Ethan's phone begins to ring, pulling us back to reality. Leaving my hand, he steps away, reaching out for his phone, and walks inside the penthouse’s balcony, saying, “Yes, John, I'm at the penthouse. You can come up with all the files and documents.”What is he that he's asking for files and documents? An entrepreneur or what! Calming my heartbeats, I see my phone on the dining table. Reaching for my phone, I take steps inside the nearby room quietly, to call Aiden, so that I can inform him Ethan has kidnapped me unofficially. As soon as I enter the room, I shut the door and turn to the front. I sigh in relief that at least now I have privacy and my phone to call my boyfriend, but as I glance up, my mouth drops open wide. My eyes widen in fear. Tears well up in my eyes as I see my pictures on the walls. There's every single day's picture of mine, the day I stepped in New York City, my bangs hairstyle pictures which I had in 9th grade, the more pictures followed by 10th grade, 11t

Enough drama for today. Now I just need to lay in my bed. “I'm going,” saying that, I turn and walk further to the door. “Let me drop you,” he insists. “No need to. I can take a taxi,” saying that, I open the door and step outside the room. Just then, as I walk further in, he takes a grip on my arm and turns me gently, embracing me in a tight hug, as if he never wants to let me go. “You always put others first. This time I want you to put yourself first. I need you safe and sound, Belle,” saying that his grip tightens even more around my body. “Please, take care of yourself.”Tears well up in my eyes, feeling touched by his words. His touch is soothing me somehow. My heart is saying that he genuinely cares about me, but my mind is saying something else, that it's all a trap. Who should I listen to? The only male I trust with all my heart is just my father. I don't trust any other male. He'll also hurt me—like others. He's showing this fake concern just for the sake of one night w

After days of inner conflict and deep thinking, I have decided to meet Aiden and tell him about my ambition. I can't run away from this. He's my boyfriend. I have to face this. I need to tell him. Nothing bad will happen. He loves me, and he'll understand everything. I know it's not a piece of cake to handle Aiden's anger, but let's do this challenging task. Before stepping outside the dorm room, I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I tuck my black V-neck ribbed knit cardigan inside white high waisted trousers, pairing it with white sandal heels, and Chanel belt and bag. My long wavy dark brunette hair is looking ravish, reaching up to my hips. I wear my silver diamond pendant. As I apply strawberry lip balm, I suddenly recall memories of those days when I was new in New York. I had a bangs haircut back then in 9th grade, and Emily had a bob haircut. We were sitting in the cafeteria; I was applying my strawberry lip balm as I always apply every other hour. All of a sudden she a

I can see tears streaming down his face even when rain is tapping on his face, as he cups my face. His long hair is getting damp in the rain, gluing to his face. He always manages to look hot. My mind is still unable to process whatever he has said in just a few seconds, and if it's a dream or reality. And then, without wasting a second, or letting me process anything further, he places his lips on mine. My eyes widen in astonishment, his lips start working on mine like magic. I am melting under his touch as he sucks my each lip partly, kissing me constantly, not even letting me catch a breath. Still unable to process anything, I just stand like a statue. I don't know whether I have to kiss him back or push him away from me? Is this a dream or not?“Ethan…” I murmur under my breath, pushing him gently away, but he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and kissing me again. A surge of warmth rushes through my whole body. I feel calm and safe in his arms. I like the warm

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