Ava's POV;
I'm in Damon's vehicle. On our way back home. He gave me a lift, cause I couldn't catch a cab, and I don't have a car. Even if I had one, I can't drive.
The car is awfully quiet, and my gaze is outside the window. it's raining heavily, and the car's window is covered in raindrops and cold air. I watch cars zoom past ours, and I don't say a word. My eyes drift up to the night's dark sky, and my phone buzzes. I look down at it and find it's a message from my mom.
I ignore it as I don't want to talk to her now, and as I drop my phone back on my lap, my eyes land on my thighