Ryan's hand grasped my arm, his fingers wrapping around me like a vice. I halted, my foot hovering above the step.
"Ayana, there's something we need to talk about," he said, his voice low and serious, the words dripping with an unsettling gravity.
I nodded, my heart racing like a runaway train. "What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the words trembling on my lips.
Ryan's eyes searched mine, probing for secrets I dared not reveal. "Is there something going on between you and Gabriel?" he asked, the question slicing through me like a knife, leaving me raw and exposed.
A wave of anxiety washed over me, threatening to engulf me. "I-I don't know what you mean," I stammered, the words tumbling out in a desperate bid to deflect the truth.
Ryan's expression turned skeptical, his eyes narrowing. "Don't play dumb, Ayana. I'm not stupid. I saw how you stopped Gabriel from getting hurt during the fight, but you didn't even flinch when I was fighting alongside him."
My mind raced, scrambling for an explanation, any excuse to deflect the accusation. "Ryan, it's not about you. It's just...Gabriel's image, his reputation...I've worked hard to protect it. If someone took pictures of the fight, it would ruin everything."
Ryan chuckled, the sound tinged with sadness, his eyes filled with a deep understanding. "Are you sure that's all? Just your job?"
I hesitated, the pause betraying my uncertainty.
Ryan's voice dropped to a whisper, the words laced with a quiet resignation. "I see how possessive Gabriel gets over you, Ayana. I like you, really like you. But I respect myself enough not to fall for a girl who has someone else in her heart."
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over. "I like you too, Ryan...but..."
My voice trailed off, the words lost in the silence.
Ryan's face softened, his eyes filled with compassion. "I got my answer."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my forehead in a gentle farewell. "Take care of yourself, Ayana. You deserve better than someone like Gabriel."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me shattered.
I watched as he drove off into the night, tears streaming down my face like rain.
The darkness closed in around me, suffocating me.
I felt lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
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I slammed the door shut, tears streaming down my face. My makeup smudged, my heart shattered. Ryan, my rock, had walked away. I felt pathetic.
A long, hot bath later, I emerged refreshed but still raw. As I prepared for bed, a knock at the door interrupted my solitude. Expecting Erik's concerned face, I opened the door to find Gabriel standing in the doorway, his eyes etched with worry.
"Hey," he said softly, his voice a gentle breeze on a summer day.
I stepped aside, allowing him to enter. He sat before me on the bed, his gaze searching.
"You okay?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
"I'm fine. What do you want?" I replied carelessly, masking my vulnerability.
Gabriel's eyes lingered on mine. "I just came to check in on you."
His cuts caught my attention. I retrieved my first-aid kit and began to clean his wounds.
Our faces hovered inches apart, the air thick with tension. I applied antibiotic ointment to Gabriel's cut, my trembling hands betraying my calm facade. His eyes never wavered from mine, their intensity sending shivers down my spine.
"Ayana," he whispered, his breath dancing across my skin.
"Yes?" I replied, my voice barely audible.
Gabriel's fingers traced my jawline, sending jolts of electricity through me. My heart racing, I pulled back, desperate for space.
"What are you doing, Gabriel?" I asked, my voice laced with wariness.
His eyes locked onto mine, burning with an unspoken desire.
"Checking if you're really okay," he said, his voice low and husky.
But his actions spoke louder than words. Tension crackled between us like a live wire.
"Ryan broke up with me," My voice trembled, the words tumbling out.
Gabriel's eyes widened, surprise etched on his face.
"Why?" he asked, his voice calm, but his eyes betraying a deeper emotion. "You're...perfect."
I looked down, my voice barely above a whisper.
"He thinks you and I have unresolved feelings for each other. He said he respects himself enough not to fall for a girl who has someone else in her heart."
Gabriel's gaze never wavered.
"Do you have unresolved feelings for me?" he asked, his voice low.
I countered, my heart pounding.
"Do you?"
Gabriel's response was immediate.
"No."
But his eyes flickered, a fleeting glimpse of the truth.
"What the hell do you want from me, Gabriel?" I yelled, frustration boiling over. I stood up.
Gabriel's voice rose to match mine, standing in front of me.
"The same thing you want."
"I just can't, okay? I can't deal with this hot and cold thing you do. It seems like you want me one day and then throw me away the next."
Gabriel's face darkened, his eyes blazing.
"I can't, okay. I can't give you what you want."
The words hung in the air like a challenge.
"Then stay the fuck away from me," I spat.
"Fine," Gabriel growled, his voice laced with anger.
He turned to leave, but suddenly spun back, his eyes blazed with intensity as he closed the distance between us. His lips crashed against mine, the force sending shivers down my spine. Our mouths melded together, the connection sparking a fire that spread through every cell.
