One crazy, celebratory night.
3 confused finest New York bachelors.
A 24-hour food stall.
One confusing, domino-effect kiss.
After a disappointing day, Em decided to treat herself with a takeaway food. She was staring up at the menu on top of the st...
"Spill my words and tear me down until there's nothing left,
Rearrange the pieces just to fit me with the rest."
- Monster by Shawn Mendes & Justin Bieber
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We haven't spoken a word to each other after the kiss. Minutes after it happened, Nic received a call from work, and his expression changed abruptly—cold and calculating. Whatever news he got clearly made him unhappy.
This side to him took me aback. There was a reason why the Wilson family wanted him as their future successor. Talking on the phone, his words were firm and of commanding nature. His demeanour changed as he swapped his thinking cap—from the twenty-something carefree Nic to the brilliant mind that was recognised as Fortune's top youngest leaders. This was Nic's hidden alter ego.
After dinner, he had gone to drop me back at his penthouse and told me he wouldn't be coming home for a while. With that, Nic drove away in his black Infiniti car. It's now been three nights since I last saw him.
I contemplated whether to text him and ask whether he was okay. But every time I was about to send that text, the memory of our second kiss would flash in my mind, and I would always hesitate. A million questions and doubts would flood my mind.
What are we?
Isn't this all just a play?
We're not real, aren't we?
Am I crossing my boundaries?
He fucking kissed you. He crossed the line first.
And I never ended up sending him the text.
After a busy week in the office, the weekend finally came. By now, I had started to get used to the mean stares and the condescending looks around the office. I worked as usual and politely rejected any special treatments people tried to trick me with. Since Nic was away, Kyle had kindly offered to pick and drop me off every day. I had insisted that I could simply take public transport.
But Kyle being Kyle, he appeared every morning in front of Nic's apartment, and he would come downstairs to pick me up every evening after work. That was also one of the reasons why people stopped hating me and began to shut up. No one wanted to go against the future heir of Morrison Lance, not if they want to keep their jobs that is.
Now, huddled up in a thick cream blankets on the floor, I blew the steam from my coffee and sipped on it slowly—all while watching the view from Nic's penthouse. I pondered for a moment. Weeks ago, who would've thought that I could get a corporate job? Who could've guessed that I would start living in a penthouse that cost millions of dollars?
Everyone thought it was a typical rag to riches story.
But it all came with a price.
These were the thoughts in my head when I heard the main entrance door open. At the sound, I got up and turned towards door. My grip on my cup tightened as I contemplated my next move. Another wave of doubt and nervousness clouded my thoughts.
