Diary of Eros

She's Sketching Her Roommate's Brother V - Believe me, I love you

DISCLAIMER! I personally rate this as an R-18 work. This work EXPLICITLY depicts SEXUAL ACTIVITY between MALE AND FEMALE which includes force seduction, violence and vulgar words.The characters and events depicted in this work are fictitious or were used fictitiously so any similarity to actual person, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!

So this is the last part. I hope you guys enjoy this. There will be more stories in this collection, so stay tune and add it to your reading list if you still haven't.

SHE'S SKETCHING HER ROOMATE'S BROTHER 

Part V – Believe me, I love you by Fhrell Cee

I avoided Chuck successfully for the past three days after that incident. His sister knew something was off and had tried to ask me quite a few times but I only brushed off the idea.

I already finished the sketches of Chuck that I had to submit to get a credit for the class so there was really no reason for me to see him. Yes, there's really no professional or academic reason for me to see him. And thus, I justified avoiding him.

I lie on my bed and covered myself with my comforter as I hugged one of my pillow.

I don't understand what this pain in my chest was all about. I can't be in love with him, can I? I mean, we've only just met. And we've never really established the definition of what we were with each other.

I felt so stupid feeling the pain in my chest, like knives stabbing my heart. And I fell angry that the image of the two of them kissing had repeatedly played in my head like a move clip. How can I even remember such detail like how she had her hands on his neck, while she suck on the bottom of his lips. Why could I still hear the soft moans they both were making? How could my memory betray me like this when I simply would forget an important class discussion so easily? How could my memory be so selective to only remember the hurtful things? And why am I hurt anyways?

Can you really fall in love in less than a month?

No!

This isn't love I'm feeling, it's defeat.

I had never been defeated in contests before, and maybe the competitive side of me was feeling this defeat. This isn't love, this is pride and ego.

I kicked the pillow and comforter off my body.

I know something that would cure me. I just have to find another ego booster. And what more ego booster can there be, but to be like or ogled by some hotter guys. And I knew just the place where I could get that much attention.

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Like the slutty girls in campus, I wore about four inches red high heels and endured the pain. Yep! It's not really pleasurable wearing those kinds of kinky things that might look beautiful but actually felt like hell. The tight red dress that almost revealed my underwear and hardly kept my breast inside them didn't help ease my walking.

I almost think twice before entering the club with all its flashing rainbow of lights. But I did tell myself I would get an ego booster, so I marched in.

It's not easy entering a club.

I squeezed inside, bumping different sweaty bodies and with the occasional hand grabbing my plump behind. A guy even pulled me towards him, letting me breathe his sticking breath before I had managed to push him away. It was a good thing he was too drunk to fight me.