All Chapters of His Ego: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My eyes fluttered open as the color of his dirty blonde hair caught my attention. His soft hair was swept to the side, the strands of his hair volumized simply by leaning on top of each other. The face structure of this man was beautiful, thin and masculine. His perfect tan skin complimented the color of his hair, as well as his soft pink lips. Accompanied by a left dimple each time he smiles showing his straight, white teeth. His eyes. His beautiful blue-green eyes that always changes colors depending on the light shining against them.                     He was wearing a light blue button up shirt, I had my head laying on his black slim-fit jeans. He had his thick framed glasses hooked into the left pocket of his shirt, along with a red pen cuffed onto his left ear. His hand softly laid above my head, touching my wavy brown hair as he twirls it around his index finger. His gaze was set straight ahead, peer

Another day, another class.                    Going to school on a Monday is something no one ever wants to participate in. But society differs.                     I still felt the soreness in my throat, and my voice still sounded like an old man's. On a good note, my symptoms has healed over the weekend. My father is a huge educate supporter. Education is key, you don't leave school unless you're literally dying. If you don't have the proper education, you won't get a proper life, and a stable foundation for your children.                    My father has always been like a mother to Austin and I. He always tries his best to educate Austin and I about real life situations. Things such as finding the right person to be with, standing up for yourself, and keeping your

"I can't believe you're giving him a second chance," Bella says as she walks towards the edge of her bed.                           Bella always had a protective, motherly side to her. Her intentions are always for the best she sees for the people she cares most about. Sometimes I act as if she was the mother sent to me, in replacement of my birth mom.                           "And I can't believe you gave him my address," she continues, laughing at the childish response I had given Landon earlier today. I couldn't help but to join in and smile at her. Bella looked the best when she is happy. Her hair glistens against the sun, her skin was alright bright and clear, and her preppy outfits always seemed to be on point.                      &nb

As we finished our plates, I stretched my arms out, arching my back as I feel my body tense and release. Landon released a chuckle as he reached out his hand towards me. I stared at it blankly, before softly placing mine on his.                           "Let's dance?" he asks, wrapping his fingers around my hand.                           In a panic, I pulled my hand back. I pressed my lips together as I hid my hands under the table. Landon rose an eyebrow in confusion, an embarrassed smile across his lips.                          I avoided his eye contact before answering slowly, "I don't know how to dance."                          

"So you're Aubrey," a voice from behind me spoke out.                    I gasped as I turned towards the person in surprise. The horrify man had nice features, however seems a little older than my age. I swallowed nervously as I took a step back. He had a white button up shirt, with light grey dress pants. Although it was almost pitch dark outside, I saw his features clearly. A face with masculinity, sharp features with a neatly lined stubble.                    "The little replica of Landon's ex," the mysterious man growled, as he takes a few step towards me.                    "Where's Landon?" I managed to choke out, behind the fear.                     The guy smiles at me before a second figur