His tongue danced with mine, the gentle caress igniting a hunger I'd never known. I felt consumed, lost in the depths of his kiss.
Gabriel's hands cradled my face, his fingers tracing my jawline as he deepened the kiss. His lips were soft yet demanding, coaxing me to surrender.
Time stood still. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this moment.
As we broke apart, gasping for air, I whispered, "Fuck."
Gabriel's eyes darkened, lust and anger warring within them.
"Fuck you, Gabriel," I yelled, my voice trembling.
He turned and left, slamming the door behind him.
The silence that followed was deafening.
I woke up next day, my head pounding and my body feeling like lead. The memories of the previous night flooded my mind like a broken reel, each image flashing before my eyes in vivid detail. The party, the fight, the breakup with Ryan, and Gabriel's searing kiss – it all swirled together in a toxic mix.
I dragged myself out of bed, every movement an effort. My reflection in the mirror showed a girl I barely recognized – puffy eyes, tangled hair, and a pallor that spoke of a sleepless night.
I took a warm bath, letting the water wash away some of the fatigue. Dressing was a chore, but I managed to pull on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Makeup was out of the question; I couldn't muster the energy.
In the kitchen, I fumbled for coffee, grateful for the silence. The house staff knew better than to disturb me when I looked like this.
Erik found me in the hallway, his eyes scanning my disheveled appearance.
"Rough night?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
I chuckled, the sound forced.
"Fun night, rough morning."
Erik nodded sympathetically.
I made some coffee and settled into my room, cradling my coffee, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. My bags were packed, and the thought of escaping the tension with Gabriel was a welcome respite. I pulled out my phone and texted Penny.
"You up yet?"
The response was immediate, Penny's humor infectious.
"Is this a booty call? Why are you texting like my ex?"
I laughed, sending laugh emoticons.
"Can we meet today?" I asked, my fingers flying across the screen.
"Sure, I'm not working. When do I come?" Penny replied.
"Let you know in a minute."
I set my phone aside and headed to Erik's office with a feeling of unease, knocking on the door and Erik's voice beckoned me inside.
"Penny's coming over," I said, hovering in the doorway. "Is that okay?"
Erik's expression turned cautious, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Check with Gabriel first," he advised, his voice measured.
I frowned, feeling a surge of frustration.
"Why? It's just Penny."
Erik leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers.
"Considering his last outburst, let's avoid any potential conflicts," he said, his tone firm but gentle.
My stomach knotted at the memory of Gabriel's kiss and Ryan's breakup. The tension between us still simmered, and I didn't want to ignite another explosion.
"Fine," I said reluctantly, pulling out my phone.
I texted Gabriel, my fingers flying across the screen.
"Penny's coming over. Okay?"
The pause felt like an eternity. I could almost feel Gabriel's hesitation, his weighing of options.
Finally, his response arrived.
"Fine."
No explanation, no emotion. Just a single word.
I showed the text to Erik, who nodded.
"He agreed," I said, feeling a mix of relief and unease.
Erik's expression softened.
"Good. Just keep things low-key."
I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation.
Penny arrived, her bright smile a welcome distraction.
"Hey, girl!" she exclaimed, sweeping into the room.
We spent the afternoon laughing and reminiscing, but Gabriel's presence lingered, unseen yet felt. His approval had come with a price – a reminder that he still held sway over my life.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was walking a tightrope, balancing my relationships and my emotions.
One misstep, and everything could come crashing down.
*******
I nursed my whiskey, surrounded by the warm glow of the bar and the easy laughter of my bandmates. David, Kayla, and Yelena chatted excitedly about our upcoming tour.
We'd been together since 2018, and they'd become more than just my band. David, my best friend and musical companion, had been my first choice from the auditions. Kayla, our energetic bassist and backup vocalist, always kept me laughing. Yelena, our intensely talented guitarist, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist, had been brought in by my previous label, The Serpent Productions.
"We're gonna kill it out there!" David exclaimed.
I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. But my mind began to wander, drifting back to last night – Ayana's face, her lips, the spark between us.
My phone screen lit up, a chime cutting through the din. A text from 'Ayana PA'. My heart skipped a beat.
"Penny's coming over, are you cool with it?"
My thoughts stumbled. Penny, at Ayana's place? After last night's fight and...the kiss. Guilt and uncertainty swirled in my chest.
Why had I kissed her? And why did I want to do it again?
I shook my head, clearing the haze. I couldn't confront Ayana today, not after what had happened.
I typed a brief reply: "Fine."
"Just excited about the tour, guys," I said, forcing a smile.
David raised an eyebrow. "You okay, man? You spaced out for a sec."
