PERFECT MATCH

5- First Love

Jason POV

Royal Star Empire.

Three years ago I met the love of my life. I didn't even get to spend twelve hours of a day with her, or see her face. Yet, I was still on love with her somehow.

Does it make sense?

Is it right to love someone whom you have only memories of?

Am I sane for loving someone whose only identity I know is one pair of an earing?

My gaze lingered on the beautifully crafted diamond object that lay on my table. The only reason why I didn't go to that dress picking was to have some time to myself, to think, to make decisions.

It didn't really matter what my opinion is. I didn't have the right to make any decision anyways? My fate had already been decided by someone who knew best for me: my dad.

This woman whom I'm in love with, I'm never going to stop loving. And I will always keep my promise of returning the missing pair of her earring.

I don't know her name but I do remember her face; even if it was just a glance.

I might be marrying someone else but it won't last forever. Soon, I'll be reunited with the love of my life and we'll have our happily ever after.

The sound of the door closing made me raise my head. Seeing that it was my best friend I smiled, taking the jewelry off my table.

"My man." I extended my hand and he shook it, seating right opposite me.

"You owe me one bro."

I couldn't agree more. "I do. Thanks man."

He nodded. "So, it looks like you can't get your mind off mystery girl still."

Please don't start right now.

I sighed. "She is the love of my life."

He smiled and laughed, a faked laugh. "I find it amazingly beautiful that you're head over heels in love with some girl you didn't even spend up to eight hours with."

Really? "It was more than that."

He scoffed. "It was just the night you two spent together. That still doesn't mean anything, it wasn't twenty four hours."

It didn't matter how long.

"I still love her."

He stood to his feet and headed towards the bar. I watched him grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

"You need to get a grip on yourself man. I'm starting to think that you need therapy."

Walking to where I was he handed me a glass and poured me a drink, he poured himself a drink too.

"Thanks man. I'll think about therapy." My tone was laced with sarcasm.

He laughed, taking a sip of his drink while I downed a shot. I really needed some drinking. The sour and sharp taste of the drink hit my taste bud and I groaned focusing on the effect of the alcohol, forgetting my problems for that moment.

"Come to think of it, I might have found the love of my life too."

My mood lit up in excitement, a smile forming on my face. Looks like playboy finally found himself a girl.

"Uhmmm.. Why am I scared?" I teased.

He chuckled. "The babe is hot and fine, you should see her skin mannnn! She's damn hot." He winked giving sexy eyes.

Hmmmm. "Looks to me like you're lusting after her than liking her."

Shrugging, he took another sip of his drink. "It's the same to me. Liking comes with lust. Except there's one problem..."