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CHAPTER 22
Perfect Lives and Brief Contempt

Thanks, big guy watching over me from the heavens. Thank you so much for this wonderful life.

No, I wasn't being sarcastic. The past two months had been the best days of my life. I had lived for more than seventeen years on this earth, and those two months topped every moment of it.

Blake spent almost every single day and night at my place. Even if we didn't have sex, we would watch a movie, go out for dinner or maybe just sit around and talk.

It was just him and me. No other girls and no other guys. Especially no Terra.

It was almost as if we were an actual couple, and I enjoyed every single second of it.

I opened my eyes, hoping Blake to be the first thing I see in the morning, just like every other day. But instead, I was greeted by an empty bed.

Alarmed by his absence, I quickly sat up on my bed with a frown and looked around the room.

No, no. He won't leave me, would he?

"You're awake." My head snapped towards the bathroom and I let out a breath of relief when Blake appeared with a towel tied securely around his waist.

He smiled at me before climbing on the bed as the water droplets dripped down from his hair.

"Blake, be careful. You'll get water on our bed."

"After everything we've done on this bed, you're worried about getting water on it?" Blake smirked and I gave him an eye-roll as he lied down next to me.

"And our bed?" he asked, finding my hair between his fingers and twirling a strand.

My eyes widened, and I lifted my head with an alarmed heart. "I didn't mean it like... you know... I just thou—"

"I like it." He smiled. He caressed my hair, placing my head on his chest. Warmth creeped up my heart as I wrapped an arm around him.

"How come you woke up early today?" I asked.

"I planned something special for us today."

"Like what?" I asked as an inevitable smile appeared on my lips.

"It's a surprise. Brush your teeth, shower and get dressed." He said. "On second thought, don't get dressed. I won't complain if you're naked." He smirked.

I smacked his chest with a playful glare before getting off the bed. I felt Blake's gaze on my ass as I walked to the bathroom, and I turned my head, giving him a teasing smile until I made a turn, letting a wall block my view to the bed.

After my shower, I put on a robe that barely covered anything, and headed out my room. I frowned at the odd density of the air, and sniffed, feeling a strong burning scent rush up my nose. 

I climbed down the stairs to a foggy hallway, and followed the smoke till it led me to the kitchen.

"Helena," I called out to my maid as the smell got stronger, "something's burning."

I entered the kitchen and my mouth fell open on seeing Blake in front of the stove, shirtless in a pair of shorts and an apron.

"You're cooking?" I asked with wide eyes.

"Yes." He turned around and I got a good view of his apron that said 'Always rub my own meat'.

I read it out loud and looked up at him before bursting into laughter, making him roll his eyes.

"I ordered a 'Do you wanna rub my meat?' apron online. But they delivered this one." He sighed in disappointment as I continued to laugh.

"Well," he started with a smirk, "I don't have to rub my own meat when I have you to do that."

My laughter died and I looked at him with a scowl. "That's it! I'm not doing that for the next one month."

His eyes widened, "No, no, no, no. I'm sorry. I'll never make such jokes again."

I looked at him with a scowl before loosening up and letting out another laugh. "I was just kidding, Blake," I said as I wrapped an arm around his neck.

"The food's going to burn," he said lazily as he pulled me closer by my waist.

"From the smell I got, it was already burning."

"It wasn't burning. That's just how the food smells," he claimed, and I shook my head, leaning over him to look at the pan.

"What is that?" I asked gesturing to the black substance he was cooking.

"It's a pancake."

"Blake, that's not a pancake."

"Yes, it is."

"Why is it shaped like a housefly? And why is it black?"

"Some pancakes look like that." He reasoned.

He took a spatula and carefully lifted the black blob from the pan before moving it towards a plate next to the stove. He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he slowly lowered the "pancake" to the plate, only for his hand to slip at the last moment and drop it to the ground.

"Shit!" he cried. "I'll make another one."

"I love that you're cooking. But please don't." I begged.

He turned to me with a pout, and I laughed, pulling his head towards mine to kiss him. He smiled against my lip before wrapping his arms around me waist and pulling me flush against him.

His hands slithered down my thighs, and I gasped as he pushed me upwards, settling me on the kitchen counter. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist, all the while keeping his lips moving against mine.

His hands slipped under my robe and roamed all over my bare skin, setting it on a pleasuring fire. I harshly tugged on his hair, and he moaned into my mouth while his hands almost ripped off my robe before I broke off from the kiss.

"What?" he breathed out, hovering his lips over mine, tempting me to capture it.

"I want to eat."

"I know where I could get a snack." He buried his face in the crook of my neck, blowing air on my skin. I rolled my eyes before pulling his head away and bringing it to face me.

"I want actual food." 

"Fine!" He sighed, "I'll get back to cooking."

"That's not what I meant, Blake. Let's go out." 

"I like that idea. Cooking is not fun."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why were you cooking if you don't like it?"

"Because I've always wanted to try it but my mom would kill me if I blow up the kitchen at my house."

"And you think I won't?"

"I know ways to make you forgive me," he said in a huskily, softly caressing my thighs.

I chuckled and pushed his hands away from me. "I better get dressed before you start your demonstrations."

"I give great demonstrations." He smirked. "They're... interactive."

"Okay, Blake. I'm leaving," I said, jumping off the counter. "Don't you have to get dressed too?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed a bit too excitedly, making me give him a confused look.

"Now, we can have sex in your closet." He grinned and I did a face palm.

