The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Twenty-Four

The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Twenty-Four

[ Dedicated @19BlackSwan ]

P.S. I said "I'll update as soon as possible" but damn...Here it is. This is threatening to write...I mean, this whole book is NOT easy to write. *COLLAPSES* But I gotta finish it this month. April is the deadline. Let's go!

-Bishounenhow111

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My shocked face was replaced by a horror one when he pressed his lips to mine and embarked on kissing me. Violently he claimed my mouth as if it's his personal property. His arms were fastened on my waist and I shivered when his thumb massaged one of my rose-tinted nipples. I closed my eyes, conscious to the tears that streamed to the smooth texture of my face.

Why do I feel like I am slender and feeble under his killer chains of lust? But let me take a brain and reality check, we will do this? All over again? I COULDN'T. WE SHOULDN'T. THIS IS ENTIRELY AN OFF BEAM ENCOUNTER. I am a sinner, a fraud. A serial cheater. A player of someone's feelings because I didn't figure out my own. I'm so suck at love.

Wang Yibo or Meng Zoey shouldn't be with a devil person as me. I am not resilient to anything that life could serve on the tabletop after all. If this is a game, I'm the real loser. I thought whatever obstacles I might face, I'll skip over it...I got gummed in this level. Ever since I met Yibo, I've been in this woods where I set off on foot, exploring an untried trail of broken glass and it never end, there's no destination or dead end. Paying blood to the immorality I remitted.

Is this a nightmare or a daydream?

Either of the two, I DON'T KNOW THE ANSWER.

All my life I've been a man, a complete straight man. Then Yibo kissed me for the first time and I...in every respect and aspect... lost it. The virginity of my whole being...Once burned, twice shy, and I'd stayed burned again and again by him. I just wanna die...It wasn't like this with Zoey. Zoey was a typical girl, not difficult to read, predictable. All the things Yibo wasn't. It might have been the best thing about Zoey, all the ways she wasn't like Yibo.

I really had to stop comparing them, it was wickedly unfair to Zoey, and she deserved better than that from me. Yibo was the guy anyone would want; I don't know if I'm more than halfway in love with him or like him, falling in love or liking him that didn't have a price and conversation that stayed enamoring, titillating and mesmeric. He inflamed something on me. I should have learned to run from fire the moment I initiated that first contact between us.

Should have.

What have we done to each other? What have we done?

I opened my mouth to him. WHY DID I OPEN MY MOUTH TO HIM?! Our tongue fought and as usual he won. The alpha of this relationship, hah! This wasn't a relationship...

This doesn't even worthy to be labeled with a name of romance. What am I fantasizing?

I halted the kiss, breathing weightily. "Yibo, I am here to work. Let's stop this. Please."

"But you are hard here, baby..." I balked when he prodded my hard-on that visible to my undies. Am I still under the effects of alcohol?

I tore his wrist away. "Yibo, I'm in love with Zoey. We're getting married." I looked away; afraid that my expression might betray me and convey whatever mental state I have this time. "Stay away from me, Yibo!"

"And if I don't? You're wet too... Not because of the ice..." I am wet because of the ice...

GO AWAY!!! I raised my wary glance to see flames of desire igniting in his eyes and promptly reduced to a juddering mass of conflicting emotions which made me resort to begging in an attempt at self-preservation.