About 15 minutes ago, she arrived at my house, and I was surprised to find myself totally underdressed. She wears an elegant midnight blue dress, while I'm only dressed up in black jeans, blouse and blazer. I thought that a concert for the college orchestra would be nothing fancy, but it turns out that they invited some special guests tonight, so the event is much more formal than I thought. I ponder on the outfit Kyla just chose for me. The black dress is lovely. It's knee-length, exposes my shoulder and accentuates my curve. More importantly, it speaks high class. But isn't it too much? It's not like I'm going to watch a philharmonic orchestra in Vienna's most phenomenal concert hall. I raise my brow at her. "Don't you think it's too much?" "Come on," she growls. "Trust me. You'll look fabulous." I roll my eyes and decide to trust her. Once I get dressed, I look at my reflection in the full-body length mirror, and I'm quite satisfied with the result. "Wow." Kyla whistles. "Look

"Drake is going to kill me," Prince deadpans. I agree with him. Drake would surely kill him. Being his best friend all this time, Prince has known where that player put his safety net a.k.a condoms. Perhaps inside one of the drawers in his bedroom. Who would have thought that his own best friend would steal a condom in his bedroom to fuck his sister while he's not around? Oh my God, it starts to sound worse than criminality. Part of me hurts for Drake. It just seems so wrong that we ‘redoing this behind his back. But then, we're just so messed up. None of us is able to hold back anymore. We're too crazy about each other. In my case, admitting that fact has taken quite some time and much stupidity. But now, I finally realize that Prince is actually just as crazy as I am about him. I sit up and watch as Prince unbuckles his belt, starting to take off his pants. He begins to put the condom on, and my mouth hangs open as I see his cock. I've never seen that kind of thing before, so I

'Damien?" I call. "Uh, Cheska .. " he falters as I walk closer to the door. Once I open the door wider, I see him in my doorstep, scratching the back of his head as if in trouble. "I was looking for the restroom, but I guess I went into the wrong way," he says. "You almost scared me to death." I sigh, putting my hand on my chest. "The restroom is on the other side, by the way. But you can also find another one at the end of this hallway." I point at the direction I just told him. "Right. Thanks, Ches," he says, but before he can walk off, Prince emerges. 'Hey, is everything okay?" Prince asks me. "I heard your scream just now." "I'm okay," I say, wanting to laugh at myself for being paranoid. "I was just startled." Maybe I've watched too many horror movies. Damien excuses himself and walks away. As always, he avoids eye contact with Prince. I notice that Prince keeps watching Damien's back as the poor guy walks along the hallway. A frown touches Prince lips. "Who's that guy, e

Once the cops are gone, Prince and I enter my bedroom. Hearing that he would stay here with me makes me relieved. I don't think that I'll be able to stay here alone again while the psychopath is still out there, somewhere that's not in jail. I don't know when it starts, but now we're kissing. I circle my arms around his neck while he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. The kiss is soft and slow, making my insides melt, filled with warmth. "Are you feeling better now?" Prince whispers between our kisses. I pull away to look at him, only to find that he's looking at me with worry. His eyes are searching mine, as if trying to figure out what I'm feeling. The kiss leaves me breathless that I can barely speak. Nodding, I rasp, "Yeah." He pulls me into another soft but passionate kiss, which I gladly respond. It doesn't matter whether his kisses are fierce and brutal, or slow and innocent, they always make my knees go weak and my body on fire. The sound of raindrop

My eyes snap open, only to find the ceiling of my room. Everything is still dark. I wake up in the middle of the night. The clock on my nightstand shows 1.30 AM. I glance to my side. The bed is cold. Where is Prince? I remember him telling me earlier that he was going to drop by Alex place and that I should go to bed without waiting for him. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I wonder if he texted me to inform me about his whereabouts. But unfortunately, there is no text from him, and worry starts to stir inside me. All sorts of bad thoughts run through my head. It's unusual for him to leave me until this late, especially since the incident with the lunatic breaking into my house. What could have possibly happened to Prince? Did he get into an accident? I shake my head wildly. Why do I have to fill my mind with unnecessary thoughts? Be positive, Cheska. Maybe his phone battery is dead while he still has some matters to settle. It's crazy that when you fall in love, you start