Irresistible Attraction

Chapter 6

Greyson

“I met someone.” Say, what?

My cup even paused mid-way because of what Lola just told me.

Met someone? Lola? Who the f**k?

“He’s a professor working at Boston University.” Oh, s**t. I was not in the mood talking about this and I was nowhere interested.

“I see.”

“He loves books and currently working on his own books too,” Lola continued, practically ignoring how uninterested I was to keep up with this conversation.

I kept looking at her. Watching her holding her Starbucks cup while looking at the sidewalk without any intention to swallow the coffee.

Lola rarely daydreaming.

Usually, she would be thinking about the book she was currently reading but right now, she was thinking about a man and it f*****g pissed me off.

Lola never thought of a man before. She had several crushes before but she never took them seriously. Well, all thanks to my dirty work. Doing the devil’s job behind the scene. Either chasing them off or telling them to f**k off.

She never felt sad about it if the guys never showed up again the next day to woo her. Me, being the asshole I was, always managed to convince her they were never serious with her and she obediently listened.

Right now, although I didn’t want to admit it, Lola seemed serious with this one. All thanks to the love of books.

So, I asked, “What’s the dude’s name?”

“Caelan.”

“How old?”

“Thirty-eight.” f*****g hell. Thirty-f*****g-eight? That guy was fifteen years older than Lola? What of him? A damn pedophile?

“He’s way too old for you, isn’t he? He could be your father for crying out loud.”

“We’re just fifteen years difference,” she countered like it was a fact.

“People could have children at fifteen and if they f****d at their teenage.”

“He’s not like that and please don’t swear in front of me.”

“Sorry. Is he trying to get close to you?”

“No, I was the one who always looked at him from afar.”

My heart was stabbed.

This Caelan was different. He did nothing, only showing Lola how he loved books and that was it, he held her heart instantly. So easily.

I didn’t like this.

I didn’t like the idea.

I didn’t want to let her go to some random guy. But then again, I remembered the mistake I had made before.

My sin.

My guilt.

I had no place to hinder Lola with someone.

I made a great mistake and I intended to fix it.

Everything for Lola.

I’d promised to protect her. I’d promised to be her knight so I would be her knight in his shining f*****g armor. Not her prince in his white horse. A knight just helping the princess. But a prince was allowed to have the princess for himself. And since I was just a knight to her, I could only help, not having her.

And I let out my ultimate card by saying, “If you need me as your wingman, I will gladly help you.”

Lola turned to me, looking confused and shocked at the same time. “You don’t need to do that.”

“Oh, I want to, Lola. I’m your best friend and best friend support each other. Also,” I paused and looked straight to her round caramel eyes. “I’ve promised to be your knight and I will always help you.”

I felt like an i***t. Stupid. Moron. I just dug my own grave. And I gladly threw my body six feet under when I said, “You love Caelan.” And her cheeks flashed immediately.

I didn’t need the answer.

I didn’t need to listen to it.

I knew.

Forcing a smile, “I will help you as much as I can.”

Even though my heart was the cost.

I opened my eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling. Why the hell I dreamed that? Probably the effect of Lola staying with me. Maybe our minds were connected and she was dreaming about Caelan and I was unfortunate enough to remember the stupidity I had made before.

Letting out a sigh, I pushed up my body so I would be sitting on the bed.

Brutal honesty, I regretted my decision.

I had said I would help her. But every time I saw them together, a bunch of knives pierced my heart a million times without any intention to stop. Kitchen knife, meat knife, you named it. Every single knife. Devils were laughing next to my ears, telling me how stupid I was. Angels were shaking their heads. God probably laughing at me too. All this was like a f*****g circus to them. But not to me. I felt like I was at a funeral. My funeral.

“s**t,” I cursed softly and jumped off the bed, wearing my sweat pants, and heading down to the dining. I saw Lola was busy preparing breakfast but she hadn’t seen me. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing a soft purple sweater under the pink apron.