"Tour jitters," I said, waving it off.
Kayla and Yelena exchanged knowing glances, but David's gaze lingered, sensing there was more.
I shook off my thoughts, the vibrant chatter of my friends enveloped me, Kayla's silly jokes had us all in stitches, her contagious laughter spreading like wildfire. David's eyes sparkled with excitement as he geeked out about Tokyo's "stunning Asian beauties." Our banter filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and muted music.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow, the streetlights flickered to life with a soft hum. At seven, our group began to disperse, exchanging promises to meet tomorrow at 6 am sharp. I stood, stretching my legs, when my gaze wandered across the room and found her – Jasmine, the one that got away.
Time froze.
Jasmine's golden hair cascaded down her back, framing her alluring face. Her piercing green eyes sparkled, illuminated by soft lighting. Her full lips curled into a hint of a smile, sending my heart racing. Memories flooded back: her dazzling stage presence, our whirlwind romance, the highs and lows, and countless heartbreaks.
As I gazed at Jasmine, the spell was broken. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked, breaking the silence.
Jasmine smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I'd love one."
We chatted, exchanging small talk, but tension hung between us like an unspoken challenge. I wondered: What was she doing here? Was she single again?
As we sipped our drinks, I realized my feelings for Jasmine remained, threatening to overflow. "You look good, Gabriel," Jasmine said, her voice low.
"You too," I replied, meaning it.
Our eyes locked, and she placed her hands on my thighs. Her touch sent a spark through me, but I didn't pull away. "Gabriel, I've missed you," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.
My heart rate quickened, memories rushing back. "I've missed you too, Jaz," I uttered, her favorite nickname.
For a moment, I forgot about Ayana, the tour, everything. Jasmine's touch awakened a familiar longing. I leaned in, our lips inches apart. The contrast between Ayana and Jasmine struck me like a discordant chord. Ayana's presence was a soothing balm, calming the turbulent waters of my life. She grounded me, anchoring me to reality. With her, I felt secure, like a ship moored in a tranquil harbor.
"Gabriel," she whispered, her breath mingling with mine.
I kissed her, the spark between us reigniting. The world melted away, leaving only memories, desire, and what-ifs.
"Let's get out of here," she said seductively.
As we rushed to Jasmine's apartment, the tension between us was palpable. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, our bodies drawn together like magnets.
The door barely closed behind us before we were lost in a frenzy of kisses and caresses. Jasmine's hands roamed my chest, her fingers tracing the contours of my muscles. Mine explored the curves of her body, rekindling memories of our past passion.
We stumbled to the bedroom, our clothes discarded along the way. The air was electric, charged with the urgency of our desire.
Our bodies intertwined, we moved in perfect sync. Jasmine's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with intensity. I felt the familiar rush of excitement, the thrill of being lost in her.
The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a sea of pleasure.
As we lay entwined on Jasmine's plush bed, the luminescent glow of the table lamp cast a warm ambiance around us. The scent of jasmine wafted through the air, mingling with the musky aroma of our passion. I gazed into her eyes, searching for answers, my fingers tracing the contours of her face.
"Jasmine, you've still got it," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner.
A sly smile spread across her lips, and she chuckled, her throaty laugh sending shivers down my spine. "I've always got it, baby."
The pause that followed was heavy with unspoken emotions, like the silent understanding between two old friends. I sat up, my eyes never leaving hers, my gaze pleading for something more.
Jasmine followed, her movements fluid, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and empathy.
"Gabriel, I know what you want," she began, her tone gentle but firm, like a summer breeze carrying the promise of rain. "But I still can't give you that."
My anger flared, a defense against the sting of rejection. I felt like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a fragile lifeline.
"Then why do you always do it?" I demanded, my voice rising, the words tumbling out like a stormy sea. "Pull me back like it means something, then push me away?"
Jasmine's eyes never wavered, her expression a mix of compassion and resolve.
"I like you, Gabriel, but not enough to settle down," she said, each word a precision-cut gem, sharp and unforgiving.
The jellyfish sting of her rejection left me breathless, feeling unworthy and unloved. No one else could make me feel so amazing yet so utterly worthless.
I threw off the covers, my movements abrupt, and began dressing with a haste that bordered on panic.
"Gabriel, wait—"
I silenced her with a raised hand, my eyes flashing with hurt.
"Just leave it, Jasmine. I'm done with you."
Outside, the cool evening air enveloped me like a shroud. I lit a cigarette, the flame casting eerie shadows on my face. The smoke swirled around me, a bitter reminder of my self-loathing.
I took a long drag, feeling the nicotine coursing through my veins like a poisonous elixir.
I made a joke of myself.