PASSIONATE PURSUIT – Chapter 27

PASSIONATE PURSUIT

When the bad guy loves you….

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Written By: Pamela James

© Youngicee stories

Chapter 27

Annabelle’s p.o.v

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on his peaceful face.

His long lashes and that charming mole on his nose made him look even more endearing. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Covering him with the blanket, I marveled at the makeshift fort dividing our sides of the bed.

It was a playful reminder of his considerate nature.

Gently touching his face, he seemed almost ethereal, like a mischievous fairy who had found his way into my world.

“Are you a bad guy or not?” I playfully questioned, contemplating the complexity of his character.

“Tell me, so I can decide whether I should stay or not.”

I didn’t want to get hurt.

As I grappled with my emotions, thoughts of Gabriel clouded my mind.

Years of unspoken affection lingered, making the decision to accept Abigail’s offer even more daunting.

Pregnant with his best friend’s child, the turmoil of emotions left me questioning my choices.

“If you stared at me longer, I might want to do things you don’t like”

“Stay behind your line?!” I fired back, my defenses up as Richard’s words lingered in the air.

The vulnerability of my emotions clashed with the need to protect myself.

Richard, however, seemed undeterred by my retort.

“I’m not sure where my line is now,” he admitted, injecting an unexpected sense of uncertainty into the conversation.

His question about the time felt like an attempt to ground the discussion in reality, though the atmosphere remained charged with tension.

“Why are you still talking nonsense..?”

Richard paused, his next words cutting through the confusion,

“You could hate me.. but I would never give you to anyone.” His declaration hung in the air, leaving me grappling with a mix of emotions.

RICHARD’S POINT OF VIEW

MIDDLE SCHOOL FLASHBACK

“Where is m sister?” I questioned as I entered Gabriel’s room, immediately noticing Abigail absence.

This was unusual – she was typically attached to him like glitter, and it was never easy to get rid of her.

“Your stupid sister isn’t here.”

“Don’t address her like that,” I warned Gabriel as my protective older brother instincts kicked in.

Abigail might be annoying at times, but she was still my sister.

“Why is she not with you?” I probed further, sensing something out of the ordinary.

“Her friend came,” Gabriel responded, hinting at a new development in Abigail’s social life.

“She has a friend?”

I was genuinely surprised.

Abigail wasn’t known for making friends easily.

“Apparently she made one this time. They are in her room. Abigail seems to like her very much,” Gabriel shared, his amusement evident in his laughter.

My sister rarely liked anyone, and if there was an exception, it was usually a noteworthy person.

“We will see how long this one lasts,” I remarked, aware of Abigail’s tendency to be clingy.

She was beautiful and attractive, but her shy personality often made it difficult for her to connect with others.

The details about Abigail’s new friend, Annabelle intrigued me.

Her family was not as affluent as ours, but their wealth was still notable.

Abigail’s dedication to this friendship, lasting three months already, challenged my expectations.

Every visit to the Annabelle family’s place seemed to deepen their bond, with Abigail playing with Annabelle rather than bothering them.

The dynamics of high school relationships, intertwined with status and envy, painted a fascinating picture of my sister’s world.

“Annabelle, right?”

“Yes.” She answered shortly without keeping the eye contact.

“Don’t hang out with her too much. She is a dummy. You will get some of her stupid brain too if you do.”

“I don’t mind that.” Annabelle shrugged.

“Stop telling my friend to leave me.” Abigail yelled and cursed at me as she pushed me out of her room.

I do use harsh words on her but that didn’t mean that I love her.

I often check up on my sister.

I checked what she is up to, where she is, who she is with. I look out for her but showing it was not my love language.

To be continued