"Why are you always like this?" I asked.

He chuckled and I let out a squeal as he picked me up bridal style. He kissed my nose before exiting the kitchen with me.

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"What is this place?" I asked with a grimace as I looked at the old, ugly store in front of me.

"It's a diner," he said.

"But I thought we were going to eat McDonalds," I whined.

"This place is just as good as McDonalds."

"No, look at it." I pointed to the drained pink and blue walls. "Look at the ugly colors of the walls, the ugly doors and that ugly symbol." I tilted my head at the barely lit neon sign written in a curly font I couldn't even read. 

"The food's good, and the place is neat. Who cares if it looks a little dull?" 

"Lynne..." he trailed of hesitantly, "you tend to be snobbish sometimes. Maybe the food here would make you realize that not all places needs to have a million dollar interior for it to be good. What's on the outside isn't what's important."

"Did you just call me snobbish?" I asked dramatically.

"Is that all you got?" He deadpanned. "But come on... you can't disagree with me on that."

I thought for a second before shrugging. "Okay, fine. I can be a little, teensy-weensy bit snobbish, I guess."

"Sure," he laughed.

"How do you even know this place?" I asked, walking towards it before realization hit me. "You came here with that bitch on your date."

"Yes," he said, "but I swear, this is just about you and has nothing to do with her. I haven't even looked at her in two months."

"Alright," I sighed, not wanting to pick a fight. "Let's go."

He smiled and grabbed my hand before we walked towards the entrance. I looked through the transparent glass door and I felt my entire body heat up with anger when I saw the two people inside.

There sat fucking Cole with his little piece of shit!

"Ouch! Lynne, you're hurting me." I heard Blake's sound and that's when I noticed that I clenched my fists as it remained wrapped around his hand. I ripped my hand away from him, with a glare directed his way.

"What's wro—" His words stopped mid-sentence as he looked through the glass door. I huffed before storming away from him.

"Lynne, wait!" I heard him shout from a distance, but I kept walking.

"Lynne!" He caught up to me and circled his palm around my wrist.

"Did you know that she was going to be here?" I asked, turning around.

"I didn't kn—"

"Don't lie to me!" I shouted, "Was this entire morning planned so you could see her?"

"What?! Of course not," he said. "How could I have known that she would be here?"

"Maybe you talked to her over the phone." I said, "How do I know that you haven't been seeing her behind my back?"

"I haven't," he said sternly, slightly clenching his jaw.

"Then why did you bring me here at the exact time that she's present. Why are we here in the first place? Were you expecting me to be less snobbish and accept the idea of you and that pathetic bit—"

"STOP!" He shouted, making me flinch at his tone.

"I like her," he said with a grave look. "I really, really like her but I haven't talked to her in two months just to make you happy. You never even let me explain anything to her and she probably hates me now but I didn't care because that's what you wanted. But why can't you ever care about what I want?"

"I do care," I said, trying not to let my voice falter.

"No, you don't." He said coldly. "You only care about what you want. Everything has to go your way and you won't ever talk to me again if I do something you dislike. I am a person with my own feelings but I'm trying my best to keep that aside and make you happy here."

"You chose this fair and square," I pointed out. "You can't act as if you made a huge sacrifice."

"Why does there have to be a choice? What's so bad if I talk her?" 

You'd realize that she's better, and you'd leave me.

"I never wanted to choose, Lynne. You forced me to, and I never wanted this."

Each word he said felt like a sharp bullet through my chest. These past two months was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life all because I was with him. But he never wanted any of it.

"You've changed a lot, Lynne." He said, "My best friend would never be so inconsiderate. She would never be so selfish to hurt me like this. She used to let me do anything and she would never leave my side just because I did something that she didn't agree with. You used to be that best friend to me but now, you've change so much."

I did change so much. I changed the moment I fell in love. And now, all I do is worry about him. I worry about who he's with and about what he's doing because I'm worried that one day, he would realize that I'm not good enough for him and he'll leave me.

I can't let that happen because he's all that I have in my life. Before I met him, I was never happy but he changed me. He gave me something to look forward to in every day and without him, my life would be empty again.

A tear slipped from my eye at the thought and I quickly wiped it off, hoping that he wouldn't notice it but I realized that he did, when the rage in his eyes transformed to guilt.

"Shit!" He cursed before running a hand through his hair.

"Lynne, I'm sorry." He said softly but I couldn't say anything because I wasn't sure if I could form proper words at this moment.

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes before opening it and walking towards me.

"Lynne, I'm really sorry."

Every second that he watched me increased the amount of guilt in his eyes before he wrapped his arms around and pulled me to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Lynne. I shouldn't have said that." He said as he rested his head on top of mine.

"Lynne", he called softly, "Please, say something."

I didn't dare to speak as I tried the best I could to hold back my tears.

He pulled away and cupped my face in his hands. "Let's go to any restaurant you want. Just tell me where you want to go."

"I just want to go home." I whispered.

He nodded sadly before taking my hand in his and walking me towards his car. I got in the passenger seat, closed the door and rested my head against the window.

He sat down on the driver's seat and I felt his hand touch mine as it rested on my lap.

"I'm sorry." He said but I didn't reply or even look at him. His hand left mine and he started driving.

Thank you, god. My life really is perfect.

Author's Note

Hehe the first line of this chapter was the last line of the prologue. Don't even ask me why I put it there.

Well, I promised a lot of you that I'll keep Addelyn happy for a while. And I did. For two whole months. 

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Signed,
Me