Billionaire Bad Boys Club. A club formed to hide the dirty secrets of the top one percent, a club to cover the tracks of the elite. But when these boys start to get threatened by their own secrets, things begin to go out of control.
-𝐍𝐄𝟎𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒
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ACT SIX SCENE THREE CONFESSION
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sahar glacé PERSPECTIVE
LUCA GLANCES AT me with a refined smile as he slipped away from me. "I didn't mean to-" before he concludes his words I stop him by enveloping him into a tight hug. For some reason, I never recognised how valuable Luca is to me, his admirable and thoughtful gesture was just enough to make my heart dance in delight. A dream within a dream, the concept of both of us ever being more than friends seemed like an empty dream.
I felt his body tense. His heart was beating fast while his hand benevolently grazed my back. "I'm confused," he whispers.
"So am I." I breathe out.
It felt like time suspended for a while.
"Sahar," Luca says, his words resembled velvet. "You don't seem to understand, each time you say something or do something - I feel miserable," he mutters, gripping me by the shoulders.
"All I could think about is how much you treat me like a friend, everything seems confusing, you just keep doing things that make me believe that what we have is not just friendship," he states, leaning his back on the large oak tree. "It's stupid to assume you'd think the same as me."
His brown eyes gleam. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? You rejected me once but why does it feel like you're messing with me." his words catch me off guard. All I aspired to do was make him feel more content, to exist without worries instead I made him feel lonelier than ever.
"I'm not sure what I'm doing, all I think about is your happiness," I tell him, glimpsing at his celestial features, he appeared so heavenly but functioned like he was nothing. I hated it, seeing him feel so lonely and dismal made me ache to be there for him more. But each time I supported him; I continued repeating in my mind that it was for our friendship. Forgetting there are limits to friendships and I failed to recognise that.
