Alexandria Evergreen, a bored heiress to her dearest father's hotel empire with a penchant for justice on her own terms and too much time on her hands, lives a life of luxury and moral ambiguity. Behind her poised façade lies a dangerous secret: she...
It's almost two 'o clock and I still can't manage to fall asleep. That's another thing that never used to be an issue for me. Not until I met her. She's turned my entire life upside down and I can't tell if that's for better or worse.
I'm tempted to go stalk her social media so I can at least look at her while I wait to talk to her. Yet, I don't. My own self-control surprises even me.
I turn to my stomach, the silk sheets gently gliding against my smooth skin, then I flop my head down into my equally soft and smooth pillow and I let out a frustrated groan. I am usually more composed than this, truly. This is getting embarrassing.
Next, I open up my message thread with my sweet, sweet angel and read through it yet again, attempting to find any hidden meanings behind the few things she's told me. Hidden meanings that I know aren't there.
I know she should be done working soon though. For a moment I wonder what she would do if I drove to her home and waited for her there. Would she be happy to see me? Would she give me a hug? Greet me with that blinding smile of hers? Maybe it would be her kissing my cheek this time. I bet she'd look somewhere between cute and hot after working a shift at the bar.
I can't stop my mind from wandering, the neurons in my brain firing wildly as they try to imagine what she might be wearing. I can't even stop my mind from wondering what she's wearing below her work outfit, but I do push those kinds of thoughts down quickly. My imagination would never be able to live up to the real thing after all.
My phone chirps and the screen that went black some time ago while I was in deep thought lights up. As does my heart when I see the name on my lockscreen.
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I conveniently leave out the part where I changed my settings so that any message from her will break through silent mode. I didn't lie in saying my phone is usually on silent after all. I wouldn't lie to her. Not after the first time when she thought I was hitting on her and she wasn't into it... Whatever. I shake my head, trying to shake of those pesky thoughts.
I also don't mention to her how that burning fire in the pit of my stomach returns as she tells me about flirting with those... boys. Jealousy.
In my entire twenty-nine years on this earth, I had never felt anything like it, so it was only normal for me to be unable to recognize it at first. At least, that's what my therapist says. And she would know; she has the degree for it.
