Parisian_Moon

Cathryn Woods was a Fine Arts student, who joined a Tattoo Design Contest, in which her best friend, her model, failed to show himself on that fateful day at the event. Desperate for the winner's cash prize so that she could pay for her school fees at an Art University, she convinced (well 'convince' is rather an understatement), a random guy at the beach she found to be her model instead. Her model turned out to be Alexander, a playboy who was the lead vocalist of a rising teenage boy band, and is it a coincidence that they go to the same university?

Their flirty conversations and humorous banter also made their mutual like for each other bloom. Things will take into a serious turn when the redhead realized she fell hopelessly in love for the first time and with a player nonetheless, whom she met last summer. 

Will she be brave enough to risk herself in the name of love? Even auditioning as a supporting vocalist for the band just so she could always be near Alexander? What will Cathryn do if she knew that one of the band members had also caught the love bug for her? 

Messy love triangles are fun, yes, but Cathryn wished she could turn back time and hadn’t taken it to heart because the games can easily get brutal.


YUMMY EXCERPT: updates every other day

"Shut the fuck up, will you?"

Alexander opened the book and picked another paragraph to read. "The urge to have sex is excruciating if you attempt to deny it. You don't want to be sleeping in my bed when it hits." He arched his eyebrows. "Understand what I'm hinting at?"

"Why didn't you tell me you loved this kind of story?" Alexander bit his lip and his hooded eyes regarded her. "I could just tell you stories instead of you reading them for hours."

"Based on your experience, huh?" She blurted it out before she could stop herself. Cathryn blushed furiously.

Embarrassed, she tried to distract him from reading it. "Give that book back."

Alexander continued like the infuriating fucker he is. "Oh yeah. Sweat broke out all over her body, imagining him super horny and determined to have sex with her. The idea didn't horrify her."

Cathryn grasped the book from his hands but Alexander kept on raising it higher. She jumped, almost taking hold of the cover but Alexander had pushed her shoulder away in an attempt to stop her from getting the book back. She pushed him harder, kicking him with her shoes and they both fell on the couch, jerked out of balance.

Alexander had instinctively wrapped his hands around her tiny waist to keep her from falling on the floor while Cathryn's hands were on his shoulders, moving to his chest. They stared wide-eyed at each other before Alexander's gaze transfixed on her mouth and one of his hands moved to caress her back with his fingers.

"By the way, your best friend told me that you wanted to tell me something." He held her a moment, his hands on her body and his face a glowing heat onto hers.

Bold

He let that sink in for a little while.


Confettis flew over their heads as Red was called by the emcee to come up to the stage. A large check was handed to him with a $3,000-figure written on it. Alexander shrugged apologetically at Red for landing second place, instead of the first one she so badly wanted.


He felt guilty for her but if the prize is not for them, then no use in complaining about it. Alexander didn't want to be a sore loser and Red shouldn't also be the same. He regarded Red carefully as she waved at the audience, waving happily and blowing kisses like some starlet.


"You're embarrassing me, Red." Alexander's lips touched the shell of her ear and she stepped back, creating distance.


She narrowed her eyes at him and continued what she was doing, completely ignoring him.


"I'm sorry about losing first place. " Alexander continued,"---or maybe I'm not hot enough like you said. Well, I'm glad you think highly of me. I think the problem lies in your work, Red." He teased her as he smothered a grin, managing to look as contrite as possible."Oops. Sorry, again. I didn't mean to insult your work."


Alexander can't help but let that final jab hang in the air. Did he push her too far?


'Playing as an insensitive asshole as she thought he was' was a bit funny sometimes. What was wrong with living up to her expectations?


She wasn't the only person in this world who can throw insults and sarcasm all rolled into one like she was some ninja with her daggers. Alexander smirked.


He thought she would throw a tantrum right then and there but what she did surprise the hell out of him, instead, she patted his arm and graced him her most charming smile. Alexander basked in its glory, it was as rare as a phoenix.


"Congratulations! You did well. We deserve second place. " She said as if the rank didn't matter. As if her consistent sergeant drills for him to aim higher was nothing. "It's okay. " She whispered at him conspiratorially. "You can't possibly beat that guy who won first place when it comes to sex appeal."


"You told me I was hot!" Alexander said hotly.


"Well, someone is hotter." She motioned at the guy who got first place as if it's the truth. She nodded her head at the long-haired rastaman who was clutching his 5, 000 dollar check beside them like it was his lifeline.


As if she already expected that he would lose from that Bob Marley wanna-be.


Now, Alexander was confused. And bothered. Yeah, why didn't he get first place? Alexander compared their bodies in his thoughts and he realized he was better than him. He was well-endowed. Alexander was big everywhere.


Hot and sudden bubbles of anger from nowhere boiled inside him as he and Red left the stage, moved down a flight of stairs, and navigated through the crowd of well-wishers and some new fans.


The awarding ceremony for the winners has finished. Finally.


From the corner of my eye, Alexander saw Andre stood up from the judges' table and waved at him to come over. He let out a long string of curses in his head.


Well, Alexander should ask him why he didn't get first place.


Second Place