind Ai