Sweet Temptations

Chapter 13

AN: Hey lovelies I hope your enjoying the story so far. Just to cut this short, I want to thank those who keeps on reading my story.  I really like to hear from you so, don't be a ghostreader and keep on voting and commenting. Enjoy!

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CHRISTINA'S POV

Being the only child and daughter of Daniel and Claudia Stevenstone, Clarrissa is born into the spotlight. Even when she was in her teens, she was a followed like the celebrity she was destined to be. The media adores her. The schoolgirls wanted to be like her. And all the boys wanted her attention.

She was part of the cheerleaders while I keep to myself in the cooking section of the library to read recipes.
She sat with the jocks and her groupie of blondes while I sat far away from her with during lunch waiting for Remy. She wears high heels while I go from rubber shoes to tennis. To knowing every girl in the hallway that dreams to be her or be her friend.

We're complete opposite.

My mother loves her to the core that whatever she does is always the best in her eyes.

When there's me.

I'm a reminder of her failed marriage. I'm her daughter who lacks the fashion sense. I'm the living mistake that she never fails to compare with her new found family.

Despite all those, I choose to cast all negativity aside and finished school. I got my degree and now living my dream. I work hard for it. Spent sleepless nights to reach it. And  missed all the best parties being thrown for girls my age. Don't get me wrong, I do go out sometimes but with all the busy days I forgot to build the social life that Remy put out to be a crime. That's why he, in whatever chances he gets, puts me in situations that might change all that.

Now here I am in one of his plans.

The party is in full celebration mode after the slicing of the cake and a little back story speech from the engaged couple on how the two meet and fall in love.

Blake and I are currently in the dance floor swaying to the music that is playing in the background. I can hear the soft beating of his heart as I lay my head on his chest. Like music to my ears, I can't help but get comfortable being in his arms and dancing along the slow song. Even in my heels I just barely reached the top of his shoulders. His that tall. Well compared to his 6'3 height, he goes way taller to my 5'2. Which also explains the difference. 

I know. I know. I'm a short human.

I can feel his arms on my back as it rest just above my hips. His arms that are composed of hard muscle which fit him in a sexy good way. He also smells good like the first time he caught me almost falling on the club. Musk and Mint Chocolate. It tickles in my senses that it acts like a spell making me sort of want to sleep. Yet we're in the dance floor so, I righted before making a laughing stock of myself.

Before I know it, the song was leading to its end and I stand still and broke my position. I lifted my face to Blake and found him looking down at me in a small amused smile.

"What?" I asked him in a sleepy faint voice.

"I thought you have fallen asleep on me again," he said in a comical tone that makes my sleepy brain confused for a while.

The night at the club, you idiot. My brain registered the past events which made me bolt straighter and turns red like a tomato on fire in mere seconds.

Blake, seeing my red face, was laughing heartily of my instant color shifting. Sleepy state long forgotten, I found my shoes to be interesting at the moment. As if noticing my actions, Blake puts his finger under my chin making me look directly to his striking blue orbs.

"Your such a breath of fresh air to my plain isolated world, my sweet," he said. "You make me want to change that."

I was so stunned of his deceleration that my semi-awake clogged brain choose to go blank and stare at the man before me.

This should be the time where I'll say that he makes me feel things too. That the feeling is mutual. But no.

I act like a fish out of the waters, opening my mouth and closing yet again after nothing comes out.

"I-I...." biting my lips when words leaves me to answer him as a reply.

"Stop biting that lip." He groaned.

Fully cupping my face and his thumbs releasing the my lips from it's assault.
His eyes are staring so intensely. So dilated that the blues seems to go even darker as he watched my tongue darts out to wet my now dried lips.

"Unless you want me to kiss you. Right here, right now, my sweet." He whispered softly. Like a caressing challenge who gets to beg first.

The crowd around us disappear. The noise was a blur and we are wrap in our own little world. Only me and Blake. His eyes full of awe and what I can read as lust. And all I could manage is to stare at him and wait for his sultry lips to touch mines.  Head leaning closer, and closer that I can feel his breath on my skin.

Then the ringing of his phone break our intense filled bubble.  I was breathing hard from our staring match, which I didn't know I was holding. Blake was shaking his head and cursing under his breath to who ever is on the line.

"You should get that, I'll just find and look for a bathroom," I said to him as his phone stopped and rings once again.

"This won't take a minute, I'll find you then we'll go," he said with a nod. Placing his phone on his ear and began walking towards an open balcony to answer the caller.

I watched him deeply absorbed in a conversation with whoever is on the line. I sighed and walks to go to the bathroom. These heels are killing me and at the same time I wanted to pee so badly.

I  was in my stall in the woman's bathroom doing my business when I heard voices enters talking loudly.

"Did you see that girl with Blake," a voice spoke probably situated near the mirror when another one adds.

"Yeah. She looks nothing like Amanda. If I bet, she's just one of his flavour of the month."

"I know right. She's not even his type," the first voice said.

Snickers and giggles followed after her statement and the closing of the door when they left. I open my door slightly to check if the close was clear. When I know that it's safe, I walked to the sink and wash my hands.

The girl before me was beautiful. She looks confident but deep inside she's shaking.'She's not even his type'. The phrase keeps on repeating on my mind, clouding my vision as a single tear escape. Wiping it quickly and plastering a smile on my face.

I walked back to the ballroom to find Blake but he's not there on balcony as I left him.

"Christina," I stopped walking and turned around to the voice calling my name.