This is bad. . . Really, really bad. . .
I pulled at my hair in frustration, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me.. It's been weeks since that damn exhibit. I should be thinking of ways of how to pursue Reyanne to come back into my arms! Not think of her best friend every fucking minute!
I frowned, I don't have any idea why am I being like this. I feel like I got bewitched as every second of that unforgettable night was etched in my mind like a curse.
How dare she leave me after that hot night we shared?
I'm Nickolas Frescobaldi! She should be grateful that I even bestowed my attention upon her.
'Then why do you seems so upset? Why do you keep on thinking about her?' a voice echoed in my mind, taunting me with its curiosity. I closed my eyes tightly, attempting to silence the incessant questioning.
I sighed. Every touch and every kiss we've shared, still lingers on my mind. Even in my damn dreams I just couldn't get her out of my mind, and it irritates me!
Reyanne. . .
Reyanne. . .
Only think about Reyanne. . .
Yes, just Reyanne. . .
But instead, Jonarlene's image suddenly popped on my mind. That playful grin on her lips and those pair of fierce eyes shooting me electrifying glares that brought chaos into my entire system the more I stare at it.
My eyes widened. Damn it! I'm starting to loose my mind!
Should I consult a psychiatrist? The mere thought made me scoff. No, there was no way I could be going crazy over that witch! Beautiful and undeniably sexy as she may be. . .
She's Reyanne's best friend and Reyanne is the only woman I should be into. I loved Reyane for years and I've been pursuing her to come back to me for half a year now.
I closed my eyes tightly with the thought as I rested my back on my swivel chair.
This is stressing me out.
I gasped when that image of her again invaded my thought. I heaved a deep heavy breath. That night when I kissed her soft lips senselessly, I touched her sexy body, I licked every inch of her as If I am a hungry beast who haven't ate for months and damn it! her moans sounds so sexy.
The way she chanted my name is the most harmonious thing I have ever heard.
I never worshipped anyone, but the mere thought of her calling my name in between her moans, I would gladly kneel down and dig in.
Damn her! I'm gonna lose my sanity at this point
That crazy, hot and wild night when we've shared the same bed, making love, letting our bodies became one; still lingers on my mind. The look on her hypnotizing eyes, those sinful lips. . . Damn!Damn! Damn!
I am her first and I don't know why but I felt a foreign emotion I couldn't understand because of it. Every time I close my eyes, that night replays on my mind and I hate it.
Why the heck am I being like this?! It's not even my first time for goodness sake! But I am acting like a teenage boy who just lost his virginity! Fucking retard!
I've never been like this, I feel like I've been bewitched by that woman.
After that night she left me as if everything that had happened is just a mere dream. I even tried sleeping with other girls for this past few weeks, but it doesn't feel the same anymore.
After that night,It seems like I'm craving for something; something I don't really know what. . . Or maybe someone I just don't want to admit I'm badlt craving for. . .
That fucktard Vin! This is all his damn fault! Why the heck would he invite me to his Wedding anniverssary?!
'Well ofcourse, you're he's fucking friend!' a part of my mind scowled at me.
I sighed heavily as I massaged my temples, why am I arguing with myself? Am I trully getting crazy?
"This is insane!" I muttered then stood up from my seat. I just couldn't focus, enough with me fighting with myself.
And as if my feet having his own life, I hurriedly stormed out of my office, only thinking about seeing that witch again.
"Cancel my meeting with Tyson Martin," I instructed my secretary with an icy tone as I made my way to the elevator, descending to the basement where I parked my car. The drive was a blur as my thoughts raced, fixated on reaching my destination.
When I arrived, I let out a heavy sigh, questioning my own actions. Why was I here in the first place?
"Zafra's," the name of the place reverberated in my mind. It was her workplace, where she created her mesmerizing paintings. I glanced at the mirror, ensuring that I looked dashing—no, absolutely handsome, as always.
"Excuse me, sir, but Ms. Zafra instructed me not to allow any visitors to disturb her," her secretary stammered nervously, attempting to block my path. I regarded her with a cold expression.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked, watching as she nodded nervously.
"Then fuck off," I muttered dismissively, leaving her behind. Finding Jonarlene's workplace was not a challenge. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I realized the door was unlocked. I gently pushed it open, allowing myself to peek inside.
I paused for awhile intently staring at beautiful woman before my eyes. I watched her intently, transfixed by her beauty and the fervor with which she painted. She is very passionate on her work, It is as if she is lost on her own world, even smiling while blending the colors.
She's already sweating, I can see drops of sweats flowing to her neck.
I licked my lips while continously staring at her. She's playing some music while singing. Though she's out of tune, the way she is simply swaying her hips drove me nuts.
I heaved a heavy breath. Why does she have to be sinfully sexy?!
I puffed a harsh breath attempting to calm myself as I entered the room. She was so immersed in her work that she hadn't noticed my presence.
And there I saw fully what she is painting in the large canvas. I clenched my jaw as my face darkened as I recognized the subject—a painting of Lucas. Anger welled up within me, an unfamiliar emotion coursing through my veins.
She's painting that son of a bit—my best friend Lucas and she looks genuinely happy while doing it, her eyes were even sparkling. Does she like him that much?!
I hated the thought that I was frustrated as hell because of this woman for weeks and here she is! Daring to desire another man! I balled my hands into fists, my expression growing darker by the second.
So what? I told myself. I didn't care. I was here to ask her a favor concerning her best friend. That's all. . .
I shook my head, trying to dispel the conflicting thoughts. Clearing my throat, I interrupted her creative flow, causing her to stop and glance at me.
The moment she saw me, her eyes became really sharp almost as if it could cut through me. She was always like this when I was around, but when she was with Lucas, her smiles knew no bounds.
The thought tightened my jaw. Not that it affected me or anything. . .
"What do you want, Your Excellency?" she retorted sarcastically, glaring at me. The intensity of her sharp glared brought chills down to my spine. I just wanted to kiss her senselessly right now, letting out all my frustrations these past few weeks because of her, punishing her for thinking about another man when all I could think about is her since that night.
But I stopped myself. I cleared my throat, meeting her gaze with a serious expression.
"I have a proposition. . ."