"That's what you think? If it were really like that, he wouldn't have left me the way he did!" I was trying my best not to raise my voice too much because I knew we were in a public place, but hearing him say those things was making my blood boil completely.Daniel sighed, growing impatient."Fine, don't do it for him, then. Do it for me and my mother. Forget he's my brother..." he looked at me seriously."As if it were that easy," I interrupted."It's impolite to interrupt people while they're speaking," he gave me a stern look.How the hell did he expect me to forget the fact that they were family when they spoke almost identically?"I'm sorry," I said reluctantly."Go as if you were a social worker, telling him he needs to be there for his family and that he's doing wrong by leaving us.""I'd be meddling in a family matter.""No, you wouldn't, because the problem is related to you, so you're practically getting to the heart of the issue, talking to him, and everything's solved!" h
We had arrived at the club, and the music was deafening, with bass that resonated in my stomach.We had been at the party for about two hours. If I were a party person, I would say the show was great, but I didn't feel that way.I had danced a couple of songs with my friends, and, of course, several men had approached me to dance, but I trusted very few of them enough to let my body move with theirs.Whenever they played songs I liked, like they did just now with Daft Punk's "One More Time," I got all excited and danced with everyone I encountered. The music intoxicated me, making me want to dance, and I didn't care if they pressed their bodies against mine. I was having a relatively good time.I was having fun, but it wasn't the same sense of enjoyment as being at home with a pijama party and the 15 cats I would soon be living with.A while ago, my friends had disappeared into the crowd.I had sat at the bar to get some fresh air because my feet were killing me. I ordered a glass of
"Excuse me?" He looked at me confused, but I knew he was pretending to be clueless.Both he and I knew perfectly well why I had this attitude. We both knew that at that moment, even though I loved him with all my heart, he wasn't my favorite person."I understand that because of the contract, you can't be with me, and you're in a delicate situation with your family where you need money, I understand that perfectly. But why didn't you have the courage to tell me?" I stared into his eyes. "Instead of leaving my house like that and letting me find out through my father that you had left me for a stupid apprenticeship at the company... It's not fair, Ethan. I didn't deserve that."Emotions welled up in me. I felt overwhelmed, exhausted, annoyed, hurt. Everything I hadn't told anyone, everything I had rehearsed not to say to him, had all come out the wrong way.I needed to vent, and for some strange reason, my brain thought that this moment would be perfect. My words didn't waver for a mom
"That apartment shared space with two more doors. He opened the door, and this time he didn't even look at me to silently ask if I wanted to come in; instead, he pushed me inside his house. I complained and moved away from him, entering reluctantly.The house was completely dark; I could barely see some things thanks to the moonlight filtering through the windows.It was a super small apartment, but at least it had the basic things for living."Nice place," I said, looking at the furniture absentmindedly."Thank you," Ethan tried to approach me, but I moved away as soon as I felt his closeness.I headed for the sofa, and just before my back touched the fabric, he yelled, "What are you doing?" I almost burst out laughing at his expression."What? What? I'm just going to sit down," I straightened up immediately."After rolling in the trash? I don't think so," he crossed his arms."I rolled in it? Yes, of course! Because you don't smell like garbage, right?" I raised my voice, annoyed, a
I made a gesture with my hand for him to go check on the food peacefully. I started pouring and counted 6 seconds in my head.1...2...3...4...Why did he have to be so handsome? With that smile and those eyes. Or why did he have to be such a good kisser? God, his kisses made you forget everything around you. And his body, holy mother, I would never tire of seeing it.His well-defined abdomen and his strong arms, as if they invited you to hold onto that arm for all eternity, and his footballer's legs. Or his face itself, with that hypnotizing and charming smile he had, or his eyes,God, I would never find eyes as perfect as his, so penetrating and captivating. Although you could say it was my first time with someone worth doing it for.I wish I could just forget everything and tell him to go to his room right now... I shook my head and returned to reality. I was still pouring detergent into the washing machine.Where did I leave off? Ah, right. 5... and 6.I left the box where Ethan h
"I'm not important to you, am I?" I muttered, allowing the pain in my chest to consume me.I had an overwhelming urge to cry. I felt foolish for having fallen in love with my bodyguard, knowing that he only saw me as a spoiled brat."What did you say?" he asked with a furrowed brow."Nothing, forget it," I shook my head repeatedly.I made a motion to get off, and he stopped me, looking into my eyes with a hint of concern that only made the pain worse."I think I need to go home now," my voice came out steady, although inside, I was crumbling."What?!" he furrowed his brow even more, disbelieving."You won't make me stay here," I tried to break free from his grip. "I've figured it all out, don't worry.""What? What do you mean?""I mean I've figured out your plan," I said, getting serious and clenching my fists at my sides. "You got what you wanted from me, and now I'm useless to you, right?"His face showed total astonishment, and for a moment, I saw anger in his eyes. But he closed h
Ethan's POVMine looked at me with such compassion that it almost made me want to give in and tell her everything, but I knew I couldn't.If I did, I could never be with her again.I turned away from her gaze and looked the other way. I felt like a coward, a wretch for allowing someone to keep me away from the woman I loved.From the moment I thought I saw her at the bar of that club, my heart had been racing. I hadn't planned to go, even though Frank had begged me to. In my innermost thoughts, I convinced myself that I should thank him. It had been so long since I had seen her, and I fantasized about seeing her so often that I no longer knew if it was a trick of my subconscious, reminding me every chance it got that seeing her was what I yearned for most in this world.Minerva looked so spectacular in that dress, so provocative. Seeing her that way reminded me that I had made the right decision with that contract.I knew why her father did it; he had his overprotective reasons for do
Minerva's POVI felt a breeze sweep across my entire body, waking me up in a very lazy manner.I lifted my head and glanced out of the corner of my eye to find that the sheet that should have covered me was not there. I turned over and saw Ethan sleeping in a rather uncomfortable position for his neck.I couldn't help but laugh and covered us again with the sheet that had fallen to the floor.I noticed the sun shining through the window even though the blinds were down. I looked at the wall clock, which read 12:15 pm. I lay my head back on the pillow when memories of my friends and my father caught me off guard.I sat up in bed, desperate."Ethan, wake up! We overslept!" I stumbled out of his bed and rushed to the bathroom.He simply shifted. After using the bathroom, I rushed to find my clothes. Thankfully, they were already dry and ready to be worn. I hurried back to his room.Ethan was still in the same position; I glared at him and searched for something to wake him up. I found a