All Chapters of Unexpected Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

[Agatha POV] "Started to like me?! Since when?" I scoffed, my eyebrows knitting together in a hard, defensive line. "Now that you've learned I'm a lesbian? Oh, come on, Lexie..." I stared at her, a bitter smirk flashing across my face. Did she really expect me to just fall for a sudden confession? To me, it felt like she was playing a game with my head—or worse, lying to herself because she couldn't handle seeing me with someone else. "Do you honestly think I’m lying to you?" Lexie countered, her voice laced with sudden grit. I remained unconvinced. I knew her history; she had cycled through relationships for years, and I was almost always the one holding the pieces. I had seen exactly how she loved. And now, out of nowhere, she was trying to tell me she liked me? "Lexie, you are just completely confused." "What are you even doing here anyway?" I asked coldly, trying to build my walls back up. "Why didn't you just tell me?!" she demanded, her voice cracking. "I’m your best friend

[Agatha POV] Waking up long before the sun touched the horizon, Agatha took a quick shower and dressed in her best clothes. Before heading to Lexie’s condo, she stopped at a local florist for tulips—Lexie’s favorite—along with a stuffed toy and chocolates. This level of effort was entirely new for her; she had never treated her temporary arrangements with such care. She wanted Lexie to feel truly special, hoping to convey a depth of affection that went beyond their initial agreement. Entering the apartment, Agatha found Lexie still fast asleep. She looked breathtaking in the soft morning light. Agatha swallowed hard, feeling a surge of protectiveness, before retreating to the kitchen. Finding only eggs in the fridge, she slipped back out to the grocery store, determined to make a proper meal. Agatha moved quickly, returning in record time. She was so focused on prepping the meal and setting the table perfectly that she nearly burned her hand on the stove. A small smile touched her

[Agatha POV] I love Lexie. The lie I told her—that I was entirely incapable of feeling anything real—was just a shield. I had been secretly, desperately in love with her for longer than I cared to admit. But looking at our situation logically, it was completely obvious to me that we were driving straight toward a dead end. The moment Lexie discovered I was gay, her entire perception of our childhood friendship became completely warped. I couldn't shake the dark, intrusive thought that she was simply bored, looking to try something different or experimental just to satisfy a sudden curiosity. That was all this really was to her. I loved her too much to let this drag out. To cut straight to the chase: I refused to pursue a real relationship because I was absolutely terrified of getting hurt and eventually abandoned by her. It was better to cut the line now while I still had my hands firmly on the steering wheel. Prolonging the inevitable would only make the final crash a thousa

[LEXIE LEWIS] I slammed my bag onto the bed the moment I stormed into my room, trembling with a raw, unsettled irritation. I was dangerously close to losing my control. "Who the hell does she think she was?! Seriously! What is wrong with her?!" I paced the floor, fuming. "With all the celebrities in this industry, I am the most professional actor she will ever get to work with!" "Whoa! What's with all the intense tension?!" Yuri, my personal assistant, asked. She stared at me, clearly taken aback by my ragged breathing and sheer fury. "That damn girl... The author of my upcoming TV series," I managed to spit out without stuttering. "What about her? She seemed so... nice." I gasped in disbelief. "It's just a mask. Don't be fooled by her," I snapped, sitting on the sofa to yank off my heels. "Wait, you know her?" Yuri’s eyes narrowed, scanning me for answers. I sighed heavily, trying to force myself to calm down before explaining my past relationship with Agatha. "She's my best f

[LEXIE LEWIS] "How about this one?!" Yuri suggested, holding up another option for the fifth time. She was clearly losing her patience, but I still couldn't make up my mind. "I don't think so," I muttered, staring at my reflection in the mirror, entirely unsatisfied. "This one just doesn't fit me right, Yuri." Yuri let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the couch, which was already buried under a chaotic pile of discarded bikinis. "What does it really matter, Lexie? Pray tell," Yuri groaned. I frowned, turning to look at her. "What do you mean?" "You never used to be like this. You usually don't care this much about what you wear or how you look." Yuri’s eyes suddenly widened as a realization hit her. A mocking grin spread across her face. "Is it because of a certain writer?!" "Geez... What the hell are you talking about?!" I fired back, leaning hard into my denial. "You are being way too obvious, Lexie. Come on. What's the point anyway? She already has