It's been two weeks already since Damian and I started the deal and he still didn't know my name. He said it was better this way. I seriously don't know why. We've been having sex like hormonal teenagers.
Hello! How can I resist such a sexy man?
I sighed dreamily as I packed my suitcase. I was going at my parent's house today. Alena's wedding is in a few days and I don't even know her fiancé. Well, again, I'm the one guilty here. I didn't even bother asking about the guy she's going to marry. I'll make sure to get to know him in those few days staying there.
"You've done packing?" Rose asked as she walked into my room, wearing a white long dress which reached her ankle. She was holding a small handbag and her hair was tied in a bun. That was so unlike her.
"Why are you dressed like that?" I questioned with rose eyebrows as I motioned to her attire.
"Your parents are rich, honey" she said as if I was stupid. "I'm pretty sure that there will be poshy people who drink tea with their little finger pointing the air" she said while mimicking the action of drinking tea.
"We're not in England" I deadpanned.
"Who told you that only people in England drink tea like that?" she asked while crossing her arms over her chest.
"Wild guess" I said while shrugging. I turned to my suitcase and closed it. "Still don't understand why you're dressed like this" I mumbled.
"Because I look hot" she admitted. I chuckled. I already knew this. I just wanted her to admit it.
"Your parents are rich, honey" I imitate her after I rolled my eyes.
"Oh shut up!" she retorted and stared at my clothes with a grin. "You're going like that?" she questioned. I stared at my white denim jean and my black crop top. I had a white gilet over it.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" I asked with rose eyebrows, wanting her to explain.
"You look hot" she replied. "Too hot for classy, sticks in their asses, poshy rich parents" she ended with her lips rolled in her mouth. Again. I rolled my eyes and lifted my suitcase from the bed.
"I'm not going to change" I told her. "I don't give a fuck about Shrek and Fiona" I told her. She chuckled at my words. I always called my parents Shrek and Fiona.
"You shouldn't say that" she laughed as she pulled my suitcase out of my room. I took my phone and tucked it in my back pocket.
"Yeah, I shouldn't insult Shrek and Fiona" I mumbled. She laughed even harder but decided not to say anything. I need to drive to the hospital to get Thomas and we even paid Jace to be Thomas's private doctor during this week so that my little guy wouldn't be taking any risk. Let me tell you that Rose was enchanted by the idea of Doctor Jace accompanying us.
"I'm going to drive to the hospital" Rose said as she took my key from the table and we both made our ways to the front door while pulling our suitcases with us. My phone buzzed in my pocket but as I was too busy locking the door and holding my suitcase, I let it ring and focused on walking down the stairs without breaking my neck. Yes. Wearing heels and holding a heavy suitcase aren't the best things to do when we have stairs to walk down.
"Give me your suitcase " Rose said as I reached the car while huffing and puffing. I pushed my suitcase towards her and got in the car with a sigh. My phone started buzzing again, making me groan in annoyance.
Can't I have a minute in peace to calm from frantic beating heart?!
"Hello" I answered, semi angry, semi breathless.
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Masked Feelings
Romance"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? I'm a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back a...
