CLAIRE. Ryan didn't say anything at first, neither did I, there was nothing to say. His stance afront me was bold and alluring, his attractive green eyes boring into me. "Why'd you leave like that?" He asked with no emotion displaying on his face or in his voice. Actually, I was wrong when I said there was nothing to say, there are a lot of things to say, but I don't think I can voice them out. "I had to come after you like a puppy" He says rolling his eyes at me. My spirit lifted at the thought of him rushing after me, but his next words brought it down. "I can't have the Taylors looking at me like I'm an asshole, which is why I'm going through all these stress of rushing after you"Oh, he's an asshole. He was only trying to impress the Taylors or he would've stayed to flirt with Stella and probably take the conversation to her bedroom. 'Calm down, Claire. You're exaggerating everything'I took a deep breath. "Are you okay?" He asked with observing narrowed eyes.No, I'm no

CLAIRE. Is it really possible to die of boredom, like literally? If yes, then I'm afraid my death date is very near. I've been on my own, not leaving the bedroom, not even for breakfast, I had my breakfast brought in by some maids like I'm some royalty. I spoke with my family and I went through social media, all alone in this very big bedroom. I watched TV, alone.I laughed at comedies, alone. I sang along with musicians on TV, alone also. And now I'm just tired of being alone and as luck would have it, there was a knock on the door. "Come in"The door opened half way to reveal Anita, Mrs Taylor's daughter in law dressed in a blue short dress. She stood at the entrance of the room, smiling at me."Uhm" she cleared her throat "I thought you might wanna join us downstairs since you're here alone, but if you are okay here, and probably like to be alone and....""I'll like to join" I said way too quickly. She chuckled, showing her white teeth "Okay" Anita and I didn't exchange a

CLAIRE. I was still trying to get the logic in knotting the piece of cloth wrapped around my neck correctly, when I felt a familiar electrifying hand brush my fingers.I raised my head at Ryan with divided lips. He was sitting upright, shifting my body upwards on his body. I was now closer to his chest and his groin, feeling like I'm being powered by some kind of Sparks. Did he feel the electricity too? I don't think he did as his brows were in a crease, his lips opening a little to utter corrective words. He corrected my mistakes by placing his hands on mine to demonstrate, but I had only half of my attention on whatever he was saying. My complexion has changed to red, the effect from blushing, especially as I am now conscious of our position. I'm literally sitting on him. How the hell did that even happen?"Do you get it now?" He asked, now looking at me. I nodded repeatedly. "Okay" He loosened the perfectly knotted tie and asked me to do mine. As I did, my hands were sligh

CLAIRE. I shouldn't feel anything when I saw Ryan and Stella kissing in the gym, but I can't help it. I feel angry and so hurt. All those sexual tensions, those words he'd said to me in a seductive manner, they were all just a game to him the way it is with other girls. He doesn't find anything special with me, I stupidly allowed his playboy ways with me.When I woke up from my deep sleep earlier this morning to find Ryan absent in the room, I'd thought he went out for work, until Anita had come to the room to invite me to the gym, adding the information about Ryan's presence in the gym. Hearing Ryan's name made me eager to visit the gym. I got directions to the gym room from Anita. Now, I wish I didn't even accept the gym invitation in the first placeI keep reminding myself that I'm his fake girlfriend, and I shouldn't feel this way, but defining the type of relationship I have with Ryan isn't helping me to feel better. Ryan rushed into the bedroom and sat on the bed with me. I t

CLAIRE. Stella really knows how to rile one up. I thought Ryan was best at it, but now, I've seen someone who does it better than him. Ryan still have feelings for her, and she's trying to rub it in my face, that's an act of immaturity if you ask me. I couldn't take the words she kept throwing in the dining room anymore, and just had to leave. She was confessing her feelings for Ryan right in my presence for fucks sake, she should at least try to show some respect. Fake girlfriend or not, I still have that relationship status with Ryan. For some stupid reasons, I was mad at Ryan also, even when I shouldn't be. The relationship we have isn't real, and I'd agreed to allow him live his romantic life anyhow he wants while he still have me as his girlfriend, but why do I not feel comfortable with that anymore? As I lay on the couch, still feeling exasperated about what happened earlier, half of my mind was getting pulled to the bed. I wished I was laying there beside Ryan, staring at h