Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

“We had great sex.” He smirked while watching me blush like a honey-glazed apple.

I was just speechless; I couldn’t deny the commentary about our sex these past 24 hours. It might be true because my pussy hurts from all the friction.

I cursed at my stupid little brain, blaming it all on myself for submitting to my lust. But I felt grateful because, without some vodka last night or his way of seducing me all the time, maybe I wouldn’t dare to approach him. At this point, maybe we’re already fuck buddies for a day? Friends with benefits?

The hell I know of it, but I like it. I had been dreaming of him for so long; now it has become so real. We had great sex!

“Um…, right. So, I sincerely thank you for-” I trailed off. What should I say? Thank you for the best sex of my life.

“Thank you for your care.” Instead, I said it.

“It’s cool.”

He shrugged, then continued to eat his own sushi.

“You’re excellent at entertaining people, aren’t you?” He smirked.

I glanced at Laird’s green eyes as if he were reading me with super eyes, spying on my foolish brain.

“Yes, and you’ll need to give payments to my agent directly,” I joked around.

“Sure, I can call him now.”

“For your record, don’t mess with Jessy,” I warned him.

“Okay, relax. I won’t mess with anyone but you.” He laughed.

I failed miserably in trying to appear posh and elegant, especially with my restless movements. I took out my phone and unlocked it with my right index fingerprint. There are a few missed calls from Jessy and notifications about my credit card bills. I also received texts from my mother and some advertisements.

“Urgent calls?” Laird asked in curiosity.

“It’s Jessy. He’s just curious.” I replied.

‘You owe me the deets.’

My face blushed once more from the unwritten debt to tell him everything. Jessy was a kind and simple guy, but once you put up with his curiosity, he’ll likely be a thorn in your ass until you satisfy his urge to know the details.

But that’s what now makes him my best friend. He knew everything about me, though he argued that it was for the sake of his job as my agent. If he was appraised by how much he knew about Fenella Baxter, then he’s doing an outstanding job.

‘Still with Laird; catch you later.’

I put my phone back in my mini bag and finished my hot green tea.

“What’s your social media account?” Laird asked me.

“Oh, you’re right. Let’s follow each other.”

I opened my account and typed his account ID. We’re following each other right away. We sat in silence for a while, browsing each other’s posts.

“You’ve really become a model, it seems,” Laird commented briefly after looking at my account.

“Yes, thanks to you.” I smiled shyly.

“What did I do exactly?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Huh? Well, I followed the types of girls you like.” I glanced out the window, starting to feel embarrassed by my confession to him.

“As far as I know about myself, I’ve never categorized girls into specific types I like, especially not based on their profession.”

“What?” I laughed. “You clearly said before that your type is a fashion model with blonde hair.”

“Really? Are you delusional? I never said that. I dare to bet.” His forehead creased.

“No. I’m sure you said that to me before.” I persisted, recalling my memory of prom night.

“There must be some misunderstanding.” He grinned.

I recalled my memories, but I decided to let them slide and just shut up for now. I didn’t want to mess up this moment.

Laird tucked his phone away in his jeans pocket and stood up. He then placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

“Even if you’re just unemployed or get fat, I will still pay attention to you.”

His words sounded sweet with a deep, calm whisper. Goosebumps ran down my spine as he spoke, as if it were a dirty joke. I could only blink in disbelief at what I had just heard. Laird then turned around and walked away.

“Wait, where are you going?” I abruptly stopped him, hesitating to stand up.

Laird quirked an eyebrow and suppressed a laugh, seeing my panicked reaction. “Cashier.”

Once again, I was surprised by his attitude, although I should have known that he had always been reliable and attentive. He was a meticulous, sensitive man who remembered important things for others, no matter how small. But I thought that all this time he hated me.

No, wait. If he was willing to fuck with me, it means he quite liked me. Another option that crossed my mind was that he was just like any other man who easily took advantage of the opportunity to sleep with a girl, even if he didn’t like the girl. The last option made my heart ache. Anxiety arose, although I shouldn’t expect too much.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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“Come on, spill the details!”

Jessy immediately set his wine glass on the coffee table and clapped his hands. He now sat upright, facing me entirely. I murmured in confusion, not daring to meet his eyes.

“Was his dick big, hard, and sharp? Did he use his tongue? How many times did you orgasm? Tell me everything!” Jessy giggled and grinned widely, appearing terrified.

“A secret,” I said in between sighs.

“What the fuck?!” Jessy groaned in annoyance.

“You had sex with your childhood friend, the person you’ve liked throughout your teenage years, the one who made you move to New York and choose a career as a model, and you don’t want to brag about your achievement? Tell me that’s not true!” Jessy shook my arm, and I could only shake my head.

“There’s no achievement there. I mean, I should have gotten back at him. I should have made him fascinated by me, made him fall in love with me, then I would reject him like he did to me before.”

“Get back at him. Ha! Ridiculous! Forget about revenge if you’re this weak in his grasp.” Jessy snapped his fingers repeatedly.

“Maybe you want to deny it, but your body won’t be able to resist Laird anymore after you’ve been fucking with him.” Jessy shook his head and grabbed the TV remote to turn on his favorite vampire romance drama.

Suddenly, Jessy’s phone notification sounded. He reached for his phone and then read messages in silence. He immediately stopped laughing and changed his act to be serious.

“We need to go to bed quickly now.” Jessy suddenly stood up and hurriedly turned off the TV.

“What is it?” I asked, confused.

“Our CEO is retiring and will be replaced by a new boss. They want us all to come to the office tomorrow at 9 a. m.”