Lahat ng Kabanata ng DaZhe-: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

PHOENIXThree days ago...I growl in irritation when I hear her calling my name behind me.How does she even know that I’m here in New York? I think I make it clear for her that I have nothing to do with her anymore, and she’s never going to have me back.I face her, clenching my jaw to avoid swearing at her where everyone around can hear it.“Are you stalking me now, Gabrielle?”Of course, she doesn’t care how angry I am. She’s a bitch for a reason—an insensitive and selfish bitch!She cups my face and kisses my lips so loudly.I cringe. I can taste the lipstick on my lips, but she doesn’t taste like my princess. I grab her on her arms and push her away from me. I’m done being nice.This woman won’t just stop ruining my life—she’s not satisfied once, she wants to ruin me again. I did everything for her—I was a loyal boyfriend, never cheated, but look at what she did to me, and now

PHOENIXAfter I don’t know how fucking long…Life is a fucking bitch! Why if you may ask because my life is a bitch. And I fucked up pretty bad, but I don’t fucking care anymore. It doesn’t make any sense, I know.My brother, cousins, and friends loathed me. Mom ignored me. I was sure my Princess was cursing me to death. Who won’t? When I left them without a single word. But none of them understood why because none of them had guessed what I did was worse than the loathing they felt for me. None of them had guessed how I desperately needed to see just a glimpse of Samantha. No one else had guessed how deep the cut in my heart compared to my previous broken heart.But I did it for her own good before I could hurt her more, and I knew I would one day. I had no choice but to end what we’d just started before the cut would get too deep.Lucky me, I had been practicing to be numb years ago, and I was back to th

SAMShock is an understatement of what had just happened minutes ago. I just shouted another name while we were on the verge of our orgasms. My face heats with an embarrassment. I feel so guilty, and I don’t know what had gotten into me.He pulled himself on top of me and went to the bathroom, and until now he doesn’t come back. I sit up from our bed, tie my hair in a loose bun, and walk to our adjacent bathroom.After taking a few huge breaths, my nerves are still all over my system.“Ty?” I knock on the door.I can’t hear any movements from inside, neither a sound of water. The door swiftly opens, then our eyes meet—I can see the hint of pain in his eyes.I swallow the lump blocking my throat. “Um, Ty. Let me explain.” My words are almost inaudible.I break my gaze when I can’t take his gaze on me anymore—Tyler is scrutinizing me.He doesn’t say anything, he kisses my forehead instead, and that

PHOENIXIt’s been two days since the last time I saw Samantha again. I saw the pain in her eyes when our eyes met, then she ran away before I could even take a closer look at her. She hated me—that confirmed my suspicion.When Abby begged me to stay with Mom in the mansion, I had to agree. Mom was worried hell, and I was such a selfish ass. I even forgot that Mom was sick months ago, and I felt so ashamed of what I’ve done.I missed Samantha so much, and I fucking want to see her again. She looks beautiful than ever and has lost some weight, but she still looks hot, and the only woman who can make my dying heart to beat again. Those tits that I adore so badly, and now I have no fucking chance to have those again. I am such a sick useless fuck. I chuckle bitterly.I listen constantly to our recorded conversations, and thanks to my big brother who introduces this app to me. He called me that time that we had an urgent meet

PHOENIXI was used to having a hangover for months since my disastrous relationship with Samantha, but I groan as I feel my stiff body for being curled up long. I sit up straight on the couch and begin rubbing the back of my aching neck.I look around the small living room of her apartment, nothing to see other than the boring cream-colored wall, a flat tv screen, a set of couches, and a black glass coffee table.The memories of last night are ambiguous to me, except that I remember pissing off the security guard, and how Samantha helped my drunkass up into her apartment.She was still so magnificent even in her beige baggy sweater and baby blue pajama bottoms.I wonder how it feels to touch underneath those baggy clothes she wears.I missed those feelings.I missed her skin against my hands, and I missed those lips I kissed days ago.Jesus, I’m instantly a boner. It’s been a while, buddy.M