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synopsis: When pineapple ruins Scarlett's clothes, he indirectly helps her escape the upcoming disaster. However, karma is faster than light.
author's note: the entire plot is a first-person pov of Scarlett; the characters are non-fictional, i.e., they do not represent a face of a movie/anime/series/show.
content warning: ꒰Vince x Scarlett꒱, series contains smut !
word count: 1.8k
I was wearing a loose boyfriend solid shirt (that was the name of the shirt, I was fairly single), blue denim shorts and a spaghetti strap white tank top that hugged me like my fictional boyfriends.
Now, what was left of my casual yet hot and fuckable outfit was simply the shorts as the carbonated drink buzzed over my poor shirt and drenched my top shades of brown.
“You heard what you heard.” I scowled at pineapple, who was looking at me with slight amusement on his face. “ha-ha, I bet you’re enjoying this.”
That punched a bubble of laughter out of him as the stoic-faced, apparently eye-candy (lowkey he was) and an absolute asshole currently, The Vince scratched his neck.
“I would have tried to warn you but you seemed pretty expert in walking backwards.” He shrugged, his gaze lingering over my shirt. That was driving me to the edge more than the ick I got from the drink bathing me.
“The only reverse she is good at is reverse cowgirl.” Tom had, again, rushed to help me out but this time it was anything but help.
I elbowed him hard and flashed a smile at him. “Stand behind my caravan and I’ll show you what other reverse I’m good at.”
“Ooh.” That was when I noticed the guy standing beside Vince, a smirk on his face as he stared at me. It was Tayler.
“You’re friends with him?” My face broke into a horrible scowl as I pointed at Vince with my eyes on Tayler. That guy howled as if he had heard the best joke in his life, whereas Vince seemed rather offended.
I rolled my eyes at him, and before I could protest, he held my pointed finger and pulled me closer, his voice low; eyes boring into mine with a firm yet gentle look. “So much hatred behind those pretty eyes. What did I do to deserve that?”
I yanked my hand away from him and scoffed. Looking back at Tom, I was damn sure he had no intentions of getting me out of this. I had to be my own savior.
“Maybe you’re getting more attention than our princess.” Tom chirped, and this time, my glare bore into him hard enough to shut his giggles into…muffled giggles.
“Tom, I'm gonna tie you up to the bed and edge you so hard you'll cry. Be ready for that.” My smile killed whatever giggles he had to offer, choking himself with it.
Tugging my shirt off and shoving it against Vince’s chest, I gave him a last look; a tight smile plastered on my face. “Like it so much to not apologize either? Keep it, and jerk off with it if you want.”
With that, I stormed towards my van. All the party disaster was now getting into my head for absolutely no reason.
Maybe I should not be so sour about it. But then, people ruin this positive mindset of mine.
Shutting the metal door behind me as I switched on the fairy lights, a loud groan made its way through me. “Shit, I feel so dead.”
I walked a little towards the mini bed resting right in front of the door and plopped with another sigh.
My caravan was nothing but home for me. Proud to say, as an interior designer myself, I worked through the interior of my van myself. The walls were in shades of pink and purple; corners in hue of the LED strip lights and arches made by the fairy lights.
In front of the bed, right next to the main door was my little kitchen. Adjacent to it, on either side, were doors to the driver seat and another big bedroom which had a giant washroom attached. Needless to say, I had everything to fit in with me if I ever decided to go on a road trip for months.
Closing my eyes to the shades of pink and golden blending, I felt my damp bra sticking to my skin. Jolting up at the realization, I stood and walked inside my bedroom.
“Ugh, this was one of my favorite fits.” I opened my closet, took off my tank top and unhooked my bra along with my shorts. Standing naked in the middle of the room, I wondered what to wear. “I’m taking my exit from this party anyway.”
I skimmed through the closet once more before snatching a similar top, a little tighter and in a shade of light pink. Deciding I should take a shower, I pulled out another pair of shorts and panties before walking into my bathroom and turning the knob on.
As the chilling water made contact with my bare skin, a shudder ran through me. I blinked my eyes closed once again, letting the water wash down the sticky feeling of the drink. Lathing my loofah in my favorite body wash; fragrance of lemon, cinnamon and amber.
