First Love

Max pov

“Rehan told me that you’re stalking a girl?” Vishal winked.

That Bastard Rehan. Why he had to tell Vishal about it? Rolling my eyes, I moved my attention to eating noodles which he prepared for me. Honestly it tastes shit but I have no other option. Crashing at Vishal’s place means horrible food. By the way I love spending time at Rehan’s house because Mayra is a damn good cook.

I wonder if Erica knows how to cook?

Erica! This woman. She’s a firecracker who is always ready around me to explode. I couldn’t even dare to win against her. She’s damn stubborn. Above all, she didn’t fall for me. I don’t know how could she resist my looks? Strange!

Maybe that’s what intrigues me. Her ignorance.

But the pain I felt in her eyes made me forget everything but her. Her pain was familiar. We both lost someone close to our heart. I lost my sister and she lost her boyfriend. I could understand the pain she must’ve gone through. Her eyes reflect it all.

Licking my lips, I thought once again about her. Her eyes, they’re so mesmerising. She’s the most fiercest woman I’ve ever met yet her eyes are gentle.

“Dude, stop thinking about her.” Vishal’s voice dragged me back to the reality.

“I am not.” I defended.

“Yeah! Right. And I am an alien.”

He and his sarcasm.

He turned on the TV to play some music and to my utter bad luck the song played was of the Cassie Fox.

Okay here we go.

“Dude, you fu*ked her.” He laughed.

His irritating laugh was such a headache.

Cassie Fox.

I looked her on the screen and she looked sexy as hell. Her perfect body, her perfect face. Damn, how could someone be this perfect? Most of all, this time I noticed how talented she is. Her songs are really cool. I mean they could make you want to tap your feet on the rytham.

And what about Erica? What does she thinks of Cassie Fox? Does she likes her song or hate them? Someday I’ll ask her about this. Someday!

“So tell me about her.” Vishal smiled.

“She’s not like any woman I’ve slept with. She’s different. Her aura reminds me of my own heart. She’s cute, feisty and off course stubborn. She has this beautiful eyes and shit man! She’s different.” I blabbered in one breath without realising that it was Vishal whom I was speaking to.

He looked at me like I’ve grown two heads and then boom. He laughed, making fun of my emotions.

Bastard.

“Awe. So sweet.” He mocked me in a girly voice.

See, that’s the reason I don’t want to share anything with him. He’s a complete ass.

But indeed my Erica is different.

What the f*ck? My Erica? Where did that came from?

I need s*x. I f*cking need s*x.

I dialed Cassie’s number and after two rings, she received my call.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Where the f*ck are you?”

“I am sorry. I was at my concert.”

“Come to my house. I need you.” I said.

“But-”

“I said I f*cking need you to have s*x with me. Don’t tell me you forgot our deal?” I almost screamed in frustration.

“I am coming.” she exhaled a breath.

I ended the call and decided to leave Vishal’s place.

“Dude. Cassie is crazy for you, isn’t she?” He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Who cares when I am having a good s*x.”

He made a disappointed face and clicked his tongue. “Do you have any idea that she was about to have her live concert but you called her and I guess she agreed to come, isn’t she?”

Eh?

“How do you know that she’s having a concert?”

“TV.” He gave me duh look.

Uh. Okay. Wow! She left her concert for having s*x with me?

That’s interesting.

I smiled and excitedly hurried my way back to home.

As I reached my room, I saw her already

Sitting cross-legged on the bed. One look of her body and damn, I was turned on. I quickly get to her and after embracing her in my arms I started kissing her. She didn’t say anything just kissed me back with equal passion.

***

“I love you, Max.” She smiled.

F*ck! Why she has to this dumb? Love me? Really? How can someone love the person right after knowing that the other person only wants to bed them and nothing else.

“Are you really this dumb or you’re behaving like one?” I asked, irritated.

She said nothing just smiled widely while running her fingers through my chest.

“On a serious note, don’t think that we’re dating because we will never.” I spoke, this time making it clear to her.

Love is not made for someone like me and I never want a woman like her to love me. She’s not realising yet but it’s not love, she only wants me because of my high societal status. All women want me for the same reason.

After losing my sister, I am sure that love will never find me. F*ck a person like me don’t deserves to be loved.