Chapter 317 Abandonment
Brad's twenty-ninth birthday bash was all set up by the crew.
Lucky for me, I didn't have to stress about planning Brad's birthday; otherwise, it would've been a total waste of time, right? With their hype, we could just kick back and enjoy.
Brad was a hit with his students 'cause he was not only smart and talented but also had a killer personality.
By one o'clock, we were stuffed; Brad went to settle the bill. Those students were all hiding, giggling like they just pulled off the prank of the century.
After Brad paid, he saw me looking all puzzled and handed me the bill.
I opened it and nearly fainted—$3,700. What did we even eat?
In the afternoon, they were bored out of their minds; they had too much fun in the morning. To keep them from getting restless, I made them draw quietly for three hours before picking up where we left off in the morning's story.
I mentioned that I had been so absorbed that I didn't noticed my dad had come in, and when he hugged me, I screamed in fright. The lively Emily said, "Jane, when I'm home alone, I can hear even an ant crawling by, let alone my dad coming back. My grandpa says I shouldn't be a painter; I should be a detective."
Emily said it seriously, making everyone burst into laughter.
Watching them laugh, I remembered my own experience when I first entered the Northern Institute of the Arts. Back then, I was so down that everything seemed gloomy, and I never laughed like this.
Thinking back, I wasted precious time on people who didn't matter and never enjoyed the fun of being young. What a bummer! If I could turn back time, I'd ditch all the pointless people and things, live well for my parents and myself, do everything I wanted to do, and laugh happily. But time doesn't rewind, and the past is gone for good. I could only look forward and make the most of every day ahead.
On October 11th, a project Brad had been working on forever was finally done perfectly. The project team had a dinner party to celebrate. As Brad's girlfriend, I was basically dragged along.
No classes in the afternoon, so I painted at Crystal House until four. Then Brad picked me up to go home and get ready for the party.
Regalia was in the south; mid-October was the best time of the year, which I totally loved.
At school, I mostly rocked sportswear and casual outfits, but for a dinner party, especially one where Brad was the star, I had to dress up.
I found a new dress I hadn't worn yet, put on some fancy makeup, and Brad personally put earrings on me and helped me into high heels.
When I stood in front of the full-length mirror, I thought, 'damn, I look good.'
People always told me I was pretty, and yeah, I knew it. But today, all dolled up and standing in front of the mirror, even I was blown away by my own reflection.
I walked out of the bedroom, and Brad, who was chilling on the sofa, looked like he'd seen a ghost.
Brad got up, walked over to me, and gently touched my cheek, sliding his hand down to my neck, his thumb rubbing my collarbone. His Adam's apple bobbed, and I heard him swallow. He licked his dry lips.
"Baby, you are so beautiful," Brad said, his voice all husky and smooth, like a cello playing at sunset, soft and sweet.
I watched him get closer, saw that face I adored coming near, and noticed the desire in his eyes. I knew exactly what he wanted. My face got all hot, and my heart started racing.
"I'm like this every day, just with a bit more lipstick. I bought it last time we went shopping. Do you like the color?" I pouted my red lips at Brad.
I didn't realize what that would do to the already steamy vibe; I just wanted his opinion on the lipstick.
Brad's eyes flared with even more desire.
"It's beautiful. Baby, you look good no matter what. Sweetheart, let's skip the banquet, okay?" Brad's voice dropped even lower, his hands hovering before finally pulling me into his arms. He kissed the top of my head, his breath hot, and gently rubbed the back of my neck.
"Skip it? We can't do that. You're the star of the show; everyone's waiting for us." I tried to look up at him, my view filled with his chiseled jawline and that moving Adam's apple.
Brad's Adam's apple had this perfect curve, and I'd wanted to touch it so many times, but he always dodged.
Today, I couldn't help myself. I lifted my hand and gently touched the highest point of his Adam's apple with my fingertips.
Brad's desire spiked, his eyes darkening with a warning.
"Have I ever told you that you shouldn't touch a man's Adam's apple casually?" Brad said.
I shouldn't have touched it? I didn't remember him saying that.
I was about to ask why when he covered my lips with his. Brad's scent overwhelmed me, and I melted into his arms, lost in a deep kiss.
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