I had not realized how long I had been standing under the shower until the window, a little below the ceiling, began to cover in streaks of droplets; the view outside blurring and softening behind the window pane. The light pitter-patter soon got louder.
“Oh, wow. Timing are crazy.” I wrapped myself in my bathrobe while drying my hair. If I had been a little late, I would be drenched in cola and rain.
As I was about to giggle in a sense of achievement, thinking things happen for a reason, a loud thunder shattered my composure as I flinched. “Good lord,” Shaking my head, I rushed to the bedroom.
Lying on the bed for a few more seconds while hearing the roof splattering with droplets, I almost did not catch the knock on the door. But as the rain got heavier and louder, the door knocked again, much louder than before.
I frowned, wondering who would be foolish enough to roam in a weather like this. But reluctantly, I got up, hurriedly slipping into my clothes and rushing towards the door.
Slightly peeking outside, I noticed a drenched figure walking its way towards the ground. “What the hell, does he wanna die?” I muttered to myself, but as soon as my eyes fell on the shirt he was holding, precisely my shirt, I opened the door wide.
“Hey!” Yelling over the storm, I hoped he would stop in his tracks and return because at that rate he would either die from the rain or the thunderbolts. “Vince!”
His steps halted and he turned around. Despite the blurring rain, I could make out his white t-shirt sticking to his body, his hair drenched, raindrops dripping down his jaw. “Come back here, you asshole!” I motioned with my hand, and as if on command, he ran towards me.
“Hi,” he smiled stupidly. “I'm sorry to disturb you at this…hour.” He looked around, nothing in sight visible. He looked at me again, his face clear with water as he stood just two steps away from me.
I was standing on the stairs, water trickling over my bare feet. Yet, he was almost in front of my face. Rolling my eyes in slight annoyance, I held his bare arm and pulled him inside. “You will die. Why are you out in a fucking storm anyway?”
My fluffy rug mat beneath his dirty shoes dampened in less than a few seconds as I shut the door behind us, the ear-bursting noise fading. Normally, that would boil my blood and promote the idea of throwing a fit, but at that moment, I only cared about the man standing in front of me.
I looked around, picked up my slightly used towel and shoved it on his chest. “Explain,” I raised a brow, and Vince simply grinned.“We were leaving, but I had your shirt with me. So I told my crew I'd return it to you and be right back. But guess they just left me behind, or not? I don't know. I can barely see anything in this thunderstorm.” He went on, casually running the damp towel through his wet hair, and then down his neck.
I did not realize I was following his actions intently until he tilted his head with an amusing smile. “Is something distracting you, Scarlett?”
“Shut up,” I grumbled, averting my gaze and walking towards my mini kitchen as I turned on the kettle. His presence was getting on my nerves, in both good and bad ways. I glanced at him and told him to take a seat.
“Don't wanna ruin your sheets.” By the way he casually sat on the bed, I don't think he cared about my sheets.
“It's okay, I've already done it.”
“How?” His voice dripped with such curiosity and amusement that I had to look at him with a side eye. “The cola that you spilled on me? I sat on the sheets with that drenching me. How else would it be?”
I rolled my eyes as I heard him laugh. Pouring the green tea in two cups, I walked towards him and handed him one. “You're actually pretty dumb though.” I grinned, nudging my head towards his damp clothes. “Why would you run all the way here in such a storm just to return this shirt to me?”
“Because your shirt isn't what I want to jerk off with.” He blurted. I blinked, taking a moment to let his words settle. As they did, I bursted into laughter.
“What, you want, like, my panties or something?” He rolled his eyes as I continued to giggle.
“Might work.”
“Gross.”
“Is it? That's still better than a shirt though.”
“Sure,” Mocking him a little more, I cleared my throat while settling the empty cups on the bedside. “Hi, I'm Scarlett.”
“Vince.”
“Where's the hi?” I frowned.
“Hi, Scarlett. I'm Vince.” The corner of his lips turned up.
“Do you enjoy messing with me?” I tilted my head, wondering why he was so annoying.
