Brielle walked up to him, pulling out a handkerchief and placing it gently in front of him. "Are you hurt?" she asked softly.
Her voice was like music, making him think of flowers blooming. Strange, do flowers actually make a sound when they bloom? Maybe it was just the feeling blossoming in his heart.
When he looked up, he was immediately taken by her eyes, sparkling under the streetlight, making his heart skip a beat. She was stunning, even more so than she had been on stage at Beaconsfield College.
He suddenly remembered – she was the girl who had given him flowers. Her scent was just as unforgettable. Without realizing it, he had even remembered the perfume she wore. His heart pounded uncontrollably, and he felt a nervous excitement.
“Are you hurt?” she repeated, concern evident in her voice.
He wasn’t injured, but something about her ignited a need inside him. His mom's words flashed through his mind: if a girl looks at you with eyes that shine like stars, she’s into you. So, maybe she liked him too.
Without thinking, he kissed her. It was like being under a spell, and he loved every second of it. Was she crying then? In that alley? He couldn’t quite remember, only that he felt a strange mix of satisfaction and regret. Being with a woman felt overwhelming.
He lacked restraint and noticed her eyes were red from crying. Regret set in when he realized it might have been her first time. This wasn’t how it should’ve happened. He took her to the villa he had bought, bathed her, and she cried in her sleep like a broken doll. He didn’t care; he could afford to keep her, even if she wanted the most iconic building in the city, he could buy it for her.
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