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Inappropriate Attraction

I made a huge idiot of myself this morning. It was so embarrassing.

Waking up quite discomforted, I looked towards the alarm clock, soon noticing that it was 6:00 AM and the alarm still hadn't rung. Gasping, I quickly shot up to go brush my teeth and get ready. Everything was speedy. I quickly got dressed and re-curled certain parts of my hair. Looking almost as good as I usually do, I walked out of my room, partially satisfied.

I walked down to the kitchen and found there was no food, so I made myself a cappuccino. Usually, I would wake up the workers and make them prepare my breakfast, but thinking about it, the idea seemed kind of rude. I sat down and sipped my cappuccino, when I realized I forgot sugar. I opened up the cabinet and something came crashing down. I quickly the fallen can back into the cabinet and brought the sugar to the table. That's when I started to hear footsteps. I freeze in my seat as the footsteps get closer. A shadow appears but it's not clear.

Jacob stands before me.

"What the hell are you doing up this early? And what's with all the noise?" he questions.

"Uhm, I'm getting ready for school," I sarcastically reply.

Looking at Jacob gives me goosebumps. I avoid analyzing why that's happening, but looking at him in his boxers and a night robe isn't helping the least bit. I distracted myself by adding more creamer to the cappuccino.

"But it's-"

"Uh, Jacob, I think you can go back to bed. Thanks for checking up on me, but as you can see, I'm fine so.. yeah." I stammered, trying to get rid of him. He gave me a questioning look, with which I replied a reassuring smile. Well, the best reassuring smile I could force on my face. He started to walk backwards towards the stairs and I forced my eyes off of him. It was a really tough task. My eyes begged to roam over his almost-naked body. His hair sat in a messy pile over his head, which made him look, believe it or not, sexier. His lips looked puffier and more, I thought, tempting. The soft night robe molded right over his perfectly sculpted muscles. I found myself aching to replace that stupid piece of fabric.

"Wait, Paris-" he tried again.

"WHAT?" I answered with a little more anger than intended. I didn't apologize to take it back, though. Better to ward him off now before this gets worse. I mean, this man is my sister's fiance! I might be a bitch, but I'm not a whore. Especially not a whore who steals her sister's guy.

"I was just gonna say.. you don't wanna be late for the bus." Jacob warns before he walks back to bed.

Relieved that he was now gone, I walked out the door  with my bag in hand. I waited almost 15 minutes at the bus stop, when I got really irritated. That's when I checked my phone for the time. Under the time, it had the date. Saturday. It was Saturday. I felt like such an idiot. To make me feel worse, I realized Jacob probably knew that, too. He tried to warn me. Now he's probably waiting at home to see me come back in shame. I wouldn't give him that. Instead, I called Devon to come pick me up. In less than 10 minutes, he was there, and I hopped into the car with him.

"How can I serve you, my princess?" Devon joked.

"Drive me to Sameira's house." I instructed.

" 'Aight."

I stared out the window for most of the ride.

"Did you hear about the party tonight?" Devon asked.

"What party?"

"Andre's annual soiree. He's throwing it tonight and he says it's gonna be the best one yet."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You gonna go?"

I thought about it. A party would be nice to forget about everything for a little while.

"Maybe."

" 'Cause you know that if you don't go, nobody will." he reminded.

"Yeah."

The car stopped in front of Samiera's family's villa.

"Thanks Dev."

"No problem, babe. Just hit me up whenever you need, 'aight?"

Smiling at him, I shut the car door and turned to walk towards the door. Ringing their huge doorbell, I listened to Devon's car zooming away, slowing fading into another place.

The door swung open and revealed Sameira's Filipino maid, Myrna. Myrna didn't seem to like me for some reason, so she didn't bother with small talk. "Sameira's upstairs." she grumbled in her Filipino accent. I gave her a sarcastic smile as I ambled over to Sameira's bedroom. I opened the door to find her sitting on her bed in her pajamas. "Oh, hey Ri." Sameira greeted me warmly.

"Hey."

"Why you over so early? Anything up?" she interrogated.

"Uh, no. I just.. wanted to hang with you today. Got anything planned?"

"Uhh.. no." she replied.

"Perfect."

So Sameira and I spent the next few hours of the day chilling at her place. After a while, I started to notice she was acting a bit.. odd. Every few minutes, she'd get a text message, and her face would light up. At first I thought nothing of it, but then I started to get curious. While we were drinking our guava smoothies, she started to get really into whatever conversation she was having with this mystery person. The curiosity got the best of me, so I simply snatched the phone from her and read the words on the screen.

"Andre? You like Andre?" I exclaimed.

"Whoa, where'd you get that?" she countered.

"Oh, please, I see the way you light up every time you get a text from him."

She looked as if she was ready to admit it when he phone 'ding'ed in my hand. She stumbled for her phone, but I quickly spun around, making sure the phone was out of her reach.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come to my soiree tonight." I read aloud. "I'd love for you to come."

I looked at Sameira who looked like she was ready to jump out of her pants. "Of course. I'll see you there. xx" I read as I swiftly typed a reply to Andre's text and tossed Sam her phone back.

Sameira seemed too busy thinking to react. And I could get just a little clue of what she was thinking of...

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A/N- Yess. This is my new story of focus. The Mindless Secrets series is now on hold. I've been waiting for this for a while, no joke. Anywayss.. I'm trying to make this as good of a story as I can because I've just fallen in love with the plot.