You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

It wasn’t that Clarissa didn’t like being clingy; Matthew was simply too cheesy for her liking.

She felt more comfortable with the dynamics of their relationship prior to sex, and his corny actions right now made her feel rather awkward.

After they finished eating, Matthew put his arms around her again and showered her with all sorts of affectionate gestures.

He couldn’t keep his hands off her and had to maintain some form of skin contact at all times. It was as though he couldn’t live without having physical intimacy and skin contact with her.

Clarissa wondered if it was natural for men to act this way after sex.

Is a woman’s physical body all that matters to them?

Feeling uncomfortable at this thought, she pushed Matthew away when he leaned in to kiss her again. Then she frowned and stared at him deeply as all sorts of emotions flashed across her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Clarissa scoffed. “You are being extremely intimate and clingy today. It feels as though all you care about is my body.”

Matthew was stunned by her remarks, but he soon understood what she was referring to.

“Clare…” he said gently as he continued hugging her. “That’s not true. If all I care about is your body, I would have left you right after we had sex.”

“Don’t you dare!” she threatened him.

He chuckled in response. “I was just explaining myself. But really, if all I care about is your body, I wouldn’t be here right now waiting patiently for you to accept me.”

She thought about it and was convinced by what he just said.

He then added, “The most ideal state of love is when both the body and mind are intertwined. What we have now is perfect, and I absolutely love what we share.” He nibbled on her ear and continued, “I can’t hold myself back anymore, and all I can think about right now is how to treat you well…”

“Okay, I get what you’re saying. You can stop talking now, alright?” Clarissa interrupted him out of embarrassment.

She finally understood where he was coming from.

“Are you sure you understand me?” Matthew whispered in her ear with a cheeky smile on his face.

Clarissa gave him an angry look and pushed him away. “That’s enough!”

Not wanting to reciprocate his playful gestures any longer, she got on her laptop and messaged a few of her colleagues from the studio.

didn’t say a word, he

felt uncomfortable at first, but she quickly learned to disregard

the discussion in her group chat was heating

was the screenwriter. They liked the fact that the series was adapted closely from its original

never liked Shermaine Smallwood. She just

commented: I think she’s fine. She is a

 The news about her fiancé was outrageous. Seems like it was just a publicity stunt. See how it suddenly fizzled out? She

He is a prominent figure in D City, and it is impossible that he would just disregard her wedding announcement like that. If they were really getting married, do you think Shermaine would be permitted to maintain her active career in showbiz? It’s so obvious her announcement was fake. I also heard that the family of Shermaine’s so-called fiancé organized a

 Yo Emma, Number Two, aren’t you going to join

works for the Tyson family and she helped out at the banquet that night. Big spoiler, the king

Another user replied: Seriously?

Number Two immediately posted

users raved about how handsome he was, then

asked,

before saying, “How did

eyes twinkled as he laughed. “Why are you suddenly

out of curiosity,” she

up their sleeves but I wasn’t interested, so I left

You mean

approached her but was pushed

because you didn’t tell me?”

They did try to match-make me but I didn’t participate in their games, and I came back as

what if you didn’t play along?”

you? Just let that go, will you? It didn’t mean anything to me, and nothing

say.” Clarissa brushed

find out. But now that I did, the mere

brows and glared at him fiercely. “They even call you the king.

held her face and gave her a kiss before saying, “Clare, I’m

and she had no idea where he learned how

thought crossed her mind, prompting her to ask him, “Have

hesitation, Matthew

not allowed to read my books. Please don’t read them anymore,” she

of Matthew reading her novels gave her goosebumps, and

brow and asked, “Why

don’t,”