I let out a sigh and closed my eyes.
' He should divorce me or he should not marry me. Perhaps, we… both are compelled by his parents. I need to find a solution or a way out of this wedding before I get mad. Such an environment isn't good for my health. I'm feeling nothing more than a corpse, I have no feeling left in me staying behind the four walls of his house alone. A zombie must have enjoyed his life more than me.'
"He's looking at you. I think he likes you. He's coming." Livia whispered in my ear. I could feel her laugh.
I snapped my eyes open. Instead of Livia. I saw his blue eyes looking at me. He sat down on the empty seat next to her.
Neglecting him, I reached for my glass. I needed this one. 'Where is Livia? '
I looked around for her. My sight caught my ring finger. There was no ring. I stared at Livia's back. She glanced over her shoulder at me. Ivan towed her toward the dance floor. I stared at her. She smiled and motioned at him and winked at me pouting her lips.
I looked back at him. His skin was white as I thought before. But it was shining golden under the dim lights of the club. I wanted to touch him.
I shook my head. I never felt like touching my husband. How could I feel it for him?
'That's really not fair. Just to have a good time with him. I cannot forget I'm married. He's just sitting across from me. He's handsome no doubt. But I can not cheat in this wedding and told him a lie that I'm single and came here to hang out with my only friend. It's true. Livia is my only friend.'
My throat started to burn as I downed the third drink. I glanced at the glass. I was trying to figure it out. Did I drink vodka and Livia did something with it? I could not trust her. She looked determined to make me lose my innocence tonight. I could bet that man wouldn't be my husband. He must be having dinner with his secretary, that Beautiful blonde woman. He looked at her as she was his everything. You knew, everything! He hardly looked at me. When he looked. It was always a casual look that he gave to strangers. So, I was a stranger.
'It doesn't hurt me anymore. I don't love my husband. I don't expect anything from him. The most barbaric thing was his name written in my parent's will. So, I have nothing, nothing to go, nothing to live. I depend on my husband. '
"Hey," He softly whispered as I was still frowning at the empty glass. He tucked the hair behind my ear. His fingers didn't touch me. But I felt an unknown wave in my stomach. It lasted for a few seconds but it compelled me to pay him full attention.
I glanced at his blue eyes and smiled, "How many girlfriends do you have dated?" I asked. I could bet. It wouldn't be a good start if I wanted to spend a night with him. Livia had told me, No! She had lectured me about it during our ride to the club. I ignored it mostly.
'I don't know what she expects? '
"Well, I'm alone here," He chuckled and he took hold of my hand. He grabbed the glass and put it back. He ordered water.
"Hi," My voice seemed to me of a drunk man, "I don't drink you know. My friend said I should try this and I should spend a night with a good looking guy," I smiled as I saw him through my hooded lashes.
'Oops! I shouldn't say this. Alcohol has begun to show its effect on me. I should go before I do anything stupid.'
"Would you like to spend it with me?" He smiled and came forward.
He smelled so good. His black shirt was loose, his sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular arms.
Slipping his hand, he interlocked our fingers. My stomach flipped and I felt electronic waves in my hand. I never felt it. I pulled my hand away.
"S***! Did you feel the same?" He asked as he raked his hand through his silky dark hair. He looked shocked like me.
My heart began to beat, I could feel throbbing on my veins under my skin. It was so new and arousing. I bit down on my lower lip and nodded my head. I wanted to deny him and walked out of the club alone. But I couldn't lie to him. I shouldn't drink.
He seemed nervous to me. Towering over me, he bent down. His lips were inches away from me. My heart picked a race. Our eyes locked. His jet black hair was looking darker.
It hurt like a bitch. My husband should make me feel it. But he was a beautiful stranger. My husband couldn't make me feel butterflies. He did this in a few seconds. I must be sounding stupid. But it seemed like a beautiful fairy tale. I didn't care about my husband. He did not ask me when I left his house with Livia. He didn't look our way.
I lifted my hand. My face drew closer to him. He was cleaned shaved. My fingertips touched his skin. I felt the butterflies again. My smile broadened. I wanted to forget everything that hurt me and those who were related to it. It soothed the pain in my chest, "You didn't answer me," I asked him in a groggy voice.
"My dad is strict with me. I'm not even allowed in this club. I was supposed to attend a meeting," He smirked. He didn't pluck his gaze from me. He didn't pull back from my touch. I wanted to touch him. I didn't care. What did he reply to me? I wanted to spend more time with him, to touch him more.
My fingers stopped on his cheek as I stared into his deep blue eyes. So beautiful.
I nodded, "Where's your coat?" I asked in stupidity.
With him around me, the music seemed to fade in the background. I wasn't giving any attention to music, noise, nothing but him like he was my soul mate. He seemed essential, more than breathing.
'I'm stupid. I'm thinking as I have known him for years.'
He let out a low chuckle. My grin was always in its way, "I left it in my car." He did not break the sight as he was feeding on it.
"Hm," I nodded again.
He curled his hand on the back of my hand. Our lips grazed. My stomach tightened, "People will stare at us,'' I said, breathing. This was the best kiss. Though, it wasn't a kiss.
