Veronica's POV
"What the fuck is wrong with me?"
"Veronica calm down" Kelly blows a puff of air on her newly polished gray nails while listening to my freak show of regret that I literally hampered myself with.
In just two minutes everything went haywire, we were having such a good time discussing babies and stuff but now here I am roaming around in my living room like a freaking idiot.
When I cut the call with Leonard it took me some time to realize what I asked him, " Seasons, fucking seasons" I bit my lip and massage my temples, "You know there are like five hundred restaurant chains, bars may be more than that in New York but I have to go with Seasons"
"You have a date and you're freaking out that's totally normal" she rolls her eyes showing zero interest in my agitated hysteria which by far has increased hearing her say the exact thing I was denying.
"It's not a date" I made myself clear but who am I kidding she knows that I'm lying, hell I know it too, I just hope Leonard doesn't take it in the wrong way too.
"C'mon Veronica you're going to Seasons with your mystery man, the romantic place in the whole of New York. What do you expect this outing to be if not a date?"
I take a moment to answer her, if not a date then what the fuck is this? "I asked............him to meet me there" I glance at her,
"Holy smokes, you go girl" she cheered painting her toenails which seems a little difficult job for her considering her belly is in the way, "dammit"
"I need to call him and change the location" I looked through the window and a perfect New York skyline enchants me to think otherwise, maybe I'm overreacting but my heart is not. I'm getting nervous like a seventeen-year-old.
"Veronica listen," Kelly pats my shoulder and turns me so that we face each other, "I know for some reason you don't want to tell me about this man, but seeing you so nervous I think you may like him a little too much and that worries me to the extent that I think you'll do something stupid"
Like him? I don't like him, I mean yeah there's a mutual feeling between friendship and likeness. Casual hello and occasional seduction challenges to save a friend's ass don't conclude I like him.
Okay maybe if you skip the seduction part we may get along well without touching and if I have to mention the terrible sexual tension we face whenever we're alone or randomly making pancakes and sandwiches despite knowing we are in a contract I feel happy and warm like someone who's in a relationship without knowing they are in a relationship, but that's not my case.
We are just two people biding the rules of an agreement without carrying any feelings and even if my heart races like a maniac whenever I see him, or random adrenaline that makes me want to tear his clothes apart and feel his body with my cold horny fingers or run my lips over his huge build like an addicting red wine while gripping his hair that still doesn't mean I like him.
That was quite detailed Veronica. I gulp silently,
"Maybe you're falling in love with him" Kelly interrupts,
All my smile fades and a random loss of breath washes over my lungs. My chest is beating in and out while my hand slides down to my stomach massaging the knot that is worsening with the thought of me falling in love with someone.
"Stop that and drink some water" she hands over a glass of water and rubs my back, "it's not a big deal to fall in love Ver, we meet many strangers in life and only one gets our heart"
I narrow my eyes waiting for her to complete the words, I need to listen to what she has to say about all of this. I want her to pick the thing I'm afraid of admitting,
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Seduction: The Taste of Lust
Short StoryCOMPLETED In exchange for her friend's life, A ruthless billionaire asked her to play a game. A game that is far more intense than a simple crossword puzzle she solves every Sunday, a game that is more challenging than the contents of a chessboard...
