"The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you."
~Markus Z.
i...
Psyche was wearing a leather tight, bright pink, skimpy dress. It went on up until almost half of her shapely thighs, it was a backless dress that also showcased her collarbone, wide shoulders, small waist and long legs. She partnered it with a pink wedge shoes, while she curled her hair, making them look bigger like she was a seductress lioness. Lioness in bright pink, though she was portraying piggy from Sesame street this evening. Drake was in black tux, clean shaven, those handsome jaw made him Kermit the tough and rough.
" Sweetheart, "
Psyche turned her head to the person was seated on the driver's seat, as Drake reached for her nearest hand. She was a little silent, while she was on a two hour drive with him, looking outside the window, pondering things. Drake squeezed her hand, while he sent her his most dashing smile that could extract delicious delights from other women. But she wasn't just any other women and there was this point that she wished she was. Those enigmatic smile from Drake should weaken her knees, should make her fall off from her chair. It didn't. It's not working on her.
"...We're here. Are you OK? "
He looked at her with those concerned eyes and maybe he might have known the answer from the very beginning. Drake after all wasn't made of stone. Psyche wanted to give him her most honest response to that, but she thought it wouldn't be appropriate. No. She wasn't OK and she wouldn't be OK, not when she's seeing Richard Armani tonight after three days from the evening that they parted from the condominium. She forced a weak smile.
YOU ARE READING
" Love Untitled " ~ The Road To Your Heart ~ BOOK FIVE
RomantiekPsyche Alexis Amandi-Ernestine Saavedra hungered for great revenge and she saw him as the best ticket to plot her longtime desire to ruin a life. Unprepared though, she wasn't expecting the guy to look beyond as handsome. The dimpled Vice President...