Raquel’s POV
“Would you like something to eat or drink?” I asked.
“I just need my keys kid."
"Right, your keys." I replied, completely pissed at him.
"I am really exhausted and I need my keys to get in my apartment." He replied.
"Of course, I remember you asking me to lock your place after you fuck me. Oh no, I'm sorry. You ask me to stay as much as I need to after you handed me cash after fucking me." I yelled at him angrily. "Shit, how can I forget that you left me in bed after you fuck me and then you pack your things up after washing off my scent from you after you..."
"After I fuck you." He cut me off before I could finish my ranting. "Listen, I know that we fucked. I was fucking there."
"Whatever, let me get your keys so you can leave me alone and just let me get use to the fact that you don't like me. That you will be leaving and I shouldn't give a shit about you." I stated angrily.
"Calm down. I'm sorry. I had no idea why I did all those things."
"I get it you regret fucking me. I get that my inexperience drove you fucking away. You do realize that I did admit that that was my first time." I started crying and couldn't stop. "I had no idea what I was doing."
"Kid, calm down." He embraced me to calm me down which just made it worse since I started crying out louder. "I'm sorry if I made it feel that way. I was really caught up and I didn't know what to do, kid."
"Stop calling me kid. I have a name."
"I'm sorry. I am just so used to calling you that. Listen, Raquel, I would never regret what happened between us but it scared the shit out of me. You are young and you say that you love me and people might misinterpret that as me taking advantage of you." He explained.
"Right?! So leaving me and giving me cash that made me feel like a slut was supposed to be good for me or good for you?"
“Do you want to calm down and hear me out. Or would you like to give me my stupid keys so I can just rest.”
“Of course, you keep calling me kid but you are acting like a scared little boy. I am the one here who is acting like an adult who want to know what the hell is really going on between us. Is there really something going on between us or I was just someone who was there when you were horny.” I yelled at him angrily.
“Well, you need to calm down before somebody hears you yelling like a little spoiled brat who throws tantrums when they can’t explain what they want.”
“Fuck you.”
“Well, you already did that. Just give me my keys if you can’t calm down and we can talk if you are more calm. You know that it’s late and the other people in this building are probably in bed.” He lectured me as I got his keys from my room.
“Here are you fucking keys.” I handed it to him.
“Let’s talk tomorrow. You have classes in the morning so you should probably go to bed and I honestly can’t handle a crying screaming girl when I haven’t had enough sleep the entire week.” He said sweetly. “I’ll pick you up from school then we’ll talk.”
“You remember my class schedule?” I was really surprised and just like that all my anger vanished.
“I know things about you that would make me look like a fucking stalker.” He said laughing. “I should go.”
“Why do you keep calling me kid and if you say that you like seeing me pissed I won’t talk to you tomorrow and I might tell my mom what happened between us.”
“Are you blackmailing me?” He asked while trying hard not to laugh.
“You are making fun of me.” I looked at him sadly.
“I call you kid because it reminds me that I need to stay away from you. It worked fine until you decided to jump me.”
“Really?! If I remember it right, I was supposed to leave and you stopped me.”
“I have to go.” He suddenly captured my lips and I just smiled at him. “Good night kid.” He left and I remained frozen in place.
I was hardly able to sleep. He kissed me. He is back and he seemed interested in me. All the stupid ideas that were running in my mind in the past days vanished. All I can think about was he was back and he kissed me. And he would pick me from school later. I have nothing nice to wear. I got up around five in the morning and went through my entire closet. It’s not like I have a lot to choose from.
I went to school after my mom arrived and literally dragged me out of the house. I was anxious the whole day waiting for my class to end. I was really excited to talk with Sacha. I saw him waiting for me from the school gate and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I mean, does this mean he and I are going to be a thing now or would he just ask me to keep everything that happened between us a secret. Shit now I am nervous. What if he just wanted to end whatever fantasy I was building in my mind.
“Hey, Raquel.” He smiled at me. “Let’s go for a ride.” He opened the car door for me. “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know. You said you wanted to talk. We can just talk at your apartment.”
“Well, I don’t think that would be a good idea. We might both lose control just like the last time. Are you hungry?”
“No, I am good.”
“Ice cream. Let’s get ice cream.” He drove us to an ice cream parlor near the beach.
“So what flavor would you like?”
“Chocolate.”
“I’ll order. Go grab a table for us.” I picked a table outside the parlor and looked at the beach. “Do want to go swimming?”
“No, I’m fine.”
We ate our ice cream quietly and I just can’t help myself from looking at his lips. I feel myself blushing recalling that those lips were all over my body. I was feeling myself getting wet in between my legs. I am a horny teenager and I just want to jump him. Most of the time while he was gone all I did was think of him. Now that he is here I can’t seem to think straight. I just want to ask him to kiss me and never stop. I miss his lips against mine. The only question left is if he misses me. Did he even think of me when we were apart? Or is this the part where he tells me he is moving out of my life for good.
