My Fiancée Hates Me

Chapter 50: Sharing a Bed [Garett]

[Garett's Perspective]

At some point, I have become the most hated person on campus. I had boldly announced myself as

Arielle's lover and landed myself in the hot seat with the school's...or country's most beautiful woman.

She is a bit too popular for her own good. The person herself is oblivious to the numerous stares she

received from both men and women which only adds to my own troubles since both genders will take

their anger and jealousy out on me through petty bullying or hateful notes in my books but nothing too

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For some odd reason, she does not believe that she is popular since no one dares approach her

whenever she is alone. However, I know the full truth because I have seen her fan club watch out for

her from afar. It looks like a cult on the outside, but it seems that most of them actually look out for

Arielle with good intentions.

If there is any kind of unsavory character approaching her with bad intentions, the fan club members

will deal with the problem stealthily before Arielle notices.

In a way, the organization is quite useful but also a bit frightening to people they deem dangerous...

The only reason that they continue to let me be around Arielle is because they have not found a

'reason' to get rid of me yet.

I think they are just waiting for me in the shadows, until they find me even remotely dangerous.

It is not like I could not understand their concerns. With her luscious pink hair and doll like eyes, I doubt

any sane man could leave her alone...Those worries actually extend to me as well.

Every time I see her, I feel an unimaginable joy but also feel anxious when I see her.

A little earlier, I was doused with water by her fanatic fans for being a little too close with Arielle the

other day...

When I saw her wandering through the male dorm halls, I thought my deepest desires manifested into

reality.

When I realized that she was not an illusion, I quickly caught her and brought her to my room before

anyone could find her and inquired the reason for her sudden visit. She said that she was dared by her

other friends to take a tie from a male student.

It was an obviously ridiculous and dangerous dare but knew that Arielle was not the type to turn down

these kinds of requests and did not think too deeply about the repercussions that would happen if she

were to be caught.

I can tell from how pure she was from how easily she found it to sit on my bed without a care that

another man was with her in the room with her. Her short skirt seemed to ride up and reveal her milky

colored thighs as she sat down on my bed. I tried to look away and respect her body.

Any other male would take that as an invitation, but Arielle herself is too pure and unknowing about the

rules between men and women.

Luckily, I built up a bit of immunity towards this enchantment of hers over the years, so it is not easy for

me to succumb to her beauty unlike other people.

A little later, the dorm supervisors began their round checks. I could not have them finding Arielle, so I

pushed her down under the covers with me and waited until the coast was clear.

When I released her from hiding under the covers, her clothes had become translucent from all of her

sweating and began sticking to her body as well as revealing her frilly undergarments that seemed to

match her pink hair.

It was then that I realized she was a lot slimmer underneath her clothes than I previously thought...

No!

Whatever immunity I built up over the years seem useless now...

I suggested on leaving the room to sleep in the shared living space but was stopped by Arielle herself.

She used her beautiful face and told me to share the bed with her. I failed against my male desires and

ended up caving to her request.

Now, I am lying in bed right next to her with a flimsy barrier I placed earlier between us.

My mischievous heart moved the pillow aside for a moment.

I got to see face up close. She was extremely pretty. Her skin was smooth and bright like porcelain, her

eyelashes were long and fluttery, and her beautiful lips appeared as if they were lightly stained with

cherries.

I daringly touched her cheeks lightly with my fingertips.

Women are such soft and fragile creatures...Arielle one looks as if the tiniest hold could break her.

I leaned over her and touched her soft lips ever so slightly with my thumb. I wanted to silence the soft

breathing of hers so desperately with my own lips.

"...Erik," escaped from her lips.

Even after spending so much time with her, she could still not look my way...

I sat up and clutched my painfully throbbing heart.

The one I love will never be mine...what a terrible unrequited love.