Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I followed Laird’s steps as he descended to the ground floor of Gene’s office building. Once we were far enough from Alan’s hearing range, I coyly linked my arm with Laird’s.

“You seemed quite tense with Alan. Are you still jealous of him?” I asked.

“No. It seems he clearly prefers super-sexy men,” he scoffed.

“Do you think John is sexier than me?” I asked curiously.

Laird turned his head toward me with a chuckle. Then he gently pinched my nose, causing me to widen my eyes. Luckily, my nose was natural; if he did that to Kiara, she would have screamed as her plastic bones shifted.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“In my opinion, you are far sexier than any man or woman in this world,” he said, embracing my shoulders.

“You smooth talker,” I said, rubbing my nose briefly.

“Only a man in love,” he whispered in my ear.

Listening to Laird’s words, I immediately felt my face heat up with embarrassment. My heart raced, and a wide smile spread across my face. Gosh, I was truly smitten with him.

We arrived next to Laird’s car. I tiptoed to kiss his lips, but he suddenly pulled back.

“Don’t,” he refused, releasing his arms from around my shoulders.

“Why?” I asked, confused by his sudden change in attitude.

“I told you, I won’t be able to stop myself if we go too far with kissing,” he said, his face flushing with embarrassment.

“Oh, just a moment. Just a little bit, I promise,” I said.

He stared at me intently. “Fine, just a peck,” he said.

So that’s what I did. I leaned in and gave him a brief kiss on the lips. But perhaps Laird was right, because when our lips met and intertwined, I couldn’t let go. Laird’s lips were like an addictive drug that left me craving more.

I sighed into his embrace to catch my breath. Realizing how much I enjoyed it, he quickly backed away.

“I told you. This is dangerous,” he said.

“Yes, sorry. You’re right,” I coughed.

“By the way, can you really put someone’s name on the FBI’s wanted list?” I asked to distract myself from the nearly overwhelming pleasure I had just experienced.

“Not really. My father can request it. Something about communicating with high officials and the FBI,” he shrugged.

“Your father has power, money, and fame. If you followed in his footsteps, you’d surely be more successful than him, Laird,” I said, straightening his suit and tie.

“I don’t know, maybe. What do you think?” he asked.

“Well, you could easily get all those accesses. Compared to me, who has to hustle to find clients willing to hire me,” I shrugged.

“You make it sound like you’re selling yourself,” he said, cupping my cheek with a lopsided smile.

“You could say that. Jessy sells me like a pimp.” I chuckled lightly.

“You should tell him that you’re already sold out to me,” he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t worry, Laird. I’m yours,” I reassured him.

He smiled softly at me with those dark green eyes I adored. Suddenly, Laird’s phone buzzed. He quickly pulled it out of his jacket pocket and read the notification.

“You also have me, and you can come to my apartment whenever you want,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

“The management has issued an additional access card for my apartment. Come to my place tonight to pick it up,” he said.

“Oh.” I could only stare blankly upon hearing that.

Honestly, I don’t know what to say right now. Yes, we’ve been friends since childhood for most of our lives. We lost touch for seven years and immediately reunited as if we had never been apart.

Our relationship seemed like it had never ended. I understood and knew Laird like I knew the veins in my own wrist. It was only natural that we were instantly intimate and easy to adapt to.

But an access card to his apartment?

I looked deeply into Laird’s eyes. The blood rushed through my veins. I was sure Laird could guess what was on my mind just from my silent response and facial expression.

“I’m not asking you to move in with me. I just want to give you more freedom and assure you that I’m not hiding anything from you,” Laird said.

My mind immediately went back to the night I caught Tom, my ex-boyfriend, cheating in his office. Tom had also given me an elevator access card to his office, which I promptly threw away once I found out it was useless.

Now, fear has crept into my heart. There was anxiety and fear of a repeat of that night. What if I caught Laird cheating with another woman in his apartment because I used that access card?

“I don’t know, Laird.” I hesitated, unsure.

“Too soon?” Laird asked with a darkened gaze.

“Not really; I’m just a bit traumatized from using personal access cards,” I said, biting my lower lip.

I briefly averted my gaze from Laird’s piercing eyes. I had already told him about what happened between me and Tom that night. He should understand the trauma I experienced.

“Are you afraid of catching me having sex with another woman in my apartment because of holding this access card?” he asked with an intense stare.

“I guess I haven’t quite dealt with my trauma,” I said, still looking down.

“You’re comparing me to that bastard ex of yours?” he accused accurately.

“Forgive me, Laird,” I whispered softly.

Slowly, I looked up and met Laird’s gaze again. His face looked rigid, with a hardened jawline. He seemed furious, and I didn’t know how to fix it. Fear, anxiety, and panic mingled in my emotions.

“Forgive me. I think I just need a little time,” I said, trembling as I gently touched his chest with shaking hands.

“You know, you’re fucking spitting on my face,” he growled.

I didn’t have a chance to say anything due to shock. He walked away from me and got into his car. The engine roared before he drove away, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk, petrified.

What the hell have I done?!