“What do you think?” His smirk widened as he leaned in, his eyes never leaving mine.
As I felt my heart racing at the sudden proximity, I averted my gaze, suddenly hyper aware of how beautiful my caravan was. Good lord.
“What do you do, Scarlett?” He scooted back, resting his back against the wall.
“I'm a traveller.” I started, not wanting to elaborate on that.
“And?”
“And… an interior designer? What about you?” Now I was looking at him, a little less concerned about his eyes lingering on me still.
“I do things in secret.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why would you ask me a question that you cannot answer yourself?”
“Because, I want to know about you.”“So do I?” My brows furrowed. That offended me.
He chuckled, looking at me with that look again. “Do you?”
Letting out a shuddery breath, I shifted my gaze at the door. “Yes.”
He let out a groan, and before I could look at him again, he held my chin and made me look at him instead. “Where am I?”
“Huh?”
“Who are you talking to? The door? The lights?”
“What do you mean?” I mumbled, my chest rising and falling as his fingers grazed the corner of my lips.
synopsis: Scarlett attends a party which turns entirely opposite to what she expected, however, a party that does not match her vibe is not the only unexpected thing that happens to her..
author's note: the entire plot is a first-person pov of Scarlett; the characters are non-fictional, i.e., they do not represent a face of a movie/anime/series/show.
content warning: ꒰Vince x Scarlett꒱, series contains smut
word count: 1.6k
I have always been a person who loves to get drunk and dance the night away when it comes to parties. My friends, my friends’ friends and even their friends are well aware that if someone hosts a party, Scarlett Aston would be holding the champagne bottle.
To my utter disappointment, the party that I agreed to join neither had any champagne bottle nor any vibes.
“Scar!” As I was done setting up the giant table overpowered by the weight of tacos and nachos, Emily, the party host, called me out from the tent.
Suppressing a groan and pasting a smile, I approached her bright squealing figure.
She held my arm, her voice higher than an octave. “Thank you thank you thank you! I didn’t get to say this earlier, but I never expected you to come to my party.”
Neither did I.
“But because of you,” Emily’s friend and co-host, Jackson adjusted his glass and squinted his eyes at his tablet, “Almost 250 people booked their free pass for our ‘Get-To-Know-Each-Other with Tacos-Nachos-On-The-Table Party’!”
I blinked, a slow awkward chuckle making its way as I scratched my neck. “The name of the party is sure better than it was earlier. I didn’t know we had this feature on the Fiesta app.”
People say don’t judge a book by its cover. I said, 'fuck what people say’, judged this book by its cover and took my entire caravan to the middle of the forest where, somehow, an amusement park stands tall with less than 50 customers gracing its rides on a daily basis.
The owner better thank me for increasing his sale.
“I know right!” Emily giggled, “I told Jackson, ‘Champagne and Tequila’ is too boring, considering it's a no-heavy-alcohol party. Also, it’s not a feature available to everyone.”
My brows furrowed as she waved her hand to whisper in my ear. “My uncle is the co-owner of the Fiesta app.”
My eyes shut, as if holding back the urge to throw that damn table of tacos and nachos upside down and run away from here.
Fiesta is a popular application that lets you throw parties and invite a huge crowd. And the fact that this girl’s uncle holds the rights to that application that was my only source of fun, something in me screams to say. ‘Emily. You have potential. Don’t waste it.’ and then, for the nth time, flip that goddamn table I took 1 hour to set and run away.
“Hey,” before either of us could continue, Jackson pointed at the grand iron gate of the park. “I think it’s time.”
I looked at my watch. It was 4 in the evening.
“They are half an hour earlier,” I gaped at the crowd. A huge crowd.
I was mentally ready to get thrown over by this huge crowd.
“Alright,” I deadpanned, “maybe I was exaggerating when I said that this location is in the middle of nowhere, but, I know for sure this is going to be the shittiest party you guys will ever be in.”
My friends, along with their friends and them along with their friends, laughed in unison.
“Look, I’m not shitting on this party,” I turned my chair around and cradled it, resting my arms over its head as every pair of eyes were fixed on me, “But this kinda party isn’t my vibe. Like ‘get-to-know-each-other’? No, fuck, I’m fine without knowing anyone.”
