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Jane John is the daughter of a multimillionaire owner of a makeup brand. Since her mother divorced her father when she was a little girl, her father because very protective of her and does only the best for her. As she approaches her sixteenth birthday under his empire, her father wants to see her settle down and be happy for once in her life, but he have strict rules of which guy she should date. While Jane walks out of her father's office building, she meets a handsome guy called Peter whose past is as dark as his leather jacket and motorcycle. She is afraid that her father won't let her date someone like him, so she meets him secretly. As time goes by, she starts to fall in love with the bad boy.

Roses & Kisses

I woke up to eat the breakfast mom cooked. It was packaged pancakes from the fridge. She just had to cook it on the pan. I sat down on the chair in the kitchen, and looked at mom with lazy eyes. She was humming a music that I liked from Coldplay, Viva la vida. I still thought about what happened yesterday, and felt bad about it. I still remembered Peter's eyes when he saw me wet from the sprinklers and how I ghosted my dad.


"Breakfast is served," She said, and put one pancake on my plate. I poured some honey on top, and some vanilla ice cream. Dad wouldn't liked what I ate for breakfast, but I take what I get. I nibbled some of the food, and looked at mom who then sat across the table. She looked at me with a smile and glimmering eyes full of hope. 


"I always did, mom," I replied in a cold tone. I didn't realize that I didn't pay attention to what she said. It must have hurt her feelings, because she batted her eyes and looked down at her plate.


"Well, maybe you should call him," She suggested, and shrugged. 


"Maybe I shouldn't" I said, and played with my pancake with fork. She sighed, and ate her breakfast in silence. Maybe she was right, I did need to call him and try one last time. Maybe he would forget dad ever kicked him out. 


"Fine, I'm calling him," I blurted out.


I rolled my eyes, and picked up my phone and dialed Peter's number.  He picked it up and heard his breathing on the phone. I pursed my lips, and waited for him to talk first, but he didn't. He was probably mad at me. 


"I'm sorry about what my dad yesterday, he must not liked how you sneaked in," I said. "Would you forgive me?"


"Jane, I don't know what your dad told you, but he never talked to me. I saw you running away with your wet clothes. I wondered what happened to you," He explained. "And of course I forgive you, it's not your fault."


"My dad never talked to you?" I asked him with gritted teeth. I can't believe dad lied to me that way just to protect me from Peter. What was he afraid of?


"No, he didn't," He said. "Did he tell you otherwise?"


"Yes, in fact he did, and I'm so pissed right now!" I said. 


"I'm sorry, but maybe you should talk to him before you react to this," He suggested. "I'm sure he had better plans for you."


"Not like this, Peter. I'm sixteen. I'm not a kid anymore," I said. "I'm at my mom's house, can you come over?"


After he hang up, I looked at my mom with tears falling from my eyes. "Dad lied. He never talked to Peter, so it was all a lie to protect me from him. Why does he do this?" I shouted.


"He what? I'm so sorry sweetie, I'm going to talk to him about this, please eat your breakfast first," She said, and placed her hand over mine on the table as I hiccuped. 


Calling Peter