❝ since you like pushing my buttons so much why don't you undo them? ❞
(18+)
Most people would be shocked if they saw the guy from the magazine they were reading walking down the street.
Most people's brothers wouldn't be best friends with the guy from the magazine.
Hence why, when I walked into the living room to see Jason Chen sprawled out on my chair, I made an effort to slap the back of his head. It wasn't exactly 'my' chair, I did still live with my parents, but it was my spot; and he damn well knew it.
"Hello to you too Clara," Jason had grown unfazed with my reaction over the years, not even turning to acknowledge my presence when he spoke to me. "Were the fires burning hot today?"
I grunted in response. Fires? He must have had a great vacation. "Not as hot as you're used to it being, Satan." The corned of his mouth twitched up as I walked by him towards the kitchen, his eyes glued to Ekin-Su on the television. Jason had a need for wanting to be surrounded by women at all hours of the day. It must be the fact that he works with them 80% of the time, or if he's not working with them, he's sleeping with them (if the sound coming from the guest room was any indication).
I walked through the kitchen to the secret staircase that led to my room. I was the most unplanned thing that ever happened to my parents, but that didn't stop them from showering me with love whenever they could. However, it did prevent them from having the money necessary to move houses, so renovating one room on the current rooftop was the most financially secure option. To me, it was extremely beneficial throughout high school, especially when my brother brought his annoying friends over and all I wanted to do was read or watch my favourite show.
"Yo Clara!" My nursing scrubs were halfway up my head when my door slammed open. "What's the plan for tonight?"
I threw my top at his head. "I just worked 24 hours straight. If my head doesn't hit a pillow soon, someone is going to mistake me for a zombie."
He pulled the blue material off his head, and tossed it on the floor. "Well I have an event in 12 hours, if you wanted to come." It wasn't unusual for him to invite me to his work events, actually it happened quite often. The first few times, the media had come up with the crazy story of us being in a relationship and him "cheating" on me with other supermodels and actresses. Now, I'm just known as the "wingwomen for my ex-boyfriend". Despite all of this, I still go. No I'm not stupid, as my brother calls me occasionally, I'm smart for wanting to seize the opportunity that could change based on Jason Chen's popularity status.
I slipped into my pyjamas, unfazed that he was watching me from his news spot on the corner of my bed. "I don't see why not." I laid down on the bed and pulled the blanket over my already sleeping body. "Now get out of my room so I can sleep."
"What?"
Whatever words I said next were blocked by my blanket and the sleep that was already crowding my vision.
✈ ✈ ✈ (name a country you want to fly to)
The party was the same as every other party. A long line at the door that I skipped after security noticed who was standing next to me, endless drinks to a private table that overlooked the dance floor, and, people - ladies and gents - staring at the gorgeous Jason Chen in the flesh.
That uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach came back again.
The truth was I didn't like seeing others fawn about Jason. Over the years, I had drawn the conclusion it was because I was jealous. Not of him, just the attention that he got. I wanted to be waited on hand and foot, I wanted people to stare at me in awe because I was so gorgeous they forgot how to breathe. However, that wasn't in the books for me, not because I was unattractive, but because I worked so often it was almost impossible to have time to look after myself.
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Heart Scraps
RomanceA collection of short love stories written with no intention of turning them into full stories. These characters may be inspired by characters from movies or books or lyrics from songs. Constructive criticism is welcome.