This is the day after that death notice. Oh god, why am I the only one on earth you curse a lot? how am I gonna show up in front of everyone? However, I managed to give myself a confidential appearance. no matter what Edisha you ain't going to lose your strength. straight up!
so as always by getting prepared I was going for college. opened the door, went down from the building. there was a big car parked and someone was standing outside, he was looking like a greatly disciplined person. I was going according to my location like myself but he appeared in front of me unexpectedly asking me " are you miss. Evans? Edisha Evans?" " yes, I am. why ?" He said with a relieved expression, " Mr. Augustus sent me here to give you a drive for your college." the car was looking so fancy. I have to get in the car no matter what I do so without any hesitation I got there. the car starts. the man told me I can ask anything him to do and now he'll respond as my assistant. also, he told me I can call him Zoey. After a while, our car reached the college and I got out of the car. Some of the students were looking at me and some of them were pointing at me and saying something to themselves. I was uncomfortable. With a deep sigh, I started walking towards my class. I was trying to ignore them as much as possible. afterwards, when I entered the class Asami came near to me and sat with me. " they are talking about you for the whole morning" let them talk. we shall not pay attention to them. just leave them on their own. the class begins. I was attending the lecture attentively. I cannot affect my studies for these reasons. after the class, we went out, Rook was waiting for us. as we three live together we were about to go home together. suddenly Christian appeared from nowhere and asked me to go with him. he looks confusing. why? whats now? Why should I go with you? " Come with me without acting fool. I want to make our relationship more real to the people" why? what's the need? "you won't understand just come with me". There were a lot of students around, they were looking at us, which is why I agreed. He always throws me into such situations and forces me to listen to him. wish If I had never met him, the situation would be better. After getting in the car I asked him where we were going. as always Mr. attitude didn't reply me anything. does he not know how to reply to people? he only knows how to order and force! I will also not reply to anything of him from now on. He took me to a place where many girls were standing with lots of clothes and makeup and so on. suddenly a girl came to Christian asked," Is she the one?" Christian replied, " yes." then they took me and started preparing me. I did not understand what was happening. Although I liked what they were doing. they tied up my hair well . it was looking like a royal bun. the overall feeling was a feeling of royalty as if I'm a princess and they are my maid. They made me wear a gorgeous gentle elegant dress. It seems to be fulfilling my royalty. what an expensive feeling. After a while when it was all over I came out. Christian was there sitting, Holy Crap! He's wearing a white shirt with a deep blue-black coat, tie at the collar, and black with a tinge of blue pants. His Messy, textured , naturally shiny and pulled back hair is still damp from a shower. My mouth goes dry looking at him… he's so freaking hot , also was looking dangerously seductive. i was wondering how a man can be so fascinating? his every reaction makes your heart impulse differently . He was furthermore staring at me. His reaction was confusing as always but maybe he's a bit impressed. well, I am an impressive person so it is obvious to be affected. he came close to me said," you are looking beautiful" with an intense gaze. I blushed. This is the first time he seems to have praised me. Beautiful. I flush with pleasure. Christian thinks I'm beautiful. I knot my fingers together, staring at them hard, trying to conceal a goofy grin. I am struggling to maintain a straight face, so I gaze down at the floor, feeling my cheeks turning pink. When I peek up at Christian through my lashes, he has a hint of a smile on his lips, but it's very hard to tell. then he told on that we are going to a party was arranged by his family. many reporters will be there so he wants to declare our relationship officially. Why? Why should it be officially announced? I didn't want him to do, so the why was trying to defend it as much as I can. I walk forward, and I trip, stumbling headlong into the floor. "edisha!" Christian articulates. He tugs the hand that he's holding so hard that I fall back against him just as a list whips past, narrowly missing me, heading the wrong way up this one-way street. It all happens so fast – one minute I'm falling, the next I'm in his arms, and he's holding me tightly against his chest. .I inhale his clean, vital scent. He smells of freshly laundered linen and some expensive body-wash. Oh my, it's intoxicating. I inhale deeply. "Are you okay?" he whispers. He has one arm around me, clasping me to him, while the fingers of his other hand softly trace my face, gently probing, examining me. His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I hear his breath hitch. He's staring into my eyes, and I hold his anxious, burning gaze for a moment or maybe it's forever… but eventually, my attention is drawn to his beautiful mouth. Oh my... And for the first time in twenty-one years, I want to be kissed. I want to feel his mouth on me. Kiss me damn it! I implore him, but I can't move. I'm paralyzed with a strange, unfamiliar need, completely captivated by him. I'm staring at Christian's exquisitely sculptured mouth, mesmerized, and he's looking down at me, his gaze hooded, his brown eyes darkening. He's breathing harder than usual, and I've stopped breathing altogether. I'm in your arms.Kiss me, please. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, When he opens he says, " you want to be kissed?" his voice is gentle. i wanted it.. wanted it so hardly. Unbeknownst to myself, I shook my head. breathing deeply , deeper than before. what are you waiting for, i was saying silently. kiss me! Don't you understand? my subconscious explains. But I'm too much of a coward to voice these thoughts aloud, especially when he looks at me. He gives me a wicked grin, the effects of which travel all the way down there. He holds his hand out to me, his eyes are bright, fervent … excited, and I put my hand in his. He pulls me up and into his arms so I can feel the length of his body against mine, this swift action taking me by surprise.He runs his fingers around the nape of my neck, winds my ponytail around his wrist, and gently pulls so I'm forced to look up at him. He gazes down at me. my blood is flaming. He leans down and kisses my lips gently, and he sucks at my lower lip. "I want to bite this lip," he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth. I moan, still i want him to bite me more. he taste very sweet. It is as if I'm losing myself in it. I want to merge into it. but suddenly i remember i shouldn't do it. this is all wrong. i pushed him away.