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

"How many times have I told you that I didn't pick this theatre so that I could see her?" Alexander repeatedly told Garred, who had unsympathetically pointed about ten times that he was lovesick. "Hmm, I'm not sure about what you're saying."


Before he could refute my statement, Alexander shoved a burrito in his mouth while he was driving.


He mumbled things Alexander didn't understand and the food he was chewing kept flying out of his mouth. Alexander punched him playfully on the side of his stomach.


"Just shut up and drive faster." Alexander sighed heavily. "Maybe Blake and London and the others are already there waiting for us and the instrument."


"Girl was hot so Lexy couldn't forget about The One That Got Away."


Alexander glanced over at the passenger seat, surprised that Marco still remembered about that redhead who ditched him last summer.


Marco had a hard time remembering the girls he had fucked, how much more if they were talking about the girl he didn't get involved with?


Marco proceeded to sing that Katy Perry song and Garred sang along with it. Alexander covered his ears and sang a song that said, 'I Don't Care, I Love It!' from the top of his lungs.


Of course, Alexander had mentioned then at the meeting with the band members last week that it was Blake who wanted to see that redhead by the name of Cat.


Blake said he wanted to discuss something important, like as in, life-and-death situation. Alexander pressed him for more information but that motherfucker didn't reveal anything.


Too bad, they couldn't contact her since Alexander didn't get her number. No guy in their right mind would ask a girl's number after she humiliated and slapped him in front of a crowd.


Anyway, the art students, especially the girls, we knew at Xavier School of Arts didn't have her number since according to them, she was a snobbish recluse/introvert who didn't have any friends.


Alexander also wanted to know what Red was doing after that fateful encounter. Did she still remember him? Or thought about him and his hot body and the way he kissed her? Did she regret what she had done leaving him?


Alexander agreed that he was curious about her until now but he didn't say that out loud. That weird girl is not right in the head and she was the first one to reject her. Maybe, she will notice him again if she realized how famous he was at the moment.


"So do we start Red's Hunt before or after the Benefit Concert?"


"It's better if we find her after the concert," Alexander said, unconsciously smiling to himself. Perhaps if she saw him perform on stage, she will change her mind and will think twice before insulting him.


Marco glanced over the mirror and studied him carefully. "Planning something fun?"


Somehow, Marco was the one guy who always seemed to know when he was hiding something. The two of them had joined the band almost four years ago, with big dreams of making it in the music industry.


"What makes you think I'm planning something?" Alexander asked innocently.


"The last time you made that face was two months ago when we performed at California and threw fresh eggs at London's head after he blew his birthday candles on the cake given by the fans."


Alexander laughed. That was fun. "Good times. I'm not going to raise hell at our sister school, you know."


Marco turned his eyes back to the road as he drove the car faster and Alexander approved. He learned a long time ago that it was the only way to avoid being followed by the paparazzi.


Marco skilfully sped his black Aston Martin Vanquish to the off-ramp that would lead to the Xavier School of Arts parking lot.


Mild Savagery