Chapter Eight
The Muse~
"So you met the glass-eyes at the coffee shop today?" Ana pauses to eat and looks up at me with a pointed look.
I want to take back what I said in the past few minutes, "Yes."
"No matter what you say, An, the guy is devastating." Kristine swings her fork in the air as she compliments Kyler, "He is tall as well. I wonder how big his dick is."
And I never got over how 'productive' Kristine can be when she is complimenting someone. I scrunch my nose and stop playing with my food. "That is wildly inappropriate," I comment.
"Now don't be so innocent, Mimi." Kristine shoves another spoon of food inside her mouth, "We all know that as much as your body is virgin, your mind is not. So spill it, how was he?"
I grimace and give her a look before shaking my head in defeat, "He doesn't talk much. He is kind of a nerd."
"Unlike you, right." Ana pipes in and my grip on my knife tightens, trying not to fling it over at her.
But she isn't wrong, I am a very talkative and friendly person. I like to talk with people and get to know them. But I don't like them to know me. I like to be inside my impenetrable shell all the time. As much as I like talking to new people, I want them to stay within their lines. Because I run away from them like they are a plague when they try to get too close. I still can't figure out how these guys got close to me without me even knowing.
I sigh and rub my temple, "So what do you guys think it is?" I lift my head and my expression turns a little serious, "Is it a coincidence or is it fate~?" I say half jokingly, trying to hold back my laughter.
Kristine laughs out loudly, "Gosh Mimi, that is one way to put it. But I think Jasper is handsome as well, maybe not as much as Kyler but those blue eyes make up for everything he lacks."
My eyes dim at her words and the only thing I can do in reply is chuckle awkwardly.
"Come on Kristine," Ana snaps, "That asshole is wrapped in makeup. I doubt even girls do as much as makeup."
I laugh heartedly, "That is undeniable." Jesper is a self-obsessed person. He does everything just to make himself look better.
"But Mimi," Ana's expression turns serious and I feel my food turns to ash inside my mouth, "I think you should stay the hell away from the Kyler guy for his own good. You know how Jesper is. I don't think he will like the fact that you are getting close to another guy that is not him."
I try to gulp down the nerves knotted inside my throat, "Yeah…" My hand reaches up and my fingers rub the locket on my neck. The feeling of the cold metal is somewhat helping to calm my nerves.
Jasper Rivers is a possessive man. He treats me more like his personal possession than his fiance. And he doesn't like it when someone else tries to touch his possessions. He cuts their goddamn hand.
Dread drops to the pit of my stomach and I feel my throat turning into desert. Jasper won't let Kyler go if he knows that I am interacting with him more than I should.
"It is over…" I blurt out, "Kyler and I won't meet ever again. So Jesper wouldn't know."
"Okay." Kristine acknowledges and Ana nods her head.
I can't ruin his life…
***
I think I should just marry a rich man and become a housewife. Ambition isn't something for me. The daycare center is the least hard job that my assistant Sebastian told me about. But after working there for three days straight I think I might just sit behind that polished desk and flip through mountains of paperwork. At least I don't have to deal with those noisy kids and torment my head. I am sure my migraine has gotten worse.
Saturday feels like heaven as I drive through the road of New York. I am not going back to that Daycare center anymore.
Suddenly something catches my eye. A bookshop. Well, no, it is not alone that caught my attention but the huge line in front of it.
A book signing event.
It takes me a few seconds to realize that and another few to pull my car into a nearby parking lot rush out of the car and bolt to the bookstore. The store is huge. It can easily house a few dozen people. But the heavy crowd is overflowing the area.
I quickly grab a book and pay for it. This is going to be my first book signing event. I have never had the opportunity to attend one before. I don't care what writer it is. I just want a sign. That's all that I need.
The crowd moves quickly. For some reason, I feel like there are more girls than boys here and when they are walking past me they are blushing and murmuring to themselves. I wonder.
I feel the excitement bubbling inside me and I am almost dancing on my heels as the queue moves forward. At last, it's my turn.
The girl scurries off once she has gotten her book signed and I put down the book I grabbed from the shelves earlier on the table.
"It is not my book." He chuckles.
My cheeks heat up, my eyes widen at the familiarity of the voice, and my pulse quickens. I lift my head and my breath hitches when my eyes meet with a pair of warm brown eyes. My mind is blank for a moment.
Why is he here…?
"Kyler?!"