He nodded without delay. He grabbed my wrist and tugged me away from the counter and crowd. It felt as if he was taking me away from my problems.
We walked toward the dark hallway. I waited for him to stop at some dark place to quench what he started with mere his touch. He pushed open the dark door as he stopped. I peeped over his shoulder in my black plump heels. It was enormous. I read the plate on the door, ladies room.
I threw my head back as ecstasy surged through my body. Our bodies were drenched with sweat. I could smell *** in the air. I could never forget tightness. My fingers dug in the soft flesh of her waist. I was careful with her but it couldn't satisfy my heart's worry about her. Her nails dug in my shoulders, drawing blood. My breaths turned from fast to slow but not normal. Her hot breath was fanning my chest. I zipped up her black dress through the cracks of my eyes. She was looking ravishing in a short black dress. She was an angel in a black dress. I closed my eyes again, feeling her nearness. I would never be so close to anyone. I could bet. My eyes snapped open as I felt something wet over my shoulder. I glanced down at her with worry. Her face was hidden behind the curtain of her dark long hair. I
I stumbled on my feet. I closed my eyes and his attractive features flashed in my mind, "He's so handsome," I whispered in Livia's ear. Livia giggled softly and patted her hand on my back, "Shh!" She clamped her hand over my mouth, "We're at your husband's whereabouts. He'll hear you," She said in a slow voice, almost whispering in my ear. I curled my both arms around her, "You're my sister, my best friend, I love you. I don't care about my husband," I pulled away from her and took a deep breath. It wasn't a lie. I pushed open the door. It creaked. I glanced at her and put my finger over my lips. My body was feeling strange to me. There was a sweet pain in my stomach and I was sore. "He must be sleeping. We shouldn't make noise. And we can't talk about him, he has beautiful blue eyes, handsome face,
My head was pounding. I couldn't forget his blue eyes. It was the first thing that flashed in my mind after waking up. I was scared before closing my eyes that I would forget him. Even I dreamed about him. His words were haunting me, 'Never forget me, Angel.' " I would never," I opened my eyes and pushed the comforter away. It was the weekend. Livia would be home. I pushed myself up. I could smell alcohol, his cologne and *** on me. What would he be doing? He would have forgotten me? I shook my head. 'I need to focus on something else like my husband. Jasper shouldn't marry me if he wasn't already committed. And Lorraine, she's pregnant. I'm sure about it and Jasper is the father of her child. I know what I will do now. I should have done it months ago as Livia has always told me. This marriage is only causing trou
I let the tears flow down my cheeks. I stepped into the living hall. It was enormous as I always told my mother I wanted it to be. I was still dealing with the pain of my parent's death. Though they forced me into this unwanted marriage. But I couldn't deny the fact that I had spent my life like a princess in my father's home. I wanted them right here next to me when my parents gifted it to me. I want them to see me smiling. I also wanted to see their smile, but I could only wish for it. I was too sad and too happy. Dad remembered what kind of home I wanted. It was exactly like that. "You alright?" Livia's voice was soft as it came from behind her. For a few seconds, I forgot the rest of the world. She put her hand on my shoulder, her gentle tou
I locked the door as Livia left my new house. I wasn't sure what to do. I had explored my house. It was so beautiful. It fitted in my imagination.I walked into the kitchen. I opened the double door refrigerator. There wasn't much. In the morning, I needed to visit the grocery store or I could order online.I was alone. My life had turned from west to east. I met him. I returned to Jasper's house. That night revealed the truth of our wedding. And here I was now, Alone.
I grabbed my stuff and my heels clicked on the floor. I was wondering, would he be thinking about me? He was extraordinary and I could foresee, no one could replace the place he had made in my heart overnight. I felt my face flaming. I needed to stop this. I was drowning in his thoughts. I tried very hard to keep myself from thinking about him the way he looked at me, ran his hand on my shoulder to down my arm.I bent down to grab my phone. I heard something chiming. I was confused at first. It chimed again."Oh, it's the doorbell." I
The days jumped to the weekend hurriedly. I had applied for whatever job I saw in the advertisement. I was still jobless. Jasper had asked me to work in his company. I didn't want it. Ivan had offered me a job in the publication world. But I refused him too. I didn't wanna work with my friend's fiance. Ivan had mailed me and asked me to reach the place for the interview at his friend's office. I didn't know anything about the job yet. I couldn't concentrate on anything until I met his parents and knew their reaction. I put on a red dress and grasped my clutch tightly in my hand. I was nervous like hell. I hadn't eaten anything since the morning. I was afraid to throw up any time. I was hoping they would invite us to their place as usual but Jasper invited them.
I could sense the passion when he kissed her. He was genuinely in love with her. I felt a soft touch on my lower back. There was only one person who would be concerned about me. It didn't matter that I was carrying a board written ' I'm perfectly fine.' "You alright, Esme?" Livia asked. Her face was a true picture of worry. I smirked. I was waiting for this. I glanced back at Jasper and Lorraine, "I wasn't sure. When she asked me to be her bridesmaid." I breathed, "It wasn't that bad," I smiled. "I'm not asking this?" Livia held my hand. "I have told you. I don't love him. It doesn't matter to me. I'm just... " I paused, "They should tell me," I muttered. 'Things would be diff