Chapter 9: Leandro's Thoughts

Leandro’s P.O.V.

And that was how my friendship with Claire or Diane had officially started. The kind of friendship I forced myself to be in for a year until I could no longer take it and confessed to her my true feelings. She did not know how I was suppressing myself to kiss her every time our lips were only an inch apart. Every time we were together, I could not remember if there was a time in my life that I could be happier.

I honestly wanted to hungrily kiss and ravage her luscious lips every time she was in front of me. I wanted to bring her to my bed, devour her body, and make her scream my name over and over again, as she came for her release. I did not have a long thread of patience, yet I wanted her to be my girlfriend first before I claimed the right to completely own her.

But she already rejected me from the start when I admitted my real feelings towards her—that I wanted us to be more than friends. She made herself clear that she did not want us to go beyond and she liked me just as a friend. I was the only one who kept on going to the club and still following her around—something she does not know about.

I also found out that she was now a graduating student in college, and I was so proud of her. Diane’s future boyfriend would be so lucky, and I would make sure to be that man. Perhaps, I would lie low for now and would just wait until her graduation. After that, I would insist again my feelings that I knew she might reject again, but I would keep on trying harder.

As I had said, giving up was not an option for me. Now that I already had something more to be proud of? I would never stop pursuing her. I had waited a long time, so I would never waste this opportunity.

You will only fall for me, Diane! Sooner or later, you will become mine… only mine! I stared intently at my red wine.

“Well, I think my brother is too preoccupied right now, that he didn’t even realize that I was standing here moments ago! Let me guess, is it because of a woman? Am I correct?” Someone’s voice suddenly dragged me out of my reverie.

Looking at the owner of the voice, I was surprised to see my brother, L.A., short for Liam Arthur. He was wearing black pants and a long-sleeve white polo where the first three buttons were open on his chest.

But what is he doing here?

As far as I knew, he was still in Boston because his D’ Jewelry Business was so popular there that he could not leave it alone. It boomed just a day when he opened it. The weird thing was the fact that he even named that business after his ex-girlfriend!

Wait, when did he arrive here?

“Bro, when did you arrive?” I voiced out my thoughts. “You didn’t even tell me, I should have fetched you in the airport.” I stood up. We excitedly fist-bumped, then manly hugged each other.

L.A. was only ahead for one year, but we looked very much alike. We were always mistaken as twins at social gatherings we used to attend together. He might be more muscular than me, but I knew for a fact that I was more fine-looking than him.

“Just a while ago but let’s talk later, bro. I will rest first. Feel free to get some treats and souvenirs in my luggage. It was all in my car, and it even includes hand dumbbell weights for your muscles to grow. You’re still skinny! How could you get yourself a girl?” He chuckled at me as I took my seat.

“You are quite conceited, bro! You can swallow all your muscles, but it won’t ever change the fact that I was more handsome than you.” I threw him a pillow in the living room that he immediately caught before placing it back on the sofa.

He was still laughing as he began to go upstairs to take a rest.

We did not have any more siblings aside from the two of us, and I could say that we always got along in almost everything… even with women. We were both handsome that women could not help but chase us.

But what was mine would always be mine. What was L.A.’s would always be his. It was only a matter of who came first in the process.