Chapter 11 (POV: Owen Carter)

Chapter 11 (POV: Owen Carter)

I first saw Clara Bennett in my sister Lila’s WeChat moments. There was a mix of cunning and innocence in her eyes—sexy, yet pure.

The second time was on the street. I recognized her instantly. My heart raced, so I went up to ask for her contact. Plenty of time, I thought.

Fate smiled on me—she became my “roommate.” Proximity is power, I thought. I’d only ever had eyes for her, so I turned down every suitor. Once, after rejecting a girl, she asked why. “I have someone I love,” I said—and my face softened just thinking about Clara.

That night, she was drunk. She thought I was a call boy. I was furious—until she kissed me. Clumsy, inexperienced… like a little beast, nipping at me.

I didn’t want things to start this way—but I couldn’t resist her. She was too tempting.

But it didn’t go as planned. She tried to run away.

She avoided me, so I faked a work trip and told Lila—hoping she’d tell Clara. I begged my old buddies to help me act: “You need to act to win a girl?” They teased me. I didn’t care.

We got together—and then I lost her. The day she left, I searched every place she’d ever been. I couldn’t find her.

For three years, I thought about her every second. When I saw her again, I thought I’d hate her. But looking at her… I lost. All I felt was longing. I just wanted to know if she was okay.

A misunderstanding made me lose her for three years. I’ll never stop regretting it. But she’s back—with a mini me, our love.

Having her is my only wish.

But I’ll never tell her that. It’s my little secret.