Five years ago, Eric Valence left Draven H. Malcom's hometown to find himself within the literary industry. The passing of his friend Melissa drove him away, and he soon became a well-known author.
However, when Draven H. Malcom encounters Eric Valence at an award show, he was taken aback when Eric was no alone, rather with his new fiancé, Kyle Merchi.
The ongoing battle for Eric's attention between Draven H. Malcom and Kyle Merchi is causing tension within the literary industry, and when information become exaggerated in the media, storylines for new comic books leaked to other authors, Draven H. Malcom is left confused as to who to trust.
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"I don't know what else to do. Coming back here made me realize how much I love you but I can't just forget about what Kyle did for me, we were together two years-!"
"I never said you fucking had to!" Draven shouted, broadening his shoulders, "All I asked was for you to be real with me. I didn't come to you and ask you to have sex with me, you came to me. I didn't ask you to come tell me you love me again, you came to me. Nobody asked you to fucking break up with your fiancé, Eric!"
"Then what do you want me to do?!"
"Nothing!" Both of them had been screaming their lungs out, Draven with veins in his neck as he continued, "Not a fucking thing!"
"Draven, come on-"
"No, just stop, please."
"I love you, you know that." Eric tried to reach for him again, and was surprised that when he touched Draven's fingers, Draven did not pull away. "Don't give up on me, please Draven."
Draven shook his head, "Then choose. It's either Kyle or me, choose right now."
Eric seemed taken by surprised, and he frowned, "I can't do that."
"Then we're done."
His lips crushed on mine leaving no room for escape and l tried to move away but all l could do was to moan his name
"Na (sigh) than."
Damn why was my body not co-operating with me, just a little touch of his hands hand spirals of shivers moving all over my body.
He lifts me up on his table and his hand just sent the papers on his table flying on the floor.
It just had to happen, someone opened the door and my body jecks away from his and the face l saw just made matters worse. Words which came after even made matters worse
"Well played son, l taught you well."
What, what is that supposed to mean, l taught you well. Shit how could l be so dump and naive to think he would actually fall in love with me and not revenge on me
The things inside your chest is real, it works so well that when exposed to such, it breaks into a million pieces.
" Nicole, it's not what you think."
The clinche statement that a woman is exposed to when the guy is in a controversial situation.
And l found my body for once cooperating cause l suddenly found energy to walk out of the room.
I HAD FALLEN IN LOVE.................. WITH THE DEVIL HIMSELF
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