Crashing into an Old Flame
Chapter 103: A new entry

Chapter 103: A new entry

The initially empty wardrobe was now filled with clothes that she had brought but pairs upon pairs of heels of various brands were still the highlight.

She remembered that night when that incident had happened at the library and he had carried her all the floors down. They had argued on the streets and he hugged her after that.

Much to her surprise, they ended up at a store where he had asked her to choose something suitable. And she had picked one pair but the next day, she found every shoe she had looked at present inside her room.

She looked at them for another moment before averting her gaze.

Diana grabbed the bag that she had taken with her when she ran from home.

She grabbed her diary from within and pulled out a pen before walking back to the bed.

In the past few years, the diary entries she had made were more and more infrequent.

The last entry she had was when she had just come here.

Diana looked at the blank page for some time before she started writing.

’I can’t stop worrying about Daisy. I had tried to contact her from my other phone when my flight just landed in the US but I could not reach her. Later, to stay on the safer side, I changed my number. I don’t dare to contact her by any other method knowing that my parents might find me. I told Warner about the whole fiasco that surrounded us that day. I have many questions for Daisy...

But the most important thing right now is that Angel is starting to speak. She is blabbering syllables and she looks so adorable when she does that. It worries me that Daisy will be upset to know that she is missing it all. I just hope... she finds me. Us.

There is something else. I kissed Warner today.

Don’t be shocked, diary. You know most of my entries are about being such pure friends that it is shocking, not just to you, but to me too. But this is not the first time I kissed him. This is not going to be the last time. It happened a few times in my dreams and looking at the sleeplessness clouding me right now, I can assure you that my dreams are not going to stop... unless I do something about them.

I can’t stop myself from fantasizing about him and I don’t even know when it started. It’s probably the body’s physical reaction. Mom was crazily obsessive about our chastities. Daisy did not give a damn about our parents, which I feel glad about because it definitely led to my darling Angel. I, on the other hand, stayed at the mansion with them and had minimal interaction with male species so here I am, having dirty thoughts about Warner.

Yet, I can’t blame everything on Mom when I had the chance to date in university, in medical school but when you have a friend like Warner, your standards don’t just rise. They skyrocket. I kissed him today and I shamelessly told him that I accidentally took him for someone else. I did it to not make it awkward between us but guess what, diary?

My poor sheep is intimidated by me now, he ignored my touch earlier and he even looked at me like I am a big bad wolf. The worst of it? When he was glaring at me with that accusing look in those pretty as-hell eyes, I was wondering whether I should bite his lips.

I am so done for. I am ruined. Maxim Warner ruined my innocence. Or maybe I am thinking about ruining his.

When we met for the first time, he had acted like I didn’t hold a sliver of importance to him and I believed him. I thought times have changed. He changed and I have changed too. I was even a little intimidated by his distant attitude but at the end of the day.... Nothing has changed, diary. Nothing at all. You get me, right?

Maxim... is Maxim. I noticed it at his workplace that he still makes it hard for girls to not blush at the sight of him.

The catch? I think I am topping the list of those girls now. He makes it hard for me to not scream mentally when he spares one of those rare smiles in my direction, he makes it hard for my toes to not curl like shrimps on a frying pan when we touch accidentally, and worst of all, I can’t even be angry at him.

Warner is the worst. The best. Good lords, I am so... so damned.’

As Diana finished writing, she pressed the nip of her pen on the page with such an enormous pressure that the pen would probably have cracked by the intensity.

It was not her daily habit to make entries in the diary. She wrote during the most chaotic times of her life only.

Maybe if her diary had a consciousness of its own, it would have mocked her by saying—’You only come to me when things are not working for you then you forget my existence.’

But it was the truth. And even now, she had many concerns, many worries of her own yet.... Yet she did not realize when the words, the lines, the page were filled with Maxim.

He was creeping into her privacy like a stalker now.

Diana’s fingers involuntarily moved to touch her lips. ’Today might be yours, Warner. Tomorrow is going to be mine.’

Her eyes darkened slightly.

’’Brocolli, sprouts, carrots, haunted house, cockroaches...no indecent thoughts about sheep. No...’’ Diana dragged her exhausted ass into the blankets as she chanted her ultimate hymn.

The next morning.

’’You need my help?" Diana glanced at Ivy was wearing a fluffy bunny hoodie that reached past her thighs. She looked every bit adorable as she fluttered around the kitchen while dancing to the music.

Feeling her presence, Ivy removed her headphones, ’’Deeeee, you said something?"

’’You want help?" Diana laughed as she sat on the kitchen counter with Angel on her lap.

’’I don’t want to blast the kitchen. Mr. Harper can be quite scary... when he is not being playful,’’ Ivy shivered.

Although she did frequent to Maxim’s place once or twice a week for cleaning and stuff like those but she knew about Ryle Harper and she knew that that man was obsessed with his things, be it his parrot or this mansion of his. That’s why she cleaned every corner while they were staying here and she fed his parrot well. The parrot was more like a fluffy stuffed toy now.