“Says the girl who knows the entire town.” Vera, one of my close friends, rolled her eyes. I scoffed when someone said, “Town is an understatement.”
“Bub, it’s fine. You have us. You have so many people. It won’t be as boring as you assume it to be.” Dynna handed me the glass of mojito.
“Look at Emily’s face, she’s so happy that so many people joined! Plus, getting to know each other isn’t a bad idea.” Tom sipped on his Coca-Cola.
“It is definitely not a bad idea.” Maria choked on her drink, but she did not seem to mind at all for her eyes were fixated somewhere, gawking at someone. “Who the holy-fucking-fuck is he?”
We all looked at the person she was staring at. A tall black-haired guy, a pair of black jeans, a loose T-shirt and a jacket thrown messily over his shoulder.
“Oh Scar, you really attracted some hot meat,” Bee drooled, “This party should be renamed as ‘get-to-know-each-other-and-fuck.’”
“Absolutely, you can go and fuck on the merry-go-round or in the bushes ‘cause unfortunately there are no rooms here,” I tossed my finished glass into the bin kept nearby and groaned lazily. “I am so fucking bored.”
Tayler, one of the guy friends of Vera, gave me his hand. But before he could say something, my frown deepened at the sudden bass and the beginning of a Spanish song.
The man standing in front of me grinned widely, “Scarlett. Wanna dance?”
A white tank top and beige cargo. I shrugged and got off the chair. Better than rotting in boredom.
He held my hand and pulled me to where the rest of the crowd was. If I admit, there were at least a hundred people whom I had never met.
As we made it to the centre, many unknown faces waved at me, winked at me, or whispered a “Shall I be next?” in my ear.
A smile formed on my lips. A little vibey now.
Tayler began, and with his very first step, it was pretty evident he knew nothing about dance. Not wanting to break the boy’s enthusiasm, I continued, my each step precise and perfect.
Yes, that’s how I do it.
As the tempo increased, partners changed.
A solid arm sneaked around my waist, holding me close as I looked at the face. I burst into laughter, it was Tom.
“Am I better than that man, senorita?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I nodded with a grin.
“Oh fuck you are!”
But before he could take me for a spin, partners changed again.
“Scarlett!” The tight hold on me had softened; and became more gentle. I looked at the glowing face, and my lips turned into a soft smile.
“Hi, Emily.”
She giggled as I took her for a spin.
“It was a pleasure serving you, my lady.” She looked around, aware that the partners are going to change soon. It looked like she wanted to say more, but bit her tongue.
“The pleasure is all mine,” I kissed the back of her hand as the circle kept moving with the beat.
Partners changed again.
No contact. No touch. My palm landed on the broad shoulder, and I looked up in confusion.
It was the guy who Maria pointed at. The one with black jeans. My scowl deepened when he moved with my steps effortlessly, but his arm hung in the air, just an inch away from my waist.
It kinda pissed me off.
“Being respectful?” A smirk took over my face at his features. With my right hand, I held his palm that was right behind it and pulled it tightly. He was tall. His bare arm now snaked perfectly around me.
He simply looked at me, my breath hitching when he pulled me closer. “Is this how you want it?”
Okay.
I gulped and involuntarily averted my gaze. Did he just make me nervous?
“Hi.” His hard features broke into a smile, and my eyes refused to look away this time. “Vince.”
Maybe I was lost staring at him because I was silent for a whole two minutes.
“Scarlett. Hi.” I cleared my throat and flashed a smile in response. “Welcome to the party world, lil’ boy.” I gave his chest a light push with a head-tilt, the smile still lingering on my lips as the song stopped.
Turning around, I saw my friends gawking at me. Before I could scream at what just happened right now, a guy blocked my way.
“Hi, uh, Scarlett, you don’t know me but, can I get your num-”
“She’s already occupied.” Tom’s voice echoed in my ear as he threw his arm around me and dragged me out of there.
I sighed, “Can you speak a little softer next time?”
“Like this, my lady?” He whispered on my neck and I smacked his head with a glare.
He laughed and slumped over the chair. “Chill, mama.”
