everything off afterwards. Tell him that you changed your mind and you realized you’re no longer in love after all. It sounds very petty, but history has proven that sometimes, pettiness and caprice work to a woman’s advantage. You might want to give that a try.”
She looked at her friend seriously for a moment then the rebel in her rise to the surface. “I’ll do it.”
“But, I don’t know how to go about it. Amanda, look at me. I’m not exactly femme fatale. I’m a spoiled pampered girl---at least I used to be---and what you are suggesting seems a bit out of place. Do you think I can pull it off?”
“Of course you can pull it off. I mean, you have nothing to lose. The guy that does not love you anyway. Besides, you live on your own now and you are
doing what you love. You’re no longer living under one roof with your filthy rich parents. Besides, you’re still your father’s daughter. He may get into fits of anger once he finds out about your whole sham. But so what? It’s about time to be the girl you are destined to be.”
She retrieved a tray of oatmeal cookies from the oven. “Oops, these are still hot. I’ll slap your hand if you dare touch them.”
“You really think I can do it?”
“Positive, G. You can do it.”
“Honestly, I want those cookies now. Why do you have to torture me this way?” She grabbed one fat cookie from the tray and took a bite. “Oh my God! Who needs men when you have this? This is delicious, Amanda. Make some more!”
Eight
Garnet devoted most of her days studying and getting around her plan. She misses Max, misses the way he makes her ache for his touch, misses his lips on her body, her hands on hers. Yet, every time she remembers his expression that day at the beach house, as though she meant nothing more to him than just a partner in crime, it was as though some part of her has died. Being an only child, Garnet is used to all the attention, to all the toys, to getting her way. It’s not as if she’s demanding a lot. All she wanted to know is if he could she their partnership moving into something else. Sure, they had an agreement, but still---she gave him all of her, surrendered herself fully, and opened her heart to him. She wanted to believe that in the many times they have been together, at least she meant even a bit for him. Obviously, that’s not the case. This whole getting back at him thing is not because she almost ditched her. It was because she is so irritated with herself for being so naive and trusting.
She lay on the bed that night and thought about him. She was the first man who actually made a difference in her life, the first man who had ever possessed her. It was like a silly joke for her that they can never be. The physicality that they shared was immense. It was unbelievable that a man who exuded so much passion in bed can look at you and not care. She always thought that emotions and physicality are intertwined. Sadly, she was wrong and she has to salvage her pride before it is too late. She envy her aunt for being the independent woman that she is, for having the reputation of wrapping every man she encounters around her delicate French tipped fingers. If only she has the guts like Tante Gabrielle.
She slept surprisingly well that night and had dreams of being in another place, another time. She dreamt about that summer she spent with Blake when they were kids, of how much fun they had. Life was more carefree then for her, a time when she actually believed about tales of prince and princesses and castles. It was not that much fun in real life.
Nine
After school, Garnet went back to her apartment to get a few things. Once she was inside, she was startled to find her parents on her living room. Garnet felt her heart beating fast. Something is not right here. Her parents wouldn’t have come if it is not something big.
She
She looked at her friend seriously for a moment then the rebel in her rise to the surface. “I’ll do it.”
“But, I don’t know how to go about it. Amanda, look at me. I’m not exactly femme fatale. I’m a spoiled pampered girl---at least I used to be---and what you are suggesting seems a bit out of place. Do you think I can pull it off?”
“Of course you can pull it off. I mean, you have nothing to lose. The guy that does not love you anyway. Besides, you live on your own now and you are
doing what you love. You’re no longer living under one roof with your filthy rich parents. Besides, you’re still your father’s daughter. He may get into fits of anger once he finds out about your whole sham. But so what? It’s about time to be the girl you are destined to be.”
She retrieved a tray of oatmeal cookies from the oven. “Oops, these are still hot. I’ll slap your hand if you dare touch them.”
“You really think I can do it?”
“Positive, G. You can do it.”
“Honestly, I want those cookies now. Why do you have to torture me this way?” She grabbed one fat cookie from the tray and took a bite. “Oh my God! Who needs men when you have this? This is delicious, Amanda. Make some more!”
Eight
Garnet devoted most of her days studying and getting around her plan. She misses Max, misses the way he makes her ache for his touch, misses his lips on her body, her hands on hers. Yet, every time she remembers his expression that day at the beach house, as though she meant nothing more to him than just a partner in crime, it was as though some part of her has died. Being an only child, Garnet is used to all the attention, to all the toys, to getting her way. It’s not as if she’s demanding a lot. All she wanted to know is if he could she their partnership moving into something else. Sure, they had an agreement, but still---she gave him all of her, surrendered herself fully, and opened her heart to him. She wanted to believe that in the many times they have been together, at least she meant even a bit for him. Obviously, that’s not the case. This whole getting back at him thing is not because she almost ditched her. It was because she is so irritated with herself for being so naive and trusting.
She lay on the bed that night and thought about him. She was the first man who actually made a difference in her life, the first man who had ever possessed her. It was like a silly joke for her that they can never be. The physicality that they shared was immense. It was unbelievable that a man who exuded so much passion in bed can look at you and not care. She always thought that emotions and physicality are intertwined. Sadly, she was wrong and she has to salvage her pride before it is too late. She envy her aunt for being the independent woman that she is, for having the reputation of wrapping every man she encounters around her delicate French tipped fingers. If only she has the guts like Tante Gabrielle.
She slept surprisingly well that night and had dreams of being in another place, another time. She dreamt about that summer she spent with Blake when they were kids, of how much fun they had. Life was more carefree then for her, a time when she actually believed about tales of prince and princesses and castles. It was not that much fun in real life.
Nine
After school, Garnet went back to her apartment to get a few things. Once she was inside, she was startled to find her parents on her living room. Garnet felt her heart beating fast. Something is not right here. Her parents wouldn’t have come if it is not something big.
She
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