Irresistible Attraction

Chapter 1

Greyson

Oh, no. Not again.

I approached Lola who was crying while kneeling. Don’t tell me those stupid boys bullied her again.

“What have they done now?” I asked.

She wiped her tears. Not doing any good at all because her tears still pouring down endlessly. “They said…because I look…different from them,” she said.

Did nobody know about cultural differences?

Boy, this was why I choose to not have friends at all. Because they were just as stupid.

But not to Lola.

We’d been friends with each other since we were a baby.

I loved being friends with Lola.

To me, Lola was enough.

A lot of people wanted to be friends with me but I always turned them down. Why? Because they were not good enough for me. Not as good as Lola.

I squatted next to her. “Come on, stop crying.” She kept doing it.

“Why they keep bothering me? Do I have to change my looks so they will accept me?”

“They’re just being stupid. You are enough by being yourself. And you are beautiful already. They bullied you because they like you.”

She raised her teary eyes to me. “Really?”

I didn’t know but I nodded my head, lying to her.

I grabbed her hands as I looked into her eyes. “I will always protect you, Lola. No one will come and bother you again. If you got bullied, I will come and rescue you. Because…I’m your knight, remember?”

She sniffed and nodded her head, showing her smile. “I know you will.” She wiped her tears again.

“I’m happy having you as my friend and I will always treasure you forever.”

I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling, sighing in defeat.

Damn it.

The next thing I opened my eyes and I sighed in defeat.

“Shit.” Why the hell I had to dream about the past? No, it was not a horrible past but was enough to stab my heart.

For a little me, Lola’s words that day made my day.

But now, it hurt like a son of a b***h.

“f*****g hell.” I rubbed my forehead and pushed my body up. Sitting on the bed and ruffling my blond hair while resting my elbow on top of my knee. The sound of my alarm started to chime as I reached out my iPhone from the nightstand and turned the damn thing off.

It was seven already.

I was not a morning person, like at all, but for a certain girl who had stolen my heart for a long time, I could push myself to be a morning person. Love conquers all, right? If I had to stick two toothpicks between my eyes so I would wake up, I would f*****g do it.

I jumped off my bed and headed to the kitchen. I turned on my coffee maker to start brewing it while I went back to my bedroom to take a quick shower.

Once I was done, I wore a dark grey t-shirt with a black leather jacket. I tidied my hair and walked out of the bedroom. I poured the coffee into the cup, set it aside, and grabbed a single bread. Drenching it with butter and covered it with Nutella before pushing the delicious bread into my mouth. Normally, people would toast them with the toaster but not to me. I liked my bread like this, soft.

My phone chimed and saw a message from Lola.

I’m ready.

I pushed the reaming bread and drank my coffee before I grabbed my wallet, helmet, and keys and stormed out of my penthouse. I took the elevator, greeting Robert – my concierge, and walked out of the building. I put on my helmet and jumped on top of my XDiavel. Igniting the engine, roaring the badass machine, and heading out of the apartment area.

It didn’t take me long until I arrived. I shut off my bike and jumped off. Pulling off my helmet and was about to enter the house until the door was opened and there she was, Lola. Wearing a black trench coat and something white underneath. I could see her legs and I was positive she was wearing a one-piece with a pair of black boots. I knew being a Librarian she did not need to doll herself too much as long she was proper enough. But would her attire fit the library rule?

She smiled seeing me as I returned the smile. Before she could walk down the stairs, her brother – Dylan appeared behind her. “Morning, Greyson!”

“Morning, Dylan.”

Both siblings looked at each other as Dylan kissed her forehead and Lola came to me.

And I realized something.

Not. f*****g. Again.

“Good morning, Greyson,” she greeted as I exhaled and rolled my eyes.

Turning down my eyes to her and asked, “Where’s your helmet?”

“Oh! I’ll be right back!” she exclaimed and ran back to the house. Running past her brother as Dylan watching his sister. He turned his head to me and shook it. He knew his sister’s bad habit and I knew everything too. We had been friends for twenty-three years. I even knew the single mole on top of her butt.

