falling for the Badboy

chapter twenty one

There was something about his kiss. I don't know how to explain it without sounding so cheesy. I know he was my first kiss-well that is if the kiss I got from Grayson in elementary school doesn't count-but I just felt so drawn in.

A normal reaction to someone wearing a mask should be running away, like why are they hiding their identity, right?

But my reaction to the masked weirdo was physical attraction. It annoyed me how good his shirts clung to his muscles- the athletes type of muscles and not those of body building gym rats- I loved how it showed his slender waist, how broad his shoulders looked in it.

His blue eyes would look at me with so much emotion I was never able to break down. His pink lips and how they parted when he spoke were something I wanted to remember forever.

I really wish I could see the colour of his hair. Is it blonde? Or black? Or brown?

I bet it's blonde, that's what those movie hot guys look like. You know, blue eyes, blonde hair, tanned skin and a killer smile that makes all the girl's jaws drop.

My God Victoria, he could be an ex murderer.

I bet I'd die a happy death.

My heart would beat for him when he shared his funny childhood stories about him and his cousin stealing candy on Halloween holidays.

Is the saying that you tend to fall in love with the guy you lose your virginity to true? Because I sure as hell was falling for a guy who didn't bother to me his face- maybe he thought I'd never like him.

Maybe I was just trying too hard to fulfil my book fantasies, but his voice weakened my knees as it vibrated through my spine. I wish I'd just give him my name so that I'd hear how it'd sound coming from his mouth.

But we decided to keep it to stranger basis-strangers who've fucked- what a headline.

Now I regret not giving him my contact when he asked.

I got up from my bed knowing it was dinner time and not the right time to spiral myself back into memory lane-he probably isn't worth my obsession.

I noticed my mum looking at me as I pulled a chair to take a seat. I know she's itching to say something, probably about the whole 'family business' shit. I dished out some of the deliciously made mushed potatoes onto my plate. I knew it wouldn't take too long for her to start talking.

"So, since everyone is here, it's the right time for me to bring up what each one of us is expected to do-whether you like it or not-for the family name to grow. That way, we get more brand deals." She didn't stop looking at me the whole time she spoke, I could see the emphasis in her eyes as she said 'whether you like it or not', I know those words were meant for me and only me.

She put down her wine glass and continued " Micheala, I'm so happy about your 950k followers you hit today honey, that's impressive, now that calls for you to do more to get even more followers. I'll make sure to get you more shoot deals and make you a brand face for one of the brands I work with."

I could see the happiness in her eyes as she said "Thanks ." She looked like all she wanted to do was jump up and down in excitement. But then mother dearest had more to say.

"I'm pleased to know that I'm the wife of a great movie director. Honey I'm so happy that your movie has gotten so many positive reviews, it calls for a celebration. Not to mention the countless offers to direct more movies in the emails. I'm also happy that you've been nominated as best movie director for the Oscars this year, we just need to make sure you win it."

Oh no, I'm sensing another party.

"Then, on top of everything, I think my son-Jake - is ready to enter the child modelling business." My eyes widened at that, but I guess it wasn't just my surprise this time because Isaac's eyes were no different. He sure as hell was hearing this news the for the first time.

"Mum that's not okay, you can't make that decision for him." I gritted out. She knew this would upset me so much. I watched her take another sip from her red wine. She put down the glass and looked at me.

"Oh Victoria, it's good you're into the conversation. So it's either you or your brother but I'd much rather have the both of you in." She's a real daredevil.

"I don't like posing for cameras." Jake complained. This is not really one of his whiny tantrums, he's told me countless times about not liking the whole 'posing for the camera' thing. He told me he wanted to be a detective and not a model. His voice sounded so low and I knew I had to play big sis, there was no way I'd let Mum do this to him. Putting him out there? Not on my watch.

Michaela? Nah, she wouldn't do anything to disobey our mother. She's determined to please her. It's annoying how she never even acknowledges her own brother.

"Okay mum, if I do it, you leave Jake out of it."

"Nah, I'm sure it'll be more profitable if the both of you do it."

I looked to Isaac for help, I know it's a lost cause but I just hoped that he'd care about his son this once.

He saw my pleading eyes, begging him to say something.

"Catherine, I think it's inappropriate for us to force a nine-year-old into this. You've gotten Victoria like you wanted, don't bring Jake into this." God! Thanks, Isaac.

"I'll do it okay, and if you prefer, Jake will be featured on my profiles sometimes. Just don't make him do that." I added, hoping this would change her mind.

"Okay, you open as a public figure tomorrow, make sure you do what you must because if you fail my target, Jake joins in."

I had many comebacks, I really wanted to scream at her, I hated the fact that she only viewed her kids as money making machines and had zero interest in being their mother.

I kept my mouth shut, I had to protect my brother from the wrath of the Internet socials, from the paparazzi. I want him to have a normal childhood, he deserves that.

My brother got up from his seat and came to hug me, really tightly I must add. He pulled away but not before muttering " I love you so much" and here I was, feeling my heart swell in my chest for my favourite little demon who stole my favourite pyjamas. I love the adoration in his eyes when he looks at me, to him, I'm his big sister, I'm not weak, I'm his hero and also his play buddy. He needs me, I know that. His mother and father are not the affectionate type, his eldest sister doesn't even remember his birthday.

I had my father and my grandparents growing up, but he only has me. It's him I have to be strong for. His mother only remembers his birthday because it calls for another one of her grand parties that helps her to get more media attention.

Just wow.

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