Chapter 35 He's mine!!
Genevieve woke up looking like hell. She had been sleeping for a while after the murderous heartbreak. Nicholas had been on her mind. She walked to the mirror and saw the lady standing in front of it as memories of her childhood filled her thoughts.
She was just 12 when her feelings for Nicholas surfaced. He was the most handsome young man she had ever seen in her entire life. He was tall, the rudest badass she had ever seen. He never smiled, he rarely talked, he commanded power, and hated the weak. He was the hottest teen in Los Angeles even though he wasn't seen. He was just 17 and he was killing it. Rumor carried that he bought an entire mall just for shopping with his girlfriend. Hayley.
That stupid bitch!
She was always envious and tried everything she could to gain his attention but he never noticed her. She thought of how he always gave her that disgusted look whenever she was around him and tried to please him. How she would stay awake all night if he was still awake. She became a stalking freak just to know his whereabouts.
She looked at herself again as she viewed her body to see how beautiful she is. She had always tried to give herself that self-confidence. She always checked herself twice to ensure that she is not wrong about her body.
Of course, she is Genevieve Middleton, one of the beauties of Los Angeles, one of the richest women, one of the best trendsetters, and one of the most powerful and confident women in the world but the man she loves with her life always made her feel so insecure and unsure about herself.
She ran her hands through her hair slowly as she let the welling tears drop down her cheeks. She was broken, humiliated, underestimated, and discriminated against all in the name of love.
Her cheeks were flushed. Only the thought of him made her cheeks red. She remembered when he called her by her name for the first time and she couldn't sleep all through the dark hours.
She has had wild dreams and imaginations about him, how he kissed and touched her and told her that he loved her and he was about to propose to her when she woke up, wishing so bad that it was real. She cussed all night long realizing that it was a reality. She had longed for him and wondered what he would taste like. How he would fill inside her and how mercilessly he would pound...
Fuck!
Keep it together gen.
She closed her eyes as a thought popped in her head like an ad.
No!
She isn't going to walk away like a coward. She fucking loves him and she will fight for him. It was already too late to give up and she wouldn't let anyone take him away from her again.
Not this time!
He's mine. All mine and mine alone.
She ran her hands through her hair again as she licked her lips and check her face.
Fuck I'm a mess! Shit!
She strolled into the shower, contented with the decision she just made as she put a smile on her face and enjoyed her warm rose bath prepared for her.
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