One girl, two girls, three girls, four girls, five girls, six girls, seven girls, eight girls!
He has had an affair with eight different ladies. He and his crew call them girls, maybe because he got them cheap or because they fell for his tricks. He wasn't a monster, no he wasn't. He was a kind, soft hearted man but suddenly became something unimaginable, undescribable but definitely not a monster.
He was a very good friend to her on campus, arguably her best friend. He was her everything, and they were best buddies. The feelings drew day by day and they both had eyes for each other but no one was willing to take the first shot.
He was a student, and a son of a business tycoon but he kept a low profile. No one new, knowing would only put him in danger and also the lives of those he loved would be endangered too. So he kept a low profile not until his second year.
His friend, his best friend, his best half took her shot on a red moon. It was late at night when her message popped at the notification bar. She texted hi are you there?
He was busy reading some school text, he replied swiftly... I'm here why aren't you sleeping? He asked.
Then she began the story. She took him on a journey, through her words she showed him her world. It was full of dark and light, suffering, hatred and pains. He became perplexed after hearing her compete story. She has always told him she didn't have a father, sometimes she would say she didn't know her biological father but she finally told the truth. Her parents had divorced when she was a kid. The trauma and all the suffering clearly reflects in her world, her actions and her activities but she was a strong lady.
Immediately he knew she needed help but how was he going to come in. What can he do. He knows nothing about giving relationships, and he wouldn't want to add more coal to the burning fire . So he kept his cool. Before he could start typing out his reply, she had sent another message.
Are you still there? She texted.
He replied...yeah. Network. I'm here typing.
She clearly didn't know what she was doing, she just felt this strange feeling and wanted to let go of everything but she couldn't forget her past. And now it's making her loose control of her self. She wanted him badly, she wanted to be by his side. All her thoughts were about him....
In his reply he apologized for all the pains and hardship she has gone through and promised to talk to her physically the next day, but she couldn't wait, the feeling was making her loose her mind. She said there was something else, something very important to say to him. Then she texted him...hmmn I love you
When he saw it, he was mute, he wasn't surprised, he knew himself that they were meant for each other but is the time right. He asked himself?
Is this lovw or lust...