She was the prettiest. The magical unicorn in my life. I couldn’t stop looking at her. I knew I shouldn’t be having this feeling for her. My love for her would only hurt her in the end. I knew that. Lola knew that. That’s why we couldn’t be together.

Her eyes found their ways to me and she was about to say something until she turned around, confusing me. What the hell?

I walked down the stairs. “What’s wrong?”

“Y-You…You’re not wearing…a shirt,” she stutteringly said and I looked down.

Oh.

I forgot.

I always slept naked but since Lola was on the same roof as I was, I should at least wear pants.

“What’s wrong with me being half-naked?” I asked, my tone hinted at the tease.

“You shouldn’t be wandering around the house without a shirt?”

“It’s my house.”

“And I’m around now.”

“You already see my everything, Lola. Literally from top to bottom.”

She turned around. “When we were six.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve seen me and by the record, I’ve seen yours.”

“Greyson!” she scolded and I laughed.

“Just kidding, girl.” I walked closer, standing next to her, and saw her cooking French toast. I saw my coffee had been roasted ready for me to drink.

“Do you have any plan for today?” she asked.

“Yeah. I should go to the garage to check on my bike.” Oh, right. It’d been a long time since Lola met my team. “You want to come?”

“Is it okay for me to come?”

“Sure. Why not? They will be happier when they see you behind me,” I stated and she smiled.

“You’re serious?”

“I am. I could see it from their eyes. Whenever I came just to wait for you, their eyes were blinking but when they saw no one behind me, disappointment was all written on their face.” She giggled.

“I missed Faye and Owen.”

“Then, you should definitely come with me.”

Okay. What time?”

“Around ten. We could have lunch together, the four of us.”

“Okay!” she exclaimed excitedly.

I kept staring at her while Lola finishing preparing our breakfast.

It felt…normal to me. Having Lola here, in my house. It felt like she should be here. With me. To be mine. s**t, Greyson. Stop imagining things and focus on reality.

“Can you help me arrange them on the counter?”

“Sure.” Lola put three toasts on each plate, dressing them with cream cheese on top with some blueberries, and pouring the maple syrup. I brought them to the counter. I grabbed my coffee cup while Lola grabbed her teacup. Yep, Lola was a tea girl. I was a coffee man. She liked coffee but not as much as me. Said coffee was too bitter for her. Well, a sweet person like Lola loved something sweet for sure. She usually made her tea with milk. I told her she could make the same one with coffee but the taste was different. Whatever that meant.

As we began our breakfast, Lola asked, “Aren’t you going to put something on before we start?”

“Put on what?” I asked back and found her eyes were shyly directed at my chest. Oh. Well then. That was easy. “No. Are you bothered?”

“No, but you’re distracting me.” Ah, how cute.

I smirked, almost laugh. “I’m glad you found me appealing.”

“Every woman thinks of you as appealing. My colleagues are all swooning over you.”

“Oh, I’m honored.” I pushed a big chunk of toast into my mouth. I was not usually eating toast. I was more a plain bread kind of guy. But Lola made this for me, so yeah, why not? “Delicious.” She smiled and put in a little bread on her mouth. I kept watching how she ate. The way she chewed the bread, how she pushed out her tongue to wipe the remaining crumbs on her lips and slightly bit her lip.

Honestly, she was so f*****g sexy when eating.

And that was a dangerous move. No wonder Lola needed me to be her wingman, otherwise, she would end up in the hands of an asshole. I could be categorized as an asshole but I knew how to handle Lola.

By the time she grabbed her tea and drank it, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. The way she poured the liquid inside her throat, that delicious-looking neck, I wonder how her skin taste would be like. I wanted to place a lot of marks there. Marking her slender neck so everyone would know that she was not available.

I looked away. I should stop thinking about this.

This was so wrong.

I thought once that I was feeling in Heaven and Hell by living with Lola.

No, there was nothing heavenly about it.

Only hellish.