The first time it happened, Capri thought it was just bad luck.
The second time someone attempted to kidnap her, she thought it was just a coincidence.
But when it happened again, she knows for sure someone is actively trying to get to her. Not kn...
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Capri
Lorenzo and I are not in a committed relationship. We never promised each other that we won't fuck anyone else. What we have is supposed to be casual. We're fuck buddies.
Then why does it hurt so much when I saw him being chummy with another girl? Why do I feel like crying over a self proclaimed playboy? You know what you sign up for Capri, this shouldn't have come as a surprise.
My heart felt like it's been crushed to a million pieces and would shatter again once I see him tonight. I'm not even sure if I could keep it together if he showed up with her. I can feel it in my guts, seeing him with the blond bombshell would shatter whatever we had together. But, is there anything between us in the first place?
And the thing that makes this whole thing much more twisted is I kinda actually know why I'm feeling like this. It's obviously because I've never seen him with another girl. He has never flaunted them in front of me. Never parade his other lovers when I'm around. And the minute he does that, reality just comes crashing down on me.
My hands played with the pendant that he had given me on my birthday. I had planned on wearing it tonight to give more emphasis on the fact that I am Capricorn. But now, wearing it just felt so wrong.
I sighed and took off the trinket. It would have complimented my outfit for tonight but I knew wearing it would just remind me of him. Damn him for giving me this little gift. No one had ever given me a gift like this, at least, none that I can remember.
Ever since my birthday, he's been flying in to see me two, three times a month. And we would always spend the day together either going for dinner, a movie, or just a walk. But the one constant in our meeting would always be the sex. There would always be sex involved. After all, we're fuck buddies. That's the only reason for him to come see me. Isn't it?
Then, why do I feel like I've come to expect more from him? When did I start thinking that his visits are something, extra? Where do I get off having these kinds of thoughts when we already set the terms of our liaison?
Fuck, maybe if he wasn't that good in bed, I wouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts.
I take another look at my reflection in the full length mirror. My newly acquired dress looks good on me. It is a sleeveless gown. The top is made of sheer intricate red lace with beautiful floral designs. And the skirt is elegant red silk material that makes the whole thing look luxurious. The gown itself sports a basic design but the choice of material elevated the whole look. I had pinned up my hair into a neat updo, and despite the simple makeup, I look like a whole different person.
"Wow. That's a very beautiful dress, sis. A total upgrade from before."
"Thanks," I said as I gave him a weak smile.
"Whoa. Did something happen? You don't look too good."
"Nothing. I'm just nervous. Let's just go. We don't want to be late. There's bound to be a long line going in."
