Another Wrong Turn?

Chapter Nineteen: Diamond Necklace

            “Remember what Evan said? About bringing a car when you have a girl?”

            He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You still love me if I don’t have a car.”

            I was so thankful that it was almost six in the evening and it was a little bit dark so he couldn’t see the blush blooming on my cheeks. Of course I’ll still love him without a car.

            I smiled. I’ll love him no matter what happens.

            The cab stopped in front Ian’s house and he pulled out his wallet, paying the driver. The taxi driver grinned as he grabbed the payment and winked at us. “You two use some protection. We don’t want your girlfriend to get pregnant in her teenage years, do we?”

            I blushed so much that I thought my whole body was turning red. Ian just laughed. “Sure, thank you for the reminder. We always use protection. Don’t we, baby?”

            I feigned a gasp and punched his arm softly. “Don’t you give away our secrets!”

            Ian laughed again and waved his hand at the taxi driver. “Thanks for the drive.”

            “Sure. And don’t forget—protection!”

            Ian opened the car door of the cab and the two of us got out. When the taxi left his driveway, I burst out laughing. “You jerk! Why did you say that?”

            He smirked at me. “You never know that something will happen.”

            I rolled my eyes and looked away at him so he couldn’t see the blush on my cheeks. My heart was beating so fast that it hurts. No one but the two of us are going to stay inside the house. Evan is on a date with Miranda… Oh my God, what will happen?

            I slapped my face mentally. Good God, Victoria, pull yourself together! Of course nothing can happen! He’s not even sure what he feels and he’s sober now! There’s no way he’s going to make out with you!

            But one can still hope.

            I suddenly laughed out loud at my perverted thoughts. When did I suddenly start craving someone’s touch and kisses? When I was with Lance, I was never like this. Huh, there’s just something in Ian that makes me turned on.

            “What are you laughing at?” Ian asked, opening the front door.

            I blushed. Crap. “Nothing.”

            “Yeah, right. I suppose you just laughed because you’re bored?”

            I grinned. “Maybe.”

            As I stepped in Ian’s house, my heart beating so fast. What is it that he wants me to see? Would it be a candlelight dinner? Or a bed full of red roses? Or a bathtub with rose petals—?

            I slapped my face mentally again. What the hell? I’m really turning into a pervert. And it’s all Ian’s fault.

            “Come here,” Ian called out as he held my hand, dragging me upstairs to a room I’ve never been before.

            “Whose room is this?” I asked.

            “It was my parents.”

            “Ah.”

            He gently opened the door and I stepped in as he switched on the lights. The room was big and spacious—just like every master’s bedroom. Huh, why do all the parents have the big room?

            “When my brother and I arrived here last January after the fire, we realized that my Mother didn’t bring the diamond necklace to London that my Father gave her when they got married. That diamond necklace was something she cherish and we were deeply troubled why she didn’t bring it to London.”

            “Really?” I said, frowning. Why is he telling me this?

            “Yeah.” Together, we trudged to a desk beside the bed. Ian opened the drawer, revealing a blue jewelry box. He let go of my hand to pick it up with both of his hands. Even though my hand suddenly felt cold and empty, I can’t help admiring the jewelry box.

            Jewelry wasn’t my thing sometimes—maybe because I don’t wear jewelry that much. But when Ian opened the jewelry box, my eyes widened as I saw the diamond necklace lying neatly inside. It was just perfect, so beautiful… Ian picked it up gently and sat on the bed. He looked up at me, smiling, and patted the space beside him.

            I sat beside him, my eyes still on the beautiful diamond necklace on his hand. What is he going to do with it? “Victoria, I wanted you to have this. You made me happy all this time. I never thought I’d be happy again ever since… ever since Patricia died. But you came along and you made me smile.”

            I looked up at him and we locked eyes. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to kiss him so badly. But a voice was screaming inside my head, He just wanted you because you look like her! He doesn’t love you for who you are! You look like Patricia and that’s what he only likes about you!

            But I love him. I love Ian and I trust him.

            “I never thought I’d be happy again, too,” I admitted. “After Lance hurt me, I never thought I’d love again. And now here I am…”

            I stared at him, surprised, when he placed the necklace around my neck. Then he kissed my lips softly. I kissed him back and before I know it, my back was on the bed and he was hovering on top of me.

            I didn’t know how long we stayed there, making out, but when he whispered those next four words, my heart stopped beating and everything just came crashing down.

            He whispered, “I love you, Patricia.”

            Patricia. Not Victoria.

Hey there! :) Sorry for the short chapter, but I wasn't in the mood to write. :( And I'm sorry for the very late update, I was in a vacation and I just arrived at 12 am. xD Hahaha. And I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. Lol, I have a lot to apologize for. :)) Hahaha. Well, anyways, I hope you liked it. :)