"You may feel disgusted by me, Lillian. But remember. I'm your fucking fiancé. Not him".
The minute he said those words , the whole world tuned out. The chatter of people, the honking of vehicles, and the football match playing on television. Everyt...
I woke up to a banging door. I was lying on my stomach, eyes glued shut.
My head felt like it was splitting in half. Someone was still knocking on the door, but when I tried to turn, my body protested like it had been twisted in the worst possible ways. I groaned as I forced my head to turn and face the door.
Instead, all I saw when I peeled open my eyes was Ricky's dazzling face up close. My limbs were so jammed, I couldn't even move away from him.
He was still in blissful sleep. I had never before taken a closer look at his face other than the time I was mesmerized by his eye color when we first met. His features were sharp, and those gray eyes could make anyone fall in love. Maybe that was why he was expected to be a playboy, and maybe that was why he became one.
This is how our playboy looks like 👇🏻😉
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I couldn't help but think Elle was so lucky to have a handsome boyfriend like him. I've always avoided looking at boys, as I didn't want to end up developing feelings for anyone, but these kinds of faces made me doubt my reasoning. Though I would never fall for my friend, I had learned to appreciate beauty.
I wondered if I would've fallen in love with anyone else if I had let myself. Now I'd never know. I even took a really long time to take a look at Jam-
At that instant, all the memories from last night poured into my mind like water from a long-forgotten dam that had been suddenly opened.
For a second, the stiffness of my muscles vanished as I ran into the bathroom and threw up. I threw up for so long that I didn't even notice Ricky as he slipped inside the bathroom. I was almost feeling dizzy when he carefully held my hair back as I emptied my stomach.
My head was spinning as I washed my face, and he helped me get back to the bed. The same someone was still pounding on the door, now accompanied by some profanities that my brain couldn't process.
"From the way you drowned the bottle, I thought you were a professional drunkard. Looks like you're just a naive kid who got too excited for her first sip of alcohol."
I wanted to punch the handsomeness straight out of his stupid face.
He was cracking up like an idiot. "Awww. What's wrong, baby? Why the pout?"
I shoved him out of bed, and he held on to the frame just before he nearly fell on the floor, head first.
"Is this all the thanks I get for holding up your hair when you were busy being disgusting?" He was bellowing, but with a smile. "What a cruel world! I guess I have to accept Elle's kicking in the night because everyone else is heartless."
"Elle kicks you at night? Wait. When did you-"
He cut me off before I could kill him. "Someone's been giving their soul to bang the door for almost an hour. Don't you think we should relieve him of his misery?"
