𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 (𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄)
Rachel Wang, a girl who makes her own rules and lives her life the way she wants, would never let anyone tell her what to do, the sole reason for which she left her home to live an...
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I cannot remember the last time I had my morning like this, laying in my bed while staring blankly at the ceiling above me, where my head was occupied by the thoughts of a woman whom I barely knew, and who was almost a stranger to me. Almost.
It had been two days since I last saw Rachel at my restaurant, and her presence still lingered in my mind as if it were just a few minutes ago. Her thundering eyes glaring at me, her firm voice, the faint smell of cherries that filled my senses when I was with her, or the way her words hit me in the chest when she left—it was all still too vivid for me.
"Don't think that you have any say in my personal life, Nicolas, only because I have allowed you once."
"It's none of your business."
I am curious to know what she is doing in LA; heck, I am desperate to know about her at this point. But as much as I know her, even if it's just a small bit of it, I know she would never give me the answers that I want.
After all, it was me who had made things worse when I could have apologized for the words that I said unknowingly in the past about her to Adrian.
Yep, I am an asshole.
When I got a call from Jade, telling me that he and Aurora wanted me to help Rachel if she ever needed something, Jade only told me that Rachel had moved to LA with her family. My doubts about where she was staying were cleared when Jade mentioned the family part, but he never told me why she was here. He only told me that it was Rachel's personal matter, and he would like to respect her choice. I had no problem with that; it was indeed Rachel's choice to decide if she ever wanted to tell or whom she wanted to tell, but that thought still did not ease the prick in my skin about the knowledge that she was fine.
For a fact, I knew that she and her family don't get along well, thanks to my accidental overhearing at Aurora's Thanksgiving.
"I am coming in." James's voice trails inside my room before he clicks open the door.
"Learn to knock, dick." I huff.
"Why?" He shrugs, standing at the door frame. "You don't bring any girls to your room; I don't need to be careful seeing your dick in her between her legs, so we are good."
An annoyed grunt leaves my mouth before I arch my head toward him and point him with a glare. "I did bring girls in the past."
"Sure." He nods. "Maybe in Quebec when you were in high school or in your university days, but not a day since you moved to LA."
What made me madder at him right now was the fact that he wasn't wrong in this one.
After my sister's death, I couldn't do that anymore. It's not that I never tried to have fun at a bar and indulge myself in no strings attached one night, but something inside of me screamed to want more than that. Something where I could be vulnerable not only in terms of physical intimacy but also in terms of being emotionally naked.
