I needed to meditate on everything that had happened earlier that day.I didn't mind his morbidities so much anymore, were even funny sometimes.Every time he kissed me I didn't want him to stop and I even wanted him to continue to the next level and finally, my chest hurt every time I remembered that he was my boyfriend only to cheat on a thousand to one people who weren't even friends of mine.But I didn't understand why, I didn't know if the feeling was because he wasn't my real "boyfriend" or because I cheated on so many people in one night.Nor did I understand why I liked his kisses so much. Well, he's obviously a good kisser, but I've kissed other men who are also good kissers... although none of them made me feel what this fool did, even if it was just a simple brush.And most disturbing of all, I wasn't bothered by his morbidities! Now I rather thought about it morbidly in my head too.What on earth was going on, me morbid? In what world?Before I met him I was an angel comin
Finally, it was the day of the big party, and we had all woken up early to prepare the house for the guests.More than 200 people were invited, and it was sure to be a total disaster by the end.We set up some plastic tables to place a few appetizers so that people wouldn't get drunk too quickly. We also arranged other tables for the alcohol and plastic cups.We put ribbons on the rooms to let people know they couldn't enter and that if they wanted to hook up or fuck out until they dropped, they could do it on the beach.After setting up the party area, when Ivan finished connecting the speakers, I played some music to get us in the mood, and it worked. By 7 pm, we were done, and all of us had gone to shower and get ready for the party.While I was showering, like it's typical in practically everyone's life, I started thinking about my whole life.I thought about my father and wondered how he was doing. It had been a long time since I talked to him, and I missed him with all my heart.
Ethan's POVIt was just midnight, and from where I stood, I could see that the entire party was out of control. The music was blasting, and people were dancing and drinking like crazy college students.I leaned against the terrace railing of the house.I held a glass that Minerva had prepared for me, with a really strange drink that I couldn't quite decipher, but it tasted good. I always kept an eye on her, watching over her in case any of those stupid drunks dared to touch her.We had set up blue light bulbs on the terrace to make it look like a nightclub or something similar, and to be honest, it looked pretty cool.At that moment, my task was to make sure no one did something stupid like jumping from there into the pool, or perhaps sneaking off for some intimacy like a couple of horny kids caught up in the situation and fueled by alcohol.I sighed once and stretched. I was really bored of having to watch over things and not being able to enjoy the music and alcohol down there, and
POV: MinervaI sat on the bed, still not opening my eyes. My head was pounding like a thousand demons. Everything was eerily quiet, and I had no idea what time it was, or even if days had passed.I opened my eyes and found myself in the room I shared with Ethan. I turned to see if he was still asleep.The room was empty. I groaned due to the headache, and my body ached as if I had run a 50 km marathon.I tried to piece together what had happened on the night of the party. I only remembered being challenged to take shots with Amelia, and then a redhead joined us, someone I had no clue about. After that, I recall dancing and someone approaching me to dance. They led me somewhere, but beyond that, my memory was a blank. Flashes of images came and went, but I couldn't tell if they were real or just products of my vivid imagination.I looked at my body and saw I was still wearing my swimsuit, but my dress was strewn beside the bed. The swimsuit was slightly askew, and my hair was a mess.
Several hours ago...Minerva was sitting on top of me, she had me completely laid down and she wouldn't stop kissing me and whispering various "please" to get me to do what she was asking for.I had to make a quick decision.If I made love to her right then and there as she was requesting, I would run the risk of her not remembering who she lost her virginity to, which was important to her. Additionally, there was a possibility that if I did what she was asking, she might later accuse me of raping her, and that would be a serious problem.Despite wanting her in my arms for over a week and longing to make her mine over and over again, she was now offering herself to me on a silver platter. If she had led me to that room, it was because she wanted to be with me, right?It was the perfect opportunity, no one would interrupt us."Ethan, please," she leaned on the mattress to see me. She had a puppy face. She was begging me!I couldn't resist that face. I grabbed her waist and lifted her,
"Isabela? Are you awake already?" Amelia's voice could be heard behind the door.Ethan let me down and stopped kissing me, looking at me with a mix of disappointment and impatience.I couldn't help but smile and gave him another quick kiss on his lips. I grabbed my dress and put it back on, then headed towards the door and opened it."Yes, I'm awake. What's going on?" I noticed a lot of seriousness on my friend's face."Come downstairs, we need to talk."I glanced at Ethan and he shrugged, not understanding what was happening.When we reached the living room, Ivan was sitting at the bar and Amy was standing next to him, both with worried expressions.I looked at them puzzled, ignoring the fact that the house was a mess."Don't you see something different? Like something's missing?" I looked around and saw that besides the fact that the house was a complete mess, with food and glasses scattered all over the floor, the pool was dirty and there were bottles everywhere. I hadn't realized
The journey to the house was short and uncomfortable. I felt like everyone was looking at me strangely because of my facial expression.Yes, they could imagine how I was. Upset, hurt, astonished, deep down. I was happy that I found my friend safe, but more than anything, I was angry.When we reached the car, I was the first to enter the house.I hurried to my room and threw myself onto the bed, burying my head in the pillows. I didn't want to see anyone, nor did I want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be alone.How was this possible? Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot who, besides cheating on me with a friend, comes back to find someone else? Wasn't Barbara enough for him?Damn it, how I hated men. They all had to be this stupid and disrespectful to women, of course. But if you treated them badly, then they'd chase after you, right? I was never an advocate for treating a man poorly, no matter what.Well, yes, Ethan was an exception.But
"Minnie?" he called me again, as I wasn't giving him my full attention."Don't call me that," I frowned slightly in displeasure. Only people I held in very high regard could call me that."I'm sorry," he put his hands in his pockets and lowered his gaze."What do you want, Henry?" I crossed my arms and looked at him seriously.He's so good at playing the victim, damn it."I already told you, I want to talk," he looked into my eyes."For what?""I'd like to make amends for my mistake," I saw he was about to say more, but I interrupted him."And you think words fix everything? That's your problem, Henry, you think that by giving someone a puppy-dog face and saying sorry, you can fix everything. But it's been eight damn months, I've changed, I couldn't care less about what you say. I know they're just lies," I felt relieved that my voice remained steady and serious.I stared at him intently, I could tell my words hit him because he couldn't hold my gaze. He still stood a few inches away