Haylen's POV:
He held my hands captive with just one of his, his ocean-like orbs penetrating into my grey ones deeply.
"Stories you tell outsiders, isn't what you should tell your man, Haylen," his hot breathe fanned my face, "I'm supposed to know how I officially became your man, you can't tell me such cat and bull story."
"Who said I was?." I arched a brow.
He smirked.
How would it feel to kiss those pink luscious full lips? Has Zoe kissed them before?
I closed my eyes. Why was I acting like a giddy girl who was yet to have her first kiss?
Jacean used his thumb to trace my lips, and that made me snap my eyes open.
He smiled, the kind of smile that would make you go weak in the knees, "I kind of like the fact that you are feeling my charm, miss Denvers."
Slowly, I pushed him away, relieved to finally have my personal space back.
Not a chance in hell, would I ever let him think his handsomeness was getting to me.
Was affecting me.
I was the one playing the game, not him.
He was the one to flustered, not me.
"Jacean, I'm afraid you feel too much of yourself."
He placed a hand into his pocket, "Just like you?."
"Me?." I waved him off, "it's normal for me to think and feel I'm all that, because I'm in fact all that, you know that I'm effortlessly perfect in all ways."
" So is me. I'm effortlessly handsome not to brag about that." He mimicked.
I just gazed at him for whole a second before letting out a scoff and walked away, trying to act like his deep throat laugh wasn't making my tummy flip.
Get a grip, Haylen.
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The last thing I expected, when I reached home was to be pulled into a hug by Mom.
She released me.
" Look at you Hay, you look so much bigger than the last time I saw you." She rubbed my hair, which was the same color as hers, her lighter grey eyes lacking the warmth every mother supposed to have in them as she looked at me.
Zoe used to joke about how warm my mom was; as warm as ice.
I didn't only get my mom's ethereal beauty, but also her lack of affection.
It was as though I left my feelings inside her womb.
Maybe, that was what made me not to have feelings like infatuation or crush.
Although I was grateful for that.
I stiffly smiled, "Good evening mom."
She patted me on the shoulder before making way for me to enter.
I dropped my bag on the sofa while she was busy inspecting the house, checking what was amiss.
She picked up a vase, "Katherine doesn't seem to be doing her work well. This vase looks like it haven't been cleaned for months with the particles of dirts on it. Your dad bought this almost worth millions of dollars—."
I cut her off, " Aunt Katherine Is the only one taking care of the whole mansion. You shouldn't expect her to do everything perfectly."
Mom seemed taken aback by my response.
She placed the vase back, "Yes, yes tout are right." She scratched her head, a habit she does whenever she ran out of something to say.
With her daughter. With me.
Ironic, right?
"So how was school?." She asked.
I craned my neck, slowly making my hayrvribthe staircase to head to my room.
"School? School was great."
"What about Zoe?."
"She's fine." I have her a skeptical look, 'wondering' why I didn't see Dad around.
The whole room was silent for a while.
"Your dad won't be free today or this week. He's pretty bus—."
"Busy as usual, I know. Aunt Katherine told me. You guys are always busy."
Mom frowned, "What's with the attitude?."
"Nothing mom." I rubbed my temple, "I'm just stressed."
Would you like some—."
"Good night mom." Without waiting for her response, I made my way to my room.
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Before waking up in the morning, mom was already gone, leaving behind a letter and three black cards.
I opened the letter,
'Sweetheart, I know you'll be angry
About this but your dad and I have something very important to do over in Japan. So you have to expect our next visit next month or in two months time.
We love you, just know we are doing this for your own good!.'
I rolled my eyes at the last two lines. They loved me?
If they did, they wouldn't be leaving their only child in a huge lonely mansion and only visiting her twice or none in a month.
Doing it for my own good?
For what good? Depriving me of what it feels to experience what a loved family really is, Watch mother daughter day is, or the relationship between a father and his daughter?
I shouldn't be affected by my parents I should flex my life. Flex their money.
Crumbling the paper, I threw it into the dustbin and went to the refrigerator to pick out some foods to prepare.