Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

Laird stared at me in silence. His face was calm, illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace. The sound of Christmas carols floated softly from the Evans family home, contrasting with the quiet atmosphere of my house.

“Yes, I do. I have always been and will always love you.”

“Aren’t you lying?” I asked softly.

“Why would I lie about that?” He whispered gently.

“Aren’t you angry about the ad?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not mad at you, Fenella? From the beginning, we agreed to let the ad go and move on, right? Besides, the ad has already been taken down.” He shrugged as if the ad meant nothing to him anymore.

“What about the people’s criticism of me? Don’t you see my social media?”

He shook his head. “I don’t give a damn about that. I’ve always told you, even if you weren’t a famous model, I would still love you.”

Yes, it was true. Laird had told me that countless times. He had explained it. Even though insecurity haunted me again, slowly creeping in with a pile of fears, I wanted to be loved by him, and he had already given me his heart.

“So, do you love me?”

Once again, I asked as if never satisfied with his answer.

He sighed and laughed softly. My face heated up, and my lips pursed to hide my embarrassment in front of him. Gosh, his sweet compliments easily left me stunned. Time and time again, I found myself jumping into his arms like a moth to a flame.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

That was what happened now. Laird held me tightly, even lifting me onto his lap. The next moment, Laird’s lips were on mine, kissing me fiercely. His tongue traced the line of my lips and around the edges of my tongue.

He sucked on my tongue, gently bit my lower lip, and sealed it with a strong pull on my bottom lip. I tried to take a breath, but he wouldn’t allow it. His hands only tightened their hold on my body.

“L-Laird.” I called his name amid my moans. “I-”

It seemed he finally realized I was running out of breath. He stopped, pulled back, and his eyes moved slowly to examine the contours of my face. His thumb brushed my cheek softly.

“Sorry. I’m more into action than talking. Besides, I’m tired of convincing you with words. You wouldn’t believe it anyway.” His soft whisper felt soothing and reassuring.

“You shouldn’t give up so easily with words. I want to hear it more often,” I said between my hurried breaths.

“Then you have to be ready to hold back the sore on your pussy because I’m sure all those words will turn us on.” He kissed the corner of my lips while whispering.

“God, get a room, you two!” My mother coughed and shouted to shoo us away.

“Mom?!”

I hurriedly jumped off Laird’s lap. Unfortunately, my leg bumped into the table with a loud thud. Ugh, damn it! I winced in pain and rubbed my leg with both hands.

“Ouch, that must hurt.” Laird held back a laugh and helped me sit back down on the sofa. He then began to rub my leg with his large, cold hand.

“This is still my house, Fenella. I want to get out of the room, and you two have been dilly-dallying on the sofa for the past minutes.”

My mother complained as she walked quickly in her neat clothes and makeup. She crossed the room to the kitchen and grabbed a large thermos identical to the one that had broken at the bazaar yesterday.

“Where are you going?” I asked, furrowing my brow as I watched my mother grab her coat.

“Where else? To the Evans family Christmas party. Aren’t you going?” My mother then stared at Laird with wide eyes, as if he were an alien in our home.

“I have an important job, Mom. Please don’t say anything to my dad.”

My mother rolled her eyes upward and groaned in annoyance. “If only I could use that excuse, but all the neighbors expect me to bring this eggnog. Your father even ordered it days in advance. I told him I couldn’t bring too much to satisfy all of their guests’ appetites, but he wouldn’t accept a refusal.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. He really is selfish.” Laird smiled wryly.

“And you need to manage your anger and deal with your ugly jealousy. Honestly, I don’t understand you men.” My mother put on her coat neatly.

“Mom, that-did you overhear us?” I blinked in surprise at how blunt and nosy my mother could sometimes be.

“And you, young lady, you need to deal with your insecurities.” My mother pointed at me while shaking her head.

“Don’t forget to lock the door. I’ll be playing poker with the ladies. We’re betting on discount coupons for cakes at the store.” My mother draped a scarf around her neck and then left the house, slamming the door behind her.

“Oof, she doesn’t seem happy with me.” Laird grimaced as his gaze shifted from the door back to my eyes.

“That’s bullshit. She likes you more than she likes me, her own daughter.” I pouted, and he laughed.

“That’s even more bullshit. She cares for you so much that it makes me jealous.” He playfully pinched my nose.

“Gosh.” I lightly hit his chest, and he exaggeratedly winced.

“But, yeah, maybe you’re right,” I said softly.

I suddenly realized that Laird might finally be getting the mother figure he had always longed for in my mom. Since childhood, Laird’s mother has always been cold and demanding of him. After he hit his teenage years, he lost his mother, and now his father was fooling around with women even younger than Laird!

“It’s true. You don’t even know what she’s done all this time to support you,” he held back a smile on his lips.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, never mind that,” he kissed my lips quickly.

“No, I want to know. What has my mother done to support me all this time?” I cupped Laird’s face in my hands, and he just widened his amused smile.

“No, I made a blood pact with her. Sorry, Fenella.” He shook his head quickly.

“What? Please tell me.”

“Na’ah.”

“Oh, come on. Please,” I kissed his lips quickly. Just before the kiss deepened, I pulled my body away just for a second. “Please,” I kissed his lips again.

“I swear you’ll be the death of me, Fenella,” he said between my small kisses on his lips and cheeks.

“Then give me some hush money for this top secret,” he smiled crookedly, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You just want to have sex.” I lightly hit his shoulder.

“Not just sex, but make-up sex.”

He then kissed me deeply and passionately. His tongue slipped in, coaxing me to open my mouth. That was exactly what I did for him. I let our tongues intertwine. I could even taste the remnants of the sweet eggnog in his mouth, sending me into a blissful daze.

“We need to lock the door first,” he said, pulling away from our kiss.

“You’re right. I’ll wait for you in my room.”

In an instant, we scattered to finish our tasks. Laird hurried to lock the door while I dashed up to my room on the second floor. Once I arrived in my room, I turned off the light and quickly stripped off all my clothes until I was completely naked. I lay facing the door, supporting my head with my elbows, and waited for Laird to enter the room.