I flipped him off while taking my spot, cradling the chair again.
“That was one hell of a dance,” Bee muttered, her head hung low.
“What’s up? Everything okay?”
“That guy,” She sniffled, and I straightened up.
“What did he do?” I dragged my chair near her and rubbed her back gently.
She looked at me with teary eyes. “He joined the dance in the last round, and I didn’t get a chance with him.”
A huge groan in unison.
“It’s okay baby girl,” I clicked my tongue and pointed at the drinks table. “You’ll find hotter guys than him.”
“But Vince is the hottest guy around, Scarlett! No one’s hotter than him!”
I physically cringed, gagged and rolled my eyes. She was talking like a high-schooler who had her first crush.
“Oh please,” I scoffed, getting off my chair and turning around to bring some more drinks, “He is an A.”
“A is good, though. Especially when it comes to you.” Tom called out, and I faced them, walking backwards with a grin.
There were still 2 steps away, but I decided to shout it out for them. “A stands for average!-”
“Fuck,” I cursed, feeling the ice-cold liquid trailing down my checkered shirt’s sleeve.
Vera’s eyes widened and she gave me ‘the look’.
I don’t know what’s ‘the look’ either.
Bee hissed. “Pineapple!”
The feeling of the drink creeping down my arm was gross enough for me not to pay attention to what they were saying. “Not pineapple, dumbass. Average!”
I turned around, wondering where the apology for spoiling my clothes was. As I was about to look at the culprit, the culprit’s voice thumped in my chest.
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a good artist doesn't stop creating masterpieces even when his muse is no longer around (I've broken up w the person who was the inspo behind clyde but I'll still write because art over pain any day)
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synopsis: a smol storyline pt.3, Charlotte third-wheels the entire chapter despite being the mc(??)
content warning: ꒰Rayan x Olivia꒱; no xxx, sister chooses love over sister (aka betrayal) pt.2
author's note: the entire plot is a first-person pov of Charlotte; the characters are non-fictional, i.e., they do not represent a face of a movie/anime/series/show.
word count: 876 words
“Dubai?” My eyeballs left my socket as I gaped at the two people smiling at me.
“Yes, Dubai. We can celebrate Christmas there.” Olivia suggested, stepping aside as an old woman entered the shop. Her eyes returned on me, as she prompted me to answer.
“Well- yeah, I’d love to. But, why?” I hesitated, before looking at Rayan. “I thought we were celebrating Christmas at my place?”
“Well, now we’ll celebrate it at our place.” Olivia mumbled.
I frowned. Wait. What?
My eyes fell out of the sockets the second time as my eyes darted between them two, practically screaming now, “Your place? You two have a place together?”
“No! That’s not what I meant!” Olivia’s eyes widened as she protested, shaking her head.
“What do you mean no?” I gasped, the people around now looking at us. Rayan gave them an apologetic bow, pushing both of us out the store.
“I am hella confused.” I exasperated, so caught off-guard. Suddenly, I remembered the snow ball I had my eyes on.
Mumbling “just a minute”, I rushed back to the store,picking the snow ball and checking it out on the counter. Passing a soft smile to the cashier, I paid using my card and exited the store.
“Okay, time’s up,” I cleared my throat, pointing at both of them, “explain before I chop you both.”
“I bought an apartment, and it happens to be in the same building as his.” Olivia tried to explain, receiving a deep frown from me. “So,” she continued, “I meant to say that you can be at both of our houses. So, our place.”
Made zero sense.
I smell a fish.
Squinting my eyes at Olivia, whose face was nothing but tomato, I turned to look at Rayan. He stood as chill as ever, with no care for the world.
He caught my gaze, and he raised his eyebrow. “Done interrogating? Now, do you want to go to Dubai? We’ll have to leave by evening.”
The question was not even a question, it was his way of saying “you are coming to Dubai.”
I blinked, whining loudly. “You guys keep giving me surprises. How am I supposed to get my things ready in less than a few hours?”
“Stop acting like a kid,” he smacked my forehead as they both walked towards the restaurant, “hurry up now.”
