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  Pajamas? On! Bars of chocolate, cones of ice cream, packet of tissue and blanket, all ready and set. The last and the most important MY list of romantic novels. I am ready, armed for a good teary night.

Yeah you guess right I am depressed, after what happen few days ago, I really need that. How can he prefer her over me? Don't be stupid she is his best friend, they know each other since forever. The cherry on the cake, ding dong ding dong he didn't call nor text me since the call I gave him, maybe that's the end of our relationship.

I know I should not act like that but put yourself in my shoes. He is always with her, every time she calls he runs to her. I know he says he loves me but deep inside I think he loves her and she also has feelings for him even if she denies it.

I should just let them be, I can't be the one to enhance their love. It breaks my heart to know that he is not my ''Prince Charming'' and I am not his Cinderella, the ice shoe doesn't fit me. Which rich guy will ever want to associate with me?

Heck I am afraid of her, that girl can throw a proper punch like a man. I remember the last time I saw her, the three of us were heading to a restaurant. She gave a good punch to a pedestrian and broke his hand because he said she had a great ass and wanted to grab it. I gasp in shock as I heard a bone crack, she left him and threw few dollars at him for the hospital bills she said.

She is so beautiful, with gorgeous red hair, big brown, eyes well curved body (except she has a B or A cup) even that doesn't stop the men to drool at her sight. She has a successful career as CEO. The only ick is that she is so unemotional and secretive. Who will not fall for that marvelous creature?

Since fourteen months I have been with him I have just seen his "best friend" as he calls her, only three times if I am exact in my reckonings. And with the cold eyes she sends me, I am sure for her it is not just friendship.

If they are made for each other I don't want to come between, I need to end this. He will definitely be bored with me, I am plain, boring nerd with dull blue eyes and sandy blond hair. I don't have a huge bank account nor a noble origin, I am just me Silvia Adams.

My father was a bricklayer and my mother was a seamstress for a designer, and they struggled to pay my education. My job helps me to gain enough to sustain my parents and me.

Half way through the movie, I was crying like a new born baby with tons of wasted tissue paper on the couch. Why did he leave her? He broke her heart, now she is just a shadow of herself. She doesn't eat nor drink anymore, she will die very soon. Another wave of sobs erupted from my throat and blew out the nasal mucus that filled my nose.

I heard the doorbell ring, who visits people at this hour of the night? I stood up to fix myself before opening the door but my guest kept on insisting on the carillon. I was becoming annoyed can't he/she wait? I made my way to the door and opened it without peering through the peep hole.

A large hand grab my wrist and was dragging me to the elevator. I let out a strangled scream. I am being kidnapped and no one is there to protect me! Why am I so stupid? I should have peered through the peep hole before opening.

Even if I scream no one will come out to help me. In this part of the city where there is insecurity, everyone is afraid to come out even when the neighbour is in danger.

I decided to take a look at the criminal who taught it right to abduct a sweet lady like myself. I have never donne anything wrong in my life. Is it the boss of the local mafia who wants me to work for him as a sex slave?

"It is a very bad idea you have there, I don't have money and I am a very bad lay!" I voiced out in a futile attempt to discourage my aggressor. In return a receive a very sexy chuckle!

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