Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 44: Not A Good Girl But An Envious One

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It was the morning after, and the sun's gentle rays filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I lay on his chest, our entangled bodies basking in the post-intimacy tranquility. His fingers traced soothing patterns through my hair, sending a shiver down my spine.

I relished the feeling of vulnerability and satisfaction that coursed through my body. Perez had been my first, and I couldn't help but smile as my eyes remained closed, savoring the memory.

As my mind wandered, I finally found the courage to ask the burning question that had been on my mind. "P?" I uttered, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

He responded with a thoughtful hum, the vibrations resonating through his chest, a comforting rhythm.

"What are we?" I asked, my heart racing, a lump forming in my throat. The uncertainty of our newfound intimacy lingered, and I desperately sought some clarity.

He paused, and his fingers stilled. I knew he was contemplating his answer.

"I don't know," he finally admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty, mirroring my own feelings.

I nodded in acknowledgment, accepting his words. There was a comfortable silence that settled between us, punctuated by the slow and steady rhythm of our breaths.

But the weight of the question still hung in the air. "I want you to know," I murmured, my voice barely audible.

Perez, ever the reassuring presence, shushed me gently. "Go to sleep," he whispered, his fingers resuming their gentle caress. And so, as the morning light streamed in, I allowed the comforting embrace of sleep to envelop me, still unsure of where our newfound connection might lead but content in the moment we had shared.

- (Danielle POV:)

My thoughts echoed in the dimly lit room, my mind consumed by a tumultuous blend of jealousy, frustration, and longing. I couldn't help but obsess over Minji, over their broken promises and the undeniable fact that Minji's affections had shifted elsewhere.

"Minji, Minji, Minji," I whispered, my voice heavy with a mixture of longing and bitterness. My gaze was fixed on the empty space before me, the room's dim light casting faint shadows across my face. It was as though my thoughts were etched in the air, a silent plea to a love that seemed forever out of reach.

"You didn't love me like you promised," I continued, words revealing a deep-seated sense of betrayal. I had placed my trust in Minji, only to watch it crumble before me. The pain of broken vows still clung to me like a shadow.

"She's not a knight , and sure as hell isn't loyal," I muttered, my voice tinged with indignation. I knew that Minji had moved on, but the wounds of their past still festered. The thought of Minji being in the arms of someone else, someone I couldn't trust, someone that wasn't me, was a bitter pill to swallow.

Tears welled in me eyes, and I inhaled shakily. "Get over it, Danielle," I chastised myself, my own voice echoing back as if to mock me. It was a stark reminder that Minji wasn't coming back, and I had to find a way to move forward.

I clenched her fists, a sudden surge of determination coursing through me. "Like she said, she's not coming back to me," I admitted, though the words tasted like ash in my mouth. The pain of rejection and abandonment was etched deep within my heart.

"Besides, I've already been used," I continued, voice growing colder, the hurt transmuting into resentment. "I'm sloppy seconds." The thought of being a mere afterthought, of not being the first choice, fueled my anger.

"She already knows what it's like to be with me," i mused bitterly, reflecting on their shared history. Their intimate moments, now tainted by the sense of betrayal, weighed heavily.

"And now she's off with some new chick, Mabel," I concluded, hvoice taking on a tone of sheer curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder what Mabel possessed that had captured Minji's heart. "That's her name," I said softly, as if speaking it aloud would unlock the secrets of her allure.

"What's so good about her?" My voice quivered with an intensity of emotion that had been building within me for far too long. "I want to know," I declared, my need for answers burning like a fire within. I will not rest until i understood why Minji had left me behind, why this new connection with Mabel had eclipsed their own.

As the crowd roamed the halls, I observed the subtle changes in Minji's expression when she saw me approachMabel. Her face shifted from a veneer of calm to one of concealed concern and discomfort.

"Mabel, right? I was at your party," I said, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. I remembered the event clearly, but my motives were far from casual conversation. My true feelings were hidden beneath a facade of politeness.

I watched Minji closely, the tension between them palpable. My heart pounded with a mix of determination and bitterness, for in that moment, I was willing to do whatever it took to win back Minji's heart, even if it meant resorting to tactics that weren't entirely fair or honest.

As Mabel and I engaged in small talk, I couldn't help but steal glances behind her shoulder, locking eyes with Minji. The expression on her face was unmistakable, a mix of unease and discomfort. It was clear that she didn't appreciate the interaction between Mabel and me, and that realization gave me a strange sense of satisfaction.

In that moment, I understood that Minji was wary of me, perhaps even frightened. It was a revelation that sent a surge of power through me. I didn't mind being the antagonist in this story if it meant getting what I desired.

I've always been relentless when it comes to pursuing what I want, and right now, my goal was clear. I wanted Minji to desire me, to long for my attention. It didn't matter if I had to play the role of the so-called "bad guy." I was determined to have her yearn for me, just as I yearned for her.