Chapter 11 

“So, any plans for what you’re going to do after today?” I nodded my head. He looked at me and then drove to a large, tall European style hotel with a hint of Italy. I raised my head to look up at the hotel’s name. 

“No, you didn’t!” He looked at me and smiled. He picked me up in bridal style. 

“Your prom night starts now, Bunny.” I giggled. It was as though he knew I so much wanted to dance. We walked to the top of the hotel, it was well–decorated with people playing music, and he immediately took me to the center, where I had my unexpected prom date and danced with my best friend, Dante Monroe. We danced and watched the stars. It was as though the stars were near us. Dante then put a necklace on my neck. 

“Bunny, no matter what, never take this necklace off. I bought it long ago with my first pay as the CEO of my family company. I used my whole salary to get you this. I was patiently waiting for your prom night to give you this as a gift to your now new journey to varsity and to a whole new you, my rabbit. ” I giggled and hugged him. I pulled back and stared deeply into his eyes. I was dangerously close to expressing my feelings for him, but then my throat ran dry. It felt like a flutter of butterflies exploded in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t have the courage at all. I was in a lot of thunderstorms of emotions. I was a coward. But then he looked deep into my eyes too and asked, “Bunny, are you okay?” I instantly came back to reality: I was a 16–year–old girl, and he was a 23–year–old man. We are different. He has been running his company for years before he even finished university. His mindset is also different. 

Why am I even thinking about his position again? 

~Lola~ 

“He claims that he ditched me because I am dating Dante. It’s not as if he didn’t know I was with Dante, to be honest.” 

She took a sip of her wine. I didn’t dare look her in the eyes. This is the subject we discuss each week. She is perpetually dumped. I simply do not grasp what she wants. She has a guy who would give his right arm to possess her. In addition, he is my childhood crush as well as my best friend. Yes, they are both my friends, and they both cheat on one another, while I am simply me. There is always someone nearby who is willing to listen to their grievances, and that person has always been me. Yes, I am one call away if something happens. I sipped my wine and sat back without responding to her. 

“Lola, you bitch, did you hear what I said?” I let out a sigh. 

“You’ve been dumped. This week, how many times have you been dumped?” Both of us laughed. 

“Sneak a peek at me, will you? Why would a man dare to oppose me? Do you believe I should approach him and beg him? I simply cannot imagine myself fucking one dick right now.” 

“However, you are marrying tomorrow.” 

“Wed to whom? I’m sorry. I have no intention of marrying. I need to see that Asian boy.” 

Believe me, Candice never takes anything seriously, and I know she means it. She sipped her final drink and walked 

7.5% 

Chapray 11 

away 

Now I’m all by myself in this plane. I knew Dante would call, and as usual, I would have to lie. When it comes to the two of them, I’m not interested in interfering. When I tell a falsehood, 1 make it appear to be true. I retrieved my car keys and drove home. I need to get a good night’s sleep in order to attend their wedding tomorrow. As I was going to shower, I heard the door open. I was certain it was Dante. He’s the only one who has access to my place, and he has the key. He calls it shabby, but he always returns here to sleep. 

I didn’t even bother to look at him; I knew he’d be a mess. He wanted to shower before bed, so I ran to the bathroom. 

Tuck Lola! I heard him shout. 

I simply laughed. I showered and proceeded to the kitchen to prepare noodles. As it happens, Dante is a zillionaire who is extremely wealthy and has a very cold heart, yet he has never been cold toward me. We’ve been pals since I was ten or nine years old. He was, however, a little older. However, he treated me as if I were his younger sister. When I turned 16, I had feelings for him that I couldn’t control but never crossed the line since he continued to see me as his little sister rather than a woman. I no longer have those sentiments for him because I am well aware that he will never see me as a woman but rather as a younger sister. I continued to prepare noodles. He emerged wearing nothing but a towel. This is what led me to believe I felt something for him. He was constantly flexing his muscles in front of me. I’ve become accustomed to it, though I still morph into a tomato when he gets too close. 

“Aargh, get dressed!” I screamed. He chuckled. I was certain he would not. We finished our meal and retired to bed. There is, however, another point. Dante and I have always shared a bed. Since I can recall, whenever he visited or I visited him, we always shared a bed but never crossed the line. That is the extent of our proximity. We fell asleep with my head resting on his torso and his hands wrapped around my waist. Yes, I know we sleep like a couple, but 

we are not. 

I woke him up the next day. It’s his wedding day today. Two of my closest friends are getting married tomorrow. Dante is my closest confidant. Candice and I met when I was 23 years old. She arrived at Dante’s firm for an interview, and Dante asked me to conduct the interview. When she learned that I was Dante’s friend, she expressed her desire for him, and we have remained friends ever since. We are both assigned to the same department, though I’m her senior at work. Things progressed, and she and Dante began dating. It was my responsibility to wake Dante so that we could travel to his house so that he could change into his wedding suit.