𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
Vivian Rae has only a year to live. Instead of spending his remaining time with the woman he swore to love until his last breath, he makes an unexpected request: he asks his doctor to be his f...
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I was caught in this weird limbo, unsure if Vani and I were just close friends or something more—until she dragged me to that party.
Typical Vani, throwing me into the lion’s den, a party full of rich snobs who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire.
I didn’t belong in a place like that, but for her, I could play humble. All I wanted was to be near her, to hear her complain about things I couldn’t care less about, or just to get lost in that face of hers. And I knew she wanted me there too, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
"You ain’t on the guest list, are you?" Some curly-headed idiot in a shiny suit—looked like a walking disco ball—sauntered up while I was taking a drink for Vani.
"I’m not," I said flatly. No way I was dropping Vani’s name to these brats, wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of thinking I was using her to be here.
"Pathetic beggar," he sneered. "This is my party, and I don’t want any beggars around."I could’ve made him eat those words, but it wasn’t worth the hassle.
I grabbed the cocktail—whatever fancy name they called it—and turned to leave."Get the hell out of here, beggar," he said, giving me a shove.
I stumbled, glass shattering as I hit the ground. The sharp sting of it piercing my skin didn’t hurt as much as the humiliation.
The music stopped, and all those drunk idiots who’d been dancing now stared at me like I was dirt beneath their feet. Whispering, judging.
"Chill, man. I’m leaving." I got up, brushing off the pain like it was nothing."Son of a whore," he spat, and that was it.
My blood boiled. Nobody insults my mother.
"What did you just say, loser?!" I growled, grabbing him by the collar and smashing my fist into his smug face. "Say it again."
He hit the floor, all that bravado gone, replaced by fear. The others stood frozen, shocked. "Security!" he cried, like the coward he was.Two big guys in black rushed in, armed.
I could’ve taken them, but not without making a scene, and they had weapons. They grabbed me.And then there was Vani, appearing out of nowhere, eyes wide with shock.
"Leave him," she demanded. "Bobbi, he’s with me!"The curly-headed idiot—Bobbi—looked like he wanted to kill me. But Vani wasn’t having it.
She took my hand and pulled me out of there. Once we were outside, away from the glitzy club, guilt started eating at me. I’d ruined her night. I should’ve kept my cool. She’d be pissed.
"Vani, I’m sorry," I muttered, hanging my head.But when I looked up, she wasn’t mad. She was worried. She cared about me. I didn’t get it.
"They should be the ones sorry," she said, her voice cold and vengeful. "I’ll make them regret it."
A sly smile curled her lips—it was so Vani, and she looked cute as hell.
"I’m sorry, Vani," I sighed. "I don’t belong here."
"Idiot," she rolled her eyes, "next time, we’ll go on a cute little date instead of these stupid parties." She pulled out some expensive, silky handkerchief and wrapped it around my bleeding hand.
"Date?" I echoed, caught off guard. I lifted her chin with my other hand, making her look at me. Our eyes locked, and damn, she looked deadly in that red dress, hugging every curve, with that high slit that made it hard to keep my hands to myself.
"Vivian," she leaned in close, whispering in my ear, "I’m in love with you." Before I could even react, her lips were on mine, soft and warm, and everything changed.
That night, she became my everything—my first, my last, my forever. My heart was hers, and because of her, I wanted more. I wanted to rise, to prove to her parents that they couldn’t look down on me anymore.
But life’s a bitch, and fate had other plans.
It was my first interstate motor race competition. Vani was there, cheering me on like the perfect girlfriend. My parents? They thought I was throwing my life away, called it suicide.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:The starting is slow paced, just like serenity before a storm. The upcoming chapters would be longer bare with me. Or you can just drop it. But I can promise you, you'll not regret the end.
