I met her at first during the college entrance seminar. She highlighted among the ladies. Natural blond hair, slim hips, thick shape… but more so, an intellectual appearance and natural charm.
I could tell she wasn't from New York but we didn't speak at first. Only regarded one another briefly before taking our seats. I studied for four years in the macroeconomic department together with her… we became a couple by the second year.
To win Laurent's heart I competed against a German scion, it wasn't easy… he had money, rich parents, intelligence… just like her. I was smarter but my background was humble. Aside from my 'flawless' appearance and roguish tongue for business, I couldn't compete.
She didn't put me in her eyes at first, Muller was the one she was after but I didn't fret.
It is said fate blesses those who desire uncontrollably.
And I wanted Laurent.
She had everything I wanted in a woman, and more… the directives of Harvard treat her differently… almost with favouritism and it couldn't be precisely due to her dedication.
There was something to her that didn't meet the eye and I wished to know. Muller had quite nice characteristics, but he was missing something: interest.
He wasn't that interested in Laurent, at least he wasn't at first. By the time he got to notice her unrequited love, it was too late.
That day we had a party in the department after successfully finishing our yearly projects where I teamed with both of them, how ironic.
Laurent said she wanted to tell me something and we went to a bar where she told me all of her frustrations… how she was attracted to Muller but he wouldn't notice. She got a little tipsy and I took her to my room.
Normally I wouldn't have done that. But by dropping her frustrations on me, she brought me to her darkness.
How could you speak about him, when I'm expecting the same from you? Another thing I had that Muller didn't… was boldness.
When she was leaving and I locked the door. She knew something wasn't right. When I lifted her skirt and fondled her butt, her alarms rang.
She wasn't drunk enough… I didn't want her to get drunk. I wanted her to know what my intentions were. I knew how she was… I just needed to be a little pushy and before long I was inside Laurent, on my bed.
Who could have thought that we'd both lose our virginities in these unexpected circumstances?
We did it all night and by the end of it she was even into it herself. The next day I woke up by myself… she had left long ago.
For the next month, we didn't speak. She evaded me but something odd happened… she avoided Muller as well and that was probably when the German scion noticed how he actually felt about her. It is how the saying goes... you never know what you have until you lose it.
Before the month was finished, Laurent knocked on the door of my room by herself. I apologised for what I did and swore I wouldn't do it again… colour me surprised when she said she wanted to do it again, asking me for how long I had been feeling like that.
I told her I loved her even since I saw her, a lie... I liked her, but I didn't love her, or was I lying to myself at that time? would I have gone to such an extent just for someone that I 'liked'?
From that night on… we became a couple. With ups and downs… she served me, I served her. When we graduated her contacts allowed her to work straight into JP Morgan. Once again I was convinced that her background wasn't simple… but she wouldn't tell me.
Even if you're a graduate of Harvard… with the greatest scores. You just don't start working for JP Morgan Chase just like that. My bet of conquering her was worthwhile and as time went by… I did fall in love with her completely.
Years went by, and we both saved a lot of money and prepared to start investing in assets... I know she must have been worried because after three years of dating, living together and having a considerably good volume of funds; I hadn't yet asked her to marry.
The issue was simple. My parents loved Laurent, but her father hated me.
She requested her father just to let me work with her as well at JP Morgan… according to her, her father didn't like me but she refused to let go. I had to become big in the industry to be recognised by this mysterious father of hers who I only knew was extremely rich and strict.
Everything was going well for me until Bryce O'Brien joined the company under his father's request roughly at the same time that Amber Rose did. It was then that our relationship started going downhill fast like the gods wanted to separate us.
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I think this wasn't too much to ask. Carter's indifferent attitude made me believe that I would have to keep working hard in order to earn forgiveness. Back when he conquered me I played hard to get... now he's having his revenge... I'm okay with that, I deserve it.
But there is a point at which a denied love either turns into nothingness, or it turns into a blazing flame that won't extinguish until both parties are scorched and unrecognisable.
I, Laurent Lloyd, didn't know until now that I'm the latter... when he broke up with me, it was the worst feeling I have ever felt. Even when I was told that I was my father's bastard child and that my mother had abandoned me for money... it didn't feel that bad. I cried for many nights and asked all of my friends for advice. All of them told me to just forget about Carter, that I was beautiful enough to get anyone I wanted.
What do those harlots know about relationships? about finding your soulmate? they jump from one relationship to the other as fast as they change their panties, perhaps faster... I have been with Carter for years, three years that feel like ten and not a single second of them was of unhappiness.
We never argued... not a single time. It wasn't because there weren't motives to argue, but because I trusted him. Whenever he made a choice, I obediently heeded and as expected, it turned out to be the right choice, always.
Carter rewarded my unyielding support, with even more unyielding spoiling. Gifts, dates, holidays... the best lovemaking possible. I knew why he hadn't married me yet, and I was willing to wait for the ring. I knew why we don't have kids yet, and I was also willing to wait for that. With pleasure.
But they came into our life... Bryce and Amber, those siblings... and he doesn't even know... because I can't reveal it.
We, children of very high-profile characters, have a life riddled with lies. Our background is to never be revealed, or it could create a weakness for our parents that competitors could exploit. It has happened so many times, even to friends of mine. Kidnapped, murdered, and blackmailed, just to earn an advantage.
Bryce is an idiot, he boasted his background to the skies... he's the legitimate oldest son of JP Morgan's current chairman, the one that shall inherit the majority of it once his father passes away. It is difficult to put into words just how much money and power this family has... just like mine.
Then there is Amber Rose. The beautiful brunette girl, a genius who graduated early from Standford, a hard worker and sweet lady who didn't know better than to put her eyes on my man. If it was anyone else I wouldn't even care about her existence. But Amber Rose is also Gerald O'Brien's daughter... unlike her stupid brother, she's clever. And unlike me, she's not a bastard child.
She's clever enough, beautiful enough... and wealthy enough... to compete with me. Although my father's wealth outstrips hers, what's a few dozen billion dollars at this scale?
I wouldn't feel jealous of any woman getting close to Carter in this company, no, in this whole block... except her.
And so, when I woke up this morning, basking at the lovemaking make-up s*x we had yesterday albeit a little drunk, all of my hopes shattered when I witnessed Amber -on the other side, fiercely clutching her whole body against my boyfriend.
I sort of lost it.
'Even now you want to steal my man away from me? I had enough of you, sleazy twat!'
...
"C-Carter".
"Laurent, babe... let me speak, this is not what you think".
"I know exactly what it is... let me go to the kitchen real quick, I'll be back, there is no need to worry about anything, I know what to do".
"W-Wait, what are you going to do?!"
"I'm getting a knife to slaughter this b*tch, then we can run away to Greece, get some fake identities and forget everything, darling, we can forget this all ever happened and get back to how we were!~".
Is this what I really am? A psychotic b*tch? I don't care... as long as he's with me.