Love curves and heartbreak novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Privilege

“Prissy… wait,” he runs after me.

I hear him say as he takes my arm gently. His face is flushed and he gives me a strange look. Pain?

*Please hear me out…” he says anxious. I turn around and answer him quickly, with much more anger than I intended.

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“What is your problem? Why are you suddenly interested in me? You must have two thousand women after you. Why me?” I tell him and he looks at me with a startled expression.

“What? What do you mean?”

“You know! You are always been the extraordinary super successful Ethan! Why would a man like you look for me and kiss me in hidden places? What’s wrong with you? Oh, yes… so that no one sees you with me! What will others say if they see you with me?” I yell, and his anger returned immediately.

“What are you talking about? I would never have thought that! I care about you, Prissy! You have to believe me! You don’t know how much!” he raises his voice again. He looks lost, like he really didn’t understand what I said.

It’s pretty clear, isn’t it? He is mocking at me! I’m his freaking little secret toy!

“Just… leave me alone! Is it so hard to understand?. That’s all I’m asking! I don’t want you to chase me, to talk to me, to write to me, I don’t want to hear from you! Leave me alone!” I say abruptly. He looks taken aback.

“I realize now that I may have been overly demanding, but I genuinely believed it was for your benefit. I wanted to assist you in advancing your career, becoming a better designer, and to participate on more projects.”

He speaks as though he has a grand plan for me, treating me as if I’m merely a subject in his experiments. But I comprehend his perspective.

I come from humble beginnings with limited education, while he likely holds a postgraduate degree. In his eyes, I require his benevolent assistance. I’m nothing, he was kind of a god.

“Maybe for you, I am nothing, or nobody. Maybe you think I need help: the poor girl who stayed here, working as hard as she could without studying. And maybe you’re right,” I tell him, and he listens to me, his expression puzzled.

“But there’s something I want you to know: I did it alone, with a lot of effort, sacrifices, blood, sweat and tears. I don’t need someone who doesn’t know me meddling in my affairs…… And believes to know what’s best for me!” I explain very firm.

At least he keeps his mouth shut. He seems offended. However, I doubt he’ll actually understand what I’m saying. Men like Ethan typically don’t pay heed to others‘ perspectives. He just thinks and care in himself.

Men like Ethan… are really special. They are obviously privileged, good family, money, beach houses, titles, a guaranteed place at university. He has no worries other than making money and maintaining that level. He could fail… and it really doesn’t matter… he will always have a family to help him, to lend some money to star again. But most of all, they look down on others. I learned that quickly.

My sister Caroline was a different matter, she truly never understand our true position.

She possessed the skill of blending in seamlessly and creating the illusion that she belonged to their world, despite the fact that she didn’t, given our shared background. She was also one of those individuals who struggled to come to terms with her reality.

She consistently held herself in higher regard than others, believing herself to be special, despite lacking the means or evidence to support such a

claim.

She saw herself as the most beautiful or intelligent person, but the truth is, there will always be someone who surpasses us in those aspects. In every corner of the world, there will always be someone more attractive, intelligent, or humorous than her, than me, than us.

As she matured, my sister came to acknowledge that she was ordinary, yet she refused to accept it. Despite working at our mother’s beauty salon, she often boasted about her conquests, eagerly awaiting a wealthy suitor to sweep her off her feet and find her like a precious gem among stones, preferably without much effort,

I, on the other hand, saw reality as it was. Why ignore it? Why deceive yourself? I had learned this quickly in my own home, where I was always held in second place, and then Ethan opened my eyes.

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Chapter 12: Privilege

I had been through some dark times in my teenage years, I thought I had gotten over it all…but honestly, I think sometimes we just learn to live

with it.

I swear I never meant to hurt you… that was never my intention…” he says sorrowfully.

Yeah! Right!

It was just a figment of my imagination everything that happened in the past. I had tried to forget it, but I could not. And now he came along as if it was nothing.

But then he appeared, with his words, his projects, seemingly out of nowhere, and now with his “assistance.” And to make matters worse… with his kisses that weaken my knees, his long, warm hands, his beautiful eyes, his smile…

It hasn’t been long, yet he’s already made me tremble, caused my logic to falter and doubt. He undermines my resolve. It’s clear that he would have this effect on me, wouldn’t he? I had dreamed of him!

He was my star, not distant, but right there, by my side, playing video games and eating cookies.

And now I had it all within reach. Without even seeking it, without even lifting a finger. He touched me, gave me the best kisses I’ve ever experienced, made me shiver.

But how does it all end? I’ll tell you how: with Priscilla left with a broken heart, crying, and in a terrible mess. Yes. He has nothing to lose.

“You know what I really want? To take a step back. Leave me alone… don’t interfere in my life. We work together, but that’s it. ” I tell him, and he looks at me as if he really doesn’t understand anything I’ve said.

Of course not, he is used to getting what he wants, to no one saying no, especially to a girl with extra pounds and a stupid job.

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