Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

That night, after relaxing at the spa with aromatherapy massages, masks, and various other beauty treatments, I lay down on the bed.

At exactly 8 p. m., my phone rang as a sign of incoming messages. Laird sent me a message. Seeing Laird’s name on the screen of my phone, I smiled cheerfully.

We have been sending messages or calling each other at night for the past week. Sometimes, even during the day, we share inspiration for our lunch. I sent photos of healthy food sold by the nearest deli from the studio, while Laird would share photos of when he ate with coworkers and clients.

Then we would talk about our day. What made us laugh that day, and what things that disappointed us. I was really happy because I felt we were going back to our teenage days.

Wait a minute. No. I don’t want to be Laird’s friend again, like we were as teenagers. What I want is for him to beg me to love him. If he really begs, maybe I’ll forgive his treatment of me before.

“Anyway, I seem to still hold a grudge against you, Laird,” I said to myself as my hands opened Laird’s message.

‘Hey, Princess.’

‘Have you met the fairy godmother to discuss your dress for tomorrow?’

I chuckled as I read Laird’s message. Without wasting time, I replied to Laird’s message.

‘Not exactly a fairy godmother, but he kindly lent me his enchanting dress.’

‘Unfortunately, he didn’t give me pocket money to rent a luxurious horse-drawn carriage.’

I got up to lean on the bed frame.

‘What about the shoes? I hope he gave you waterproof rubber boots. I heard it’s going to rain tomorrow night.’

‘I can give you a ride on a male horse.’

Once again, I could only laugh at Laird’s message. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I bit my lower lip. My hands typed a quick reply message.

‘There are no waterproof boots that will match my dress. Do you have an umbrella?’

‘I’m curious if I can tame the horse to ride it.’

I waited impatiently for Laird’s reply. Although Jessy said I should play hard to get by not replying directly to Laird’s message, I couldn’t restrain myself. To hell with the kite-pulling tactic.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

‘I’ll sacrifice my jacket as an umbrella.’

‘You just need to touch it in the right place to tame it.’

I laughed again reading Laird’s message. Since when did he become a flirt? Once again, I saw another side of Laird that I never knew.

Yes, this is what I want. I don’t want to be Laird’s friend. I want him to see me as a whole woman, not just a spoiled little girl.

‘In that case, I hope the rain will pour so that our clothes get wet all over.’

‘Which part will tame it quickly?’

I knew our conversation was starting to lead to flirtation and dirty jokes. I couldn’t deny it; I enjoyed the wordplay we were doing. Sometimes our conversation ended with exchanging our wild fantasies, and sometimes it ended with sweet goodnight words.

‘No problem. You can come to my apartment to take a shower and borrow my towel.’

‘You have to look and find it yourself.’

Oh, God. He’s driving me crazy. I want him to like me, but it seems I’m the one who’s crazy about him.

‘I’ll look forward to that moment.’

‘Then can I wait for my horse to arrive at 7 p. m.?’

Of course, I made sure he would pick me up tomorrow night. All these parties made me feel like I was reliving prom night again.

‘Sure. See you tomorrow.’

I replied to Laird quickly.

‘See you tomorrow, :D’

I prayed silently that tomorrow’s event would go smoothly. Hopefully, tomorrow night’s dance party will be a redemption for my past. After that, I hope to be able to repay Laird’s actions and feel relieved because of them.

Suddenly another message came to my phone. As I opened it, it turned out to be Alan sending me a message.

‘Got a ride for tomorrow night?’

I waited for a while to give Alan a chance to type again. After several attempts at typing, it seemed that Alan repeatedly decided not to send his message. I frowned in confusion when Alan didn’t send his message. Finally, I replied to that message.

‘Yes, I have. Why?’

For a few minutes, I waited again for Alan to reply to my message that he had read. Who knows? Maybe he wanted to arrange the way to enter the club or set a minimum standard for my ride later.

I still wasn’t used to Alan’s messages as my boss. Every time Alan sends a short message to me, I immediately feel serious tension. It seems like I’m the one who immediately acts stiff and formal toward him.

Jessy said I put up a barrier with Alan. God, I really didn’t mean to.

I just feel I have to respond more seriously to my boss. Anyway, my career ladder and Gene’s main model contract for me are all in Alan’s hands. I don’t want to make him upset with me just because I misspoke.

‘That’s good, then. Don’t forget the final rehearsal tomorrow morning at 8 at the club.’

I groaned annoyingly and immediately held my forehead.

“Damn, I totally forgot about it,” I muttered to myself.

Fatigue, coupled with a conversation with Laird, made me too focused on the evening event. I forgot I still had to rehearse tomorrow with Alan and the other dancers.

‘Sure. Thanks for reminding me.’

Immediately after I sent the message, Alan replied again with a short message.

‘No problem.’

Ugh! I hope this event ends soon and I can spend the rest of my night tomorrow with Laird.

Suddenly, a concern crossed my mind. Will I be as busy and tired after becoming Gene’s main model?