Raquel’s POV "What happened between us should have not happen." He started. "It was inappropriate and I should have not taken advantage of you." "I get it. You don't have to feel sorry about it. I wanted it. If you are feeling guilty about it, you don't have to." I replied honestly. "If you regret it, I understand. Just stop trying to ruin it for me because for me it was special. I felt special and I loved every single minute of it." "I said it should have not happened. I didn't say I regret it." He held my hands and stared at my eyes. "What are you saying?" "I don't have any idea what I should do. I mean, I like you but people might think that I am just using you." "I am not a minor. I am turning eighteen in a few weeks and my mom would never see you as someone taking advantage of me. Besides, she likes you." "Well, she does but I don't think that she'll continue to like me once she finds out that we had sex." He pointed out. "We don't have to tell her. I don't think that my
Raquel’s POVI was hesitant to leave but Sacha looked at me signaled me to go. I was phasing back and forth in our living room while I waited for mom to come home. I wanted to eavesdrop but a part of me didn't want to know what they will be talking about. I wasn't hearing any loud voices so I hoped that it was a good sign. After more than an hour my mom opened the door and I embraced her."I'm sorry mom. It was my idea to keep it from you and I was the one who jumped him. He didn't take advantage of me. This is all my fault.""Listen, you're young and you are going to make lots of decisions in the future. I don't want you throwing all your potential by getting pregnant like me at a young age. I don't regret having you but I am just thinking what is best for you." "Mom, did you ask Sacha to stop seeing me?" I asked sadly."He told me he was serious with you and that he loves you. I am not going to stop you two from being together. I am not doing that but you have to promise me that yo
Raquel’s POVI can see that mom and Sacha was in a serious conversation. I just realized looking at them that Sacha never told me about his family ever. I had no idea where his from and if he has any relatives. I think my mom knew more about that side of him than me. It just didn't come up I guess. Two years of living with him and I had no idea. I know a lot about him but he never once mentioned about his family. He did mention that we would talk about it so I should just wait. I was never the type to pressure someone in doing something they don't want. I don't really care much about things that people don't want to tell me. If it doesn't involve me I don't really care much about it. Let’s just say that I am more focused on myself than others. We were heading back to the house when we heard gunshots. Then I saw my mother suddenly collapsed on the ground. Everything happened so fast. All I can remember was seeing blood. I can only hear the loud siren from the ambulance. I had no idea
Raquel’s POVClaire and I spent the morning talking to the three publishing companies. It was okay and their proposals were certainly impressive. Their promise to protect my work was really convincing. We were eating lunch before heading to the last two publication companies."Are you okay? You seem more quiet than usual.""It's my mom's death anniversary soon and I just miss her." I replied sadly."You want to talk about it.""No, I just want to get this over with. The sooner I have this book published the better." I exclaimed."So you already have an ending?" Claire looked at me intrigued."Oh, I have better. I actually have three possible endings and I just need to figure out which one to publish." I replied proudly."You wrote three endings?" She looked at me surprised."I couldn't sleep last night and I was reminiscing and I ended up writing.""Wow, I wish I was as creative
Raquel’s POV"Hi, Claire." I greeted her but she just ignored me. "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. Something just upset me.""You acted so unprofessional and do you have any idea how that backfires on me. I am your agent. If you were not up to those meetings, then you could have just told me." She replied pissed at me."I'm sorry. I hope that we can still go over toClarkson & Vera Publications and I can personally apologize to them for my attitude. I can explain what happened to them.""It's fine. I already talked to them. I made up an excuse that you were researching a new character for a new book and you needed to act like that to be able to relate to the emotion of your characters.""You lied to them for me. You didn’t have to do that.""Oh, honey I did it to save myself. What the fuck was that anyway?""I just missed my mom." I lied."I get it but that
Raquel’s POV "What the hell was that all about? Were you really serious about letting Ms. Morgan seeing the first part of your book. You don't like anybody reading your books until they are finished." Claire pointed out as we were heading to her office. "She's an editor and I can use her opinion."I replied. "Is it her your trying to work with or Mr. Clarkson? I can see the way you've been looking at him. Are you attracted to him?"She asked seriously. "Wow, Claire just because you are getting married you can't just interpret my actions towards everybody as an attraction. Last time it was me attracted with Ms. Morgan and now Mr. Clarkson..."I pointed out. "You don't normally act this way. When was the last time you tried bribing someone? You don't just give away gifts to someone you just met." "Claire, I have a good feeling with working with Clarkson & Vera Publications." "Fine. I have other
Raquel’s POV “I am so excited to be working with you.” Stephanie squealed and hugged me tightly when I opened the door for them. "This is going to be interesting." I replied. "Please, come in and make yourselves at home." "Thank you. I just dropped off Stephanie. I should get going. I'll just pick her up later." Samuel stated. "Babe, do you really have to go?" Stephanie asked Samuel. "Baby, you know that I'd rather be with you every single minute of the day but you and Ms. Peterson have work to do." He stated sweetly. "Please stay. I just want to get to know her more and give her some of the drafts that I have been working with. We aren't going to be doing any work here. And please, call me Raquel." I butted in. "I'll grab some snacks." "So how long have you been writing?" Stephanie asked. "Professionally, I had my first book published when I was twenty but I have been journaling since I was twelv
Raquel’s POVAfter they left I went over to Claire and James' house. The bachelorette party is in a few days and I need to run down some things with her about the wedding reception.I didn’t expect to hear them arguing."No. I don't fucking care." Claire screamed. "The wedding is off.""Sweetheart, you can't do this to me." James embraced Claire to stop her from leaving."Guys, what is going on here?" I announced my presence."The wedding is off. I am not going to get married." Claire replied, crying. "I just can't do it.""Calm down. We need to think this through." James pleaded. "Don't leave me please. I love you.""Let's talk about this. Why don't we all go back in the house so we can figure this out." I stated. "Tell me what's wrong." We all got inside the house. "Let's talk about this.""No. There is nothing to talk about. I am not walking down the aisle for a publicity stunt for your fami