Sighing in annoyance, I followed them. Olivia looked back at me and smiled sheepishly. I glared at her, sticking my tongue out. Choosing love over sister.
It was 7 in the evening, I was sitting on the plane with my eyes fixed on the seat ahead of me with a deep frown on my face. What am I doing with my life?
“You’ll get frown marks,” Rayan flicked my forehead. I flinched, frowning at him. He rolled his head, looking at me with low eyes.
“What?” I grumbled, glaring at him.
“Did you not take coffee before leaving?” He asked nonchalantly, as I saw Olivia peeking from behind him, suppressing her laughter.
I turned my eyes on Rayan, ready to spit out on his face. “Fuck coffee, I could barely take all of the things I need in-” A hand from ahead, holding out a cup of coffee, appeared.
I blinked at the young guy who looked away shyly, he muttered, “I didn’t have it. You can take it, if you want. It’s frappuccino.”
Aweing at his sweet gesture, I smiled softly and accepted the coffee cup. Muttering a “thank you”, I looked at the coffee cup.
‘Eros’
He has a pretty name.
“She’s married.” I whipped my head in Rayan’s direction and he shrugged.
The boy hesitated and smiled awkwardly. I looked at him and smiled, “thank you for the coffee, Eros.”
He nodded and sat back on his seat, and I looked at Rayan, he mouthed a ‘what?’
“Nothing,” Groaning with a heavy head, I looked out the window while taking a sip of the coffee.
It was too sweet.
“Bee,” Rayan spoke lightly, “What do you think about this design?”
I peeked at them and saw Rayan showing her some furniture on his iPad.
“Planning furniture for your home?” I smiled while sipping my coffee slowly as I watched Olivia choking on air. “Maybe you both should be careful around me, you don’t want another interrogation, do you?”
“She told you we’re not living together. It’s for Olivia’s legal office.” Rayan spoke while working on the screen. I sighed, I feel left out on my own best friend and sister’s love story.
“Eli, I told you I opened a legal office, didn’t I?” She questioned innocently, and that made me lose my shit.
I was offended that she didn’t tell me. “Of Course not! When was the last time you told me about your life?” Huffing in disappointment, I buried myself in my seat and plugged in my earphones.
As I scrolled through my apps, a message popped up.
Me, on my knees, mouth wrapped around my butch's cock. My pussy literally drips with the knowledge that I am pleasing them, that I am theirs to fuck and theirs alone. They could push me to the floor and fuck me into oblivion if they wanted. They may, or they may keep ignoring me. Either way it's intoxicating.
Their dick is silicone so I don't have to worry about my teeth accidentally grazing it. I've got a pillow under my knees and I'm naked on our living room floor. I made sure to shut the blinds.
They play video games while I just barely bob up and down, feeling them thrust a little every so often. Sometimes I rest my head on their thigh and just close my eyes, lost in sub space. I can take it out, lick and suck to my hearts content (yes, it's an oral fixation shut up) before swallowing it back down. I've got a strong gag reflex so they pick the shorter cock. A service top through and through.
'Good girl', they'll murmur while resting a hand on the back of my head. I'm growing my hair out just so they have something to grip. Sometimes they'll fuck my mouth if I'm extra good, throwing their head back and gasping at how good it feels. Sometimes they just hum like they're eating a very good meal. I like both options.
I hate when it's over (when my back or knees start to hurt). One last lick that makes them shudder. I tuck them back into their pants carefully, getting a little too handsy as usual. I get up and wipe off my mouth, giving them a kiss before I sit down beside them. They run their hands over my body, telling me what a good girl I am and how well I did. I live for being called a good girl.
We may have sex later. We may not. But my head, normally buzzing with activity, is blissfully silent.
synopsis: a smol storyline pt.3, Charlotte third-wheels the entire chapter despite being the mc(??)
content warning: ꒰Rayan x Olivia꒱; no xxx, sister chooses love over sister (aka betrayal) pt.2
author's note: the entire plot is a first-person pov of Charlotte; the characters are non-fictional, i.e., they do not represent a face of a movie/anime/series/show.
word count: 876 words
“Dubai?” My eyeballs left my socket as I gaped at the two people smiling at me.
