After Peyton and I made our relationship official, he even answered the questions our fans asked. It was almost as if he was chatting with them.
“When you first tweeted about ‘You’re My Joy,‘ was it meant for Riley?” a fan asked.
“Yeah. I would’ve pulled out of the show if she hadn’t gone,” Peyton answered.
“Did you prepare breakfast for her?”
“Yeah. She likes having eggs for breakfast.”
“You insisted on going to the amusement park because you knew Riley was anemic, right? You were worried about her, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was.”
He answered each question seriously, and his agency was powerless to stop him. After all, he could earn enough to cover whatever losses the agency had made, but he wouldn’t have a girlfriend if I were to leave him.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when I heard Monica reiterate the things Peyton had said. At the same time, his actions ‘made it clear to me that he cared for me. This realization warmed my heart—I was utterly moved and pleased.
How lucky was I that the person I liked also liked me?
Meanwhile, Rita deleted her ambiguous tweets after Peyton and I made things official. She probably realized that she’d stepped on a landmine with her actions. Peyton’s fans also went after her for slapping me at the hospital.
I knew they were only acting like this because they cared about Peyton. So, I tweeted about it and explained that Rita had only acted like that out of concern for a friend and that there wasn’t anything wrong with friends interacting with each other.
This immediately turned her earlier actions into friendly banter. That night, she texted me and apologized. “I’m sorry for act rashly. I was mostly acting on my agency’s orders, but I did genuinely like Peyton. Now, I only wish you both all the happiness in
the world.”
I wasn’t bothered by her words. “Thanks for your kind words. Having feelings for someone isn’t something to be ashamed of, and you’re very brave. Besides, you didn’t pick on me. I hope you’ll soon find your Mr. Right.”
Surprisingly, the first thing Peyton did when accidentally reading my message was to ask, “Didn’t you get jealous when other women tried to get close to me?”
I looked at him and said teasingly, “Hmm… not really.”
He pulled me into his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean? Do you know how close I was to pulling Shane away from you and warning him to stay away when you two had the slightest physical contact?”
I couldn’t help laughing at his complaint. “Alright, alright. I almost went out of my mind with jealousy. It’s best if we can be like this forever. I want you to be mine and only mine.”
Peyton kissed me hard as soon as the words were out of my mouth. He was like a fierce beast that was gently yet resolutely trapping its fragile prey. He wanted to leave his mark and scent on his prey, and I could only cling to him while trembling helplessly.
I didn’t know what suddenly came over him, but the remnants of my rationality only allowed me to say one sentence. “Let’s go. to the bedroom!”
He paused, then said, “Of course. Anything for my Ri.”
“Ri” was the nickname he’d secretly given me in high school. It was only meant for me, and it represented our youth. Fortunately, our lives were finally intertwined.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