Lola returned with the pink helmet, the one I gave to her as she put it on while walking back to me. “Bye, Dylan!” she parted with her brother again and hopped up to my Ducati.

That’s when I was aware of something.

“You’re okay riding a bike with that dress?” I asked before she could jump.

She turned to me. “It’s fine. The dress is covered with my coat and it’s not that short,” she assured and I helped her jumped on the bike. Maybe I should buy a car but I was too lazy to buy it for a single purpose; just to pick up Lola to go to the library and then pick her up again to go home.

I liked bikes; it was in my blood. My father used to be a MotoGP rider before he retired. My mother was his umbrella girl. They used to say the love between them bloom under the umbrella which I thought was damn ridiculous.

“Hold on tight to me and make sure the coat covered you.”

“Yes, sir,” she saluted, making me chuckle.

I turned on the engine again and drove off her house. With how loud the machine sound was, it was difficult for us to talk so we never talked about anything while on our way to the library. It didn’t matter to me. Maybe yes, I should consider buying a car. Maybe a Tesla would suffice.

But this felt nice too to me.

Lola had her arms wrapped around my torso. Her temple laid on my shoulder blade. Please excuse me, her boobs right on my back. To some ladies who chased me, they would press their two mountains purposely. But to Lola who clearly not interested in me, she did that without purpose. But being an asshole I was, I asked her to keep herself closer to me so she won’t fly away.

Maybe some people would think Lola was crazy because she wasn’t interested in me.

I was popular, I had to admit that. I had women queued themselves just to spend a night with me. Yes, they were beautiful but if they were good enough to be called my woman, then the answer was no.

Since my younger age, my heart belonged to one person and that was the lady who aimlessly gluing herself to me.

Charlotte Summers was my childhood friend since the day we were born. Our parents were close and we were neighbors. So coincidentally, I was born on the same date as Lola, making us twin with different parents. I was born in the morning while Lola decided to pop out in the evening. With me born in the morning didn’t mean I was a morning person. But Lola was. A complete opposite with each other.

Her name was royal-like, Princess-like, and sometimes she acted like one. Lola’s parents were from South Korea but they immigrated to the state and she was born here together with her two years older brother. Their parents were, unfortunately, had passed away when Lola was still ten-year-old. Dylan who was eight years older than her almost decided to not continue with his medical study but my parents prevented him. They kept pushing him to continue for Lola’s sake by paying all his college tuition until he was properly graduated.

My parents had considered them as their own children. They were on their second honeymoon, or maybe third, fourth, and so on. They wanted to spend time just the two of them alone which I thought they deserved it. With my father’s unlimited money, it shouldn’t be a problem. I just hoped they didn’t come home with a brother or sister for me. Nope, thank you.

We arrived at the library as I tilted the bike so Lola would easily jump off. She took off her helmet and waved her face while closing her eyes. Damn, she’s beautiful. The princess. My princess. Her silky black hair and those round brown eyes. She was a magical creature.

Her lips formed a smile. “Thank you, Greyson.”

“It’s my duty.”

“It’s not but, thank you.”

“I wanted to and it’s much safer with me.” Yep, because the last time I let her went home alone, she almost got attacked by a drunkard man in a suit and almost molested her if I didn’t follow my instinct to check on her if she had gone home.

That night, Lola had to stay late and my team was celebrating my victory on Moto3. And I had this weird feeling about Lola so I had to excuse myself from the party and went to the library and thank God for that, otherwise, I might commit a murder in the scene.

“Well, I should go now.”

I nodded my head. “Sure. I’ll be here again at five.” And she walked away.

Looking at her parting figure, I always wished I could pull her back and give her my attention. I had shown it to her sometime, but being a slowpoke she was, she never saw it. All I could do now was protecting her at a touching distance. It was hard but it was better than having her far from me.

After all, I had promised to be her knight. Not her prince.