The Queen's Weakness

2. Friendly Hangouts and Perfect Couples

*Edited*

CHAPTER 2
Friendly Hangouts and Perfect Couples.

I entered the cold, empty house where I lived alone with a few unfriendly maids.

My parents abandoned me the day I was born. Since then, I only saw them once in year during fancy events that I was forced to attend. All they needed from me was a heir to their company, and for that, they showered me with luxuries to stay on my good side. 

But I despised them for leaving me all alone in this world. They never wanted me, and they never loved me. I always felt like a burden, and I hated them for making me feel like that.  

My grandmother brought me up until I lost her to cancer at the age of four. After that, my parents left me with rude nannies who barely cared about me. Everyday, I would hear the maids gossip about how they no one wanted me. They said that it was no surprise—I was too much of a brat to have anyone love me. 

Being homeschooled till ten, I had no friends other than Asher—my father's best friend's son. When I joined school, Asher introduced me to Blake, and that's when I everything turned around for me. He gave me something to look forward to in life, and I didn't feel lonely anymore. I guess I was in love, but I never knew. 

The doorbell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. I watched as a maid rushed to answer the door.

I invited my friends over for a hangout today, but they weren't  supposed to be here yet. 

"Lynne!" a deep voice called, and I grinned. 

Dropping my schoolbag to the floor, I hopped towards Blake.

"You're early." I grinned, grabbing his hand and leading him to the living room. 

"I thought that I should come early to help you... relax," he said, taking a seat on the couch. 

I smirked, strutting towards him, adding an extra sway to my hips. "Oh yeah?" What do you have in mind? A message? Pedicure?" I joked, pushing myself between his legs. 

"Other things," he replied huskily, pulling me to his lap. 

Adjusting myself on him, I bit my lips, captivated by his grayish-blue eyes. 

Blake and I had an instant connection the moment we met. That connection grew, and on my 15th birthday, he kissed me for the first time. We sneaked around for a couple months, making out in closed spaces until we were caught by our friends. After that, we never hid our relationship which made half of the school think that we were dating. 

On Blake's sixteenth birthday—a few months before I turned sixteen myself—Blake and I lost out virginities to each other. Since that night, Blake stayed over at my place almost all the time, and we grew closer than ever. 

Since our first kiss, we had an agreement that we weren't monogamous. Through the no-strings-attached relationship and the countless number of one-night stands with other people, our friendship survived. 

Somewhere along the way, I fell in love. But I didn't know until a few months ago. 

I guess I was a little scared of the new feelings, because the moment I found out, I flew out to Paris to get away from him. I tried hooking up with a few men during my trip, but they never made it to my bedroom as my mind always soared to Blake. Being with another guy didn't seem right anymore, so I gave up and decided to be all his. 

Blake still slept around. Why wouldn't he? He wasn't the one in love.

"You seem distracted," Blake whispered, tracing my lips with his thumb. "Did you miss me on your trip?"