prologue
Standing out is what I, Summer Miranda Taylor, hates. In biology, it is said that every human is born equally, hence there is no such things as outstanding and out shining every one else. A runner with no legs, an archerer who is blind, a table tennis player with one hand, yes, they are good but you can't say that the neglected ones are not special.
To me, everyone is special.
To me, no one is supposed to be in the centre of attention.
That's why I hate Ryan Stevenson.
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Chapter 1
"isn't that Ryan Stevenson?"
"Ryan Stevenson, where?"
"there! Can't you see it? He is just over there!"
"who? Where are you pointing to?"
"obviously to the one who has just stepped out of his Lamborghini!"
"that's him? He is so freaking tall!"
Ryan Stevenson stepped out of his car when his fan girls started screaming out his name. He is popular enough to make it to the top most wanted bachelor last year and this year, on account that he joined the entertainment industry, he had just made the whole worlds' girls go crazy over him.
Except for one.
"KYAAAAA!!! He is looking at my direction!"
"I know how it feels, it just seems so surreal..."
Just by looking at him, one of his fan girls had almost fainted.
Just what is so good about him? Apart from his really awesome and muscular and ... Ahem, torso, there is really nothing else that's good about him.
He seemed to be scanning around the surrounding looking for something. Then, he locked his eyes on me.
He sent me the smirk and could sent millions of girls to hospital for excessive loss of blood. Lucky enough, I am Summer Taylor.
He walked towards me, dragging me away from the paparazzi and everyone else.
That's why I said that I hate him. He attracts too much attention.
"what are you doing? Where are you bringing me to?" I tried to shove is hands off me.
He ignored me and continued pulling me behind him as he dragged me to school and strode through the corridors.
I couldn't help but admire how hot he looks in his tight-fit shirt and how his muscles moves as he ran. His longs legs, his sexy ass, his broad shoulders, his warm hands, his blue eyes, his kissable lips...
They are just too much for me to handle that I thought I would break and turn into jelly right now. Too bad that I couldn't.
Suddenly, he pulled me to a corner and pinned me against the wall. I knew just where this place is. Our classroom.
He leered near against me, eyeing at me with his amazing blue eyes, as if they could shoot blue laser into my green ones. His lips are just a centimeter away from me. Just what is about this guy that makes me blush so deeply and my heart to start racing at a dangerously high speed.
"to a place that belongs truly to me and you. A place out of sight by everyone else in the world," he finally answered my question and smashed his lips on mine in a passionate kiss.
He finally pulled off when the both of us were out of breath.
"good morning, my girlfriend," he greeted me.
I blushed again.
Right, I hate this guy and yet I love him. He is just so sweet.
"good morning, prince tyrant," I answered, greeting him with the nickname I had given him.
He chuckled, dimples forming on his cheeks, eyes forming a straight line, brown hair flowing to the rhythm of the breeze.
Just how the hell did I get such a wholesome great boyfriend?
Summer Miranda Taylor dares to swear that right now, all the girls in the whole world is jealous and wanted to be in this position with Ryan Luke Stevenson, having kissed by him almost every morning and to be able to admire how hot his chest look without clothes on.
I am just too ironical.
.
"where do you want to go now, princess summer?" he said in a hot British accent. Did I ever mention before how seductive his british accent sounds like? Well, although it was fake out, but it seems so real and hot.
I blushed a little at out close proximity. He was really tall, towering me completely, making me feel like a midget getting close to a giant. A hot and sexy giant, that is.
"erm, sit down in our classroom until school starts?" I asked. "I haven't completed my homework," I explained.
He gave me a shocking face as though he was rally shocked by this fact.
"yes, I am stating the truth. I haven't completed my homework," I said in a monotonous voice and sent him chuckling softly again.
Then, he looked at me again with those soft eyes before kissing me again, this time, not tongues involved, just a sweet and light kiss.
"I havent too," he said in a serious tone.
"huh? Why am I not surprised by that fact?" I teased.
He smiled and started tickling me at my sides.
"stop it, Ryan! School is starting and we cant afford being seen by the others," I tried to escape away from him.
He stopped immediately in his steps. "why do you not like the idea of making our relationship go public?"
He took a large step and successfully trapped me in between his arms and the wall again.
"because I... I..." I stuttered, trying to evade his eyes. It's the look in his eyes that I knew I would lose to.
"look at me," he demanded, lifting my head lightly but I refused to. "look at me," he said again. I refused to even though it's a sin to disobey Prince Tyrant's command.
He lifted my chin and kissed me urgently. I struggled free but to no avail. I should have known better than to waste my energy trying on something unfruitful. In the end, I surrendered to his kiss and went forward to kiss him back, twice as hard as he did, eliciting a sexy groan from the back of his throat. He pinned me harder on the wall, burrowing his head into my neck, nibbling the smooth skin his wet tongue had touched. His hands had trailed far above where it should have been, lifting up my skirt in the process. Well, for obvious reasons, I am glad that I had chose a black lacy pair of undergarments today.
"Ryan... Ryan!" I screamed out his name when I felt his finger touching my sensitive area. Even with a fabric lining that separates us from direct contact, I could feel myself getting even more tensed up, getting even more wet than I thought i am ever capable of.
He stopped immediately, pulling out his hand from my skirt.
"sorry, I was a little carried away," he apologized.
He apologized? Does that mean he didn't want to do it to me in the first place? He doesn't like my reaction?
"you don't like it?" I muttered softly even though no none was there.
He turned to face me startled. His eyes widened and his hand moved forward to touch my face, wiping away a tear on it.
"I didn't mean that, honey. It's just that you seemed to be very uneasy about it," he explained, pulling me gently into a tight embrace.
"great action down there," a male student from came from the corner, holding up his camera. On its screen, there was the photo of us kissing. "Ryan Luke Stevenson and Summer Miranda Taylor"
Just how much drama could a usual high school morning contains?!
"And who are you, may I ask?" I could feel Ryan tensed up when the hand he was holding on to me clutched tighter and his jaw clenched.
For whatever reason, the student dared to laugh at Ryan Stevenson, the world richest man.
"my name?" he asked and then turned back to look at Ryan. "right, how rude of me to not tell you my name first before hand," he stopped his arrogant laughter and answered his question.
Ryan glared at him sternly.
"Vincent Parker," he answered, looking down on the ground, shuffling his feet. Then, he moved forward to look at me. Ryan wrapped a protective arm around my waist.
"hey there, don't be so protective. I am not that bad a person," he laughed.
Ryan showed no sign of retreat as he glared at him harder.
"well, maybe I am. I am so going to show this close up photo to the media and see their reaction. Ahhhh, everyone finally got to see who the mysterious girl who is dating Ryan is," he said. "ah, I'm so sorry. I should have said 'prince Stevenson'"
"don't you dare," Ryan growled.
"do you think I wouldn't?"
"how much?"
"don't think you could shut my mouth up with just some money," Vincent smirked.
"what's the deal then?"
Vincent turned his attention to me again.
"make her my bride," he smiled.
A cursed evil smile, that is.
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