After crying for almost two hours in the rain, and at Aiden's place, now I don't even remember he was my boyfriend in the past. I am not feeling any hurt and pain. I heard people don't even like talking to other people after their break-ups. I am not feeling anything like that. Maybe, I wasn't in love that's why, or maybe because Aiden never treated me well. I was crying because of losing the challenge from Ethan, but now I am not even feeling the same pain I felt a few hours ago. Ethan is not laughing at me as I anticipated, because I have lost the challenge. I think I always misunderstood him. He's not that bad. As my phone starts ringing, my hands reach for my phone in my bag. It's Aiden. I don't want to talk to him. I end the call, but it starts ringing again and again. Getting frustrated by his calls, I block his number from everywhere.I step towards the table adjacent to the bed and place my phone on it. In the whole room, there's not a single picture of Ethan. I remember he
Running away from there, I reach downstairs again, weeping constantly from this agony. I don't want to face Ethan anymore. It is hard to digest that we both liked each other, but we both never tried to confess. The wet shirt clings to my body, heavy and soaked through. I shiver and sob uncontrollably, feeling the cold seep into my bones and heart heavy with pain. My wet long hair clings to my wet body, water dripping from it. Each breath I take is shaky, my chest tightening with each shiver. My body is shivering, not just because of getting drenched in rain, but because of my overwhelming emotions. I wrap my arms around my body, trying to calm down and seek some warmth, but it is no use. Tears mingle with rain water dripping from my hair on my face. It is feeling like a heavy weight pressing down my chest, making it hard to breathe. I feel broken, alone, and foolish. Why hadn't he told sooner? Why did I waste so much time over that idiot Aiden? I feel a hand gripping around my ar
Tangling my fingers in Ethan's wet hair, I pull him for a kiss—a wild kiss. I am biting the poor boy's lips, kissing hungrily. He is kissing too, but my gentleman is not biting my lips. “Wild cat…” he murmurs. I chuckle at his words. “Were you expecting a shy girl?” I cock my brows. Slipping the straps down from my shoulders, I throw my bra away.He shakes his head. “Not at all.” Wrapping his arms around my waist, Ethan pulls me closer, trailing warm and soft kisses all over my neck. I struggle to catch a breath. “I love your boldness,” he whispers.Feeling my nipples tightening more by each passing second, I feel like crying. “Ethan, my breasts…” I mumble, gasping for air. Trailing down to my breasts, his lips circle around my nipple. A soft moan escapes my mouth. The first lick is electric, sending waves of pleasure in my body. My fingers tingle in his damp hair, pulling him closer to me. His touch works like magic on my body. He continues sucking my breasts, making me moan in
Embracing him in a tight hug, we both kiss each other. He starts trailing kisses all over my collarbone. Kissing my neck for a few minutes, he lowers his head down below my belly. Gasping for air, I arch my back as his lips find my soft spot between my thighs. The first lick sends waves of pleasure in my body. My hands clutch on the bed sheet as tight as it can. My pulse quickens and tears brim in my eyes as he continues his teasings, making me moan again and again. With a slight force, he enters his fingers. I cry out in pleasure, arching my back as his fingers work like magic. As a knot forms in my stomach, I feel more impatient. My moans grow louder. “What the heck are you doing to my body, Ethan?” I cry out. Tears trickle down my eyes, as my whole body tenses. A warmth spreads between my thighs, building something deep inside me. My breath fastens more and more. “Ethan…I am feeling scared. Please, stop this. Something is happening,” I sob. “Let it happen, Belle,” he says, hi
As I gain consciousness, I witness Ethan sleeping peacefully in between my legs, hugging my waist tightly, his head laying on my stomach. On the spacious king-sized bed, he seems completely at ease. How peaceful it is to see him like this! I can literally stare at this guy for my whole life. My hands tangle in his hair, I begin to caress his hair, feeling at peace and happiness. In this moment, everything feels perfect, and I'm filled with an overwhelming joy and contentment. Leaning his head back, Ethan stares into my eyes with his sleepy eyes. His lips curl into a smile. I grin back. Crawling to me, he lays beside me, pulling the blanket up to our waists; and pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist, giving a soft peck on my forehead. I feel at ease, our bodies half covered. I lay my head on his chest, caressing his silver cross pendant that he always wears. His grip tightens around my waist. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shut my eyes, drifting into a deep
I don't know why I let my guard down last night. I can't let that happen again. I can't trust him, or myself, to let my emotions take over my mind again. I need to put my walls back up. I need to guard up and protect myself. You are a drama queen, Belle. You always act whenever needed. Did you forget that? Today's the same as other days. Just start your drama. Act as if you don't care. Act as if you are not embarrassed…even when you are. Act as if the last night was just the result of your sexual desires and does not mean anything to you. All you have to do is just…act. Putting the same badass bitch facade on my face—which I always put to hide the real emotions on my face, I turn to see Mr. Wilson. There's an evil smirk on his face; and my eyes land on the red purple marks on his neck, that is obviously given by me. “Why did you slam the door?” I growl.“So that you don't run away from here,” he retorts. “Move your hand. I need to go.”“I won't. I need you to eat something and ta
After reaching the dorm room, I don't see Emily here. She might have gone somewhere. Thankfully, she isn't here. I want to be alone for a while. I need some time to process whatever is happening to me. Throwing my bag, phone, and the bouquet on the bed, as I try to sit, I wince. My lower back is aching badly. I've eaten outside; I can take pills now. I swallow the pills with water; and then, my eyes land on the bouquet again. Why did I not throw it somewhere? Why does it hurt me to hurt him? Do I have feelings for Ethan? “It's too early to consider it as love, but too late to consider it as nothing,” I murmur to myself, as I pick up the bouquet again in my arms, my tears trickle down from my eyes. It hurts me when I hurt you, Ethan. Why can't you just leave me alone? I am not ready to develop any deep, intense feelings for anyone. I don't know if you truly love me or not. Even if you do, I still don't want to be with you. I don't want any more drama. I know you are the same like
As I look in the mirror I see myself, standing in my undergarments, I couldn't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? When I was a kid, I wanted to be a model because I used to think that I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back and say that I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys and then a girl took birth at their home. They did every possible thing they could do to keep her alive and gave her name 'Belle' because she was beautiful—so much beautiful for them. And yeah that would obviously be me. I'm Belle Dubois and I'm just lik