“Yes, Dubai. We can celebrate Christmas there.” Olivia suggested, stepping aside as an old woman entered the shop. Her eyes returned on me, as she prompted me to answer.
“Well- yeah, I’d love to. But, why?” I hesitated, before looking at Rayan. “I thought we were celebrating Christmas at my place?”
“Well, now we’ll celebrate it at our place.” Olivia mumbled.
I frowned. Wait. What?
My eyes fell out of the sockets the second time as my eyes darted between them two, practically screaming now, “Your place? You two have a place together?”
“No! That’s not what I meant!” Olivia’s eyes widened as she protested, shaking her head.
“What do you mean no?” I gasped, the people around now looking at us. Rayan gave them an apologetic bow, pushing both of us out the store.
“I am hella confused.” I exasperated, so caught off-guard. Suddenly, I remembered the snow ball I had my eyes on.
Mumbling “just a minute”, I rushed back to the store,picking the snow ball and checking it out on the counter. Passing a soft smile to the cashier, I paid using my card and exited the store.
“Okay, time’s up,” I cleared my throat, pointing at both of them, “explain before I chop you both.”
“I bought an apartment, and it happens to be in the same building as his.” Olivia tried to explain, receiving a deep frown from me. “So,” she continued, “I meant to say that you can be at both of our houses. So, our place.”
Made zero sense.
I smell a fish.
Squinting my eyes at Olivia, whose face was nothing but tomato, I turned to look at Rayan. He stood as chill as ever, with no care for the world.
He caught my gaze, and he raised his eyebrow. “Done interrogating? Now, do you want to go to Dubai? We’ll have to leave by evening.”
The question was not even a question, it was his way of saying “you are coming to Dubai.”
I blinked, whining loudly. “You guys keep giving me surprises. How am I supposed to get my things ready in less than a few hours?”
“Stop acting like a kid,” he smacked my forehead as they both walked towards the restaurant, “hurry up now.”
Sighing in annoyance, I followed them. Olivia looked back at me and smiled sheepishly. I glared at her, sticking my tongue out. Choosing love over sister.
It was 7 in the evening, I was sitting on the plane with my eyes fixed on the seat ahead of me with a deep frown on my face. What am I doing with my life?
“You’ll get frown marks,” Rayan flicked my forehead. I flinched, frowning at him. He rolled his head, looking at me with low eyes.
“What?” I grumbled, glaring at him.
“Did you not take coffee before leaving?” He asked nonchalantly, as I saw Olivia peeking from behind him, suppressing her laughter.
I turned my eyes on Rayan, ready to spit out on his face. “Fuck coffee, I could barely take all of the things I need in-” A hand from ahead, holding out a cup of coffee, appeared.
I blinked at the young guy who looked away shyly, he muttered, “I didn’t have it. You can take it, if you want. It’s frappuccino.”
Aweing at his sweet gesture, I smiled softly and accepted the coffee cup. Muttering a “thank you”, I looked at the coffee cup.
‘Eros’
He has a pretty name.
“She’s married.” I whipped my head in Rayan’s direction and he shrugged.
The boy hesitated and smiled awkwardly. I looked at him and smiled, “thank you for the coffee, Eros.”
He nodded and sat back on his seat, and I looked at Rayan, he mouthed a ‘what?’
“Nothing,” Groaning with a heavy head, I looked out the window while taking a sip of the coffee.
It was too sweet.
“Bee,” Rayan spoke lightly, “What do you think about this design?”
I peeked at them and saw Rayan showing her some furniture on his iPad.
“Planning furniture for your home?” I smiled while sipping my coffee slowly as I watched Olivia choking on air. “Maybe you both should be careful around me, you don’t want another interrogation, do you?”
“She told you we’re not living together. It’s for Olivia’s legal office.” Rayan spoke while working on the screen. I sighed, I feel left out on my own best friend and sister’s love story.
“Eli, I told you I opened a legal office, didn’t I?” She questioned innocently, and that made me lose my shit.
I was offended that she didn’t tell me. “Of Course not! When was the last time you told me about your life?” Huffing in disappointment, I buried myself in my seat and plugged in my earphones.
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