Little Lies

  Okay so here’s the thing, I lie too much about how I feel. I, Lexi Preston, admit that I lie too much about my feelings. I don’t know why I do it. I just do. And it’s becoming a bad habit. A really bad, unhealthy habit since I usually end up feeling awful and sometimes it even gets me into trouble. 

  For example, I’ve been feeling miserable about my current relationship but I haven’t said anything to my insanely hot boyfriend, Ross Harper. This has been going on for days already but I just can’t gather the courage to break up with him.

  He’s sitting beside me on the floor in front of the fireplace and we’re drinking wine. I turn to look at him and he’s typing in his blackberry. As usual, he’s working. 

  That’s one of my problems—he’s working all the freaking time. Even during the times that we’re together, which do not happen that often anymore due to our schedules, he’s always using his blackberry. That thing is practically glued to him.

  I can’t say blame him though since he’s the only heir to his father’s company and they’re currently training him to be the next CEO. I mean if you were meant to be the next CEO of some multimillion-dollar company, you’d be pressured to work your ass off too.

  After a while, he must have sensed that I was watching him because he looked up at me and he smiled. 

  Damn he’s so gorgeous with his dark hair, blue eyes, and insanely long eyelashes.

  I sigh knowing that breaking up with him would be a really hard task.

  “Is something bothering you, Lex?” he asks. “That’s probably the millionth time you’ve sighed tonight.”

  Oh shit.

  I brace myself to tell him but then his eyebrows furrows with concern in a very cute way that only he can pull off. And I back out immediately. I can’t do it. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.

  So being the coward that I am, I answer, “No, it’s nothing, Ross. Just some problems at work. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

  He grabs my hand and asks, “You do know that you can tell me anything right?”

  “Of course,” I answer him quietly and I look down so he won’t see my face.

  “Okay then. I’m gonna go to bed,” he said and he gets off the floor and went straight to the bedroom.

  Huh. He didn’t even invite me to come to bed with him. He didn’t even say goodnight!

  Maybe I should really tell him. But I’m afraid that I might hurt him and maybe even hurt myself in the process. But I can’t go on feeling like this.

  Damn, this is so confusing.

Author's Note:

Okay, so this is the first time I've ever published so please go easy on me! But constructive criticism is always welcome though. x

-Anne  

P.S. This first chapter is dedicated to luckyelephant because I consider her as my first ever friend here on wattpad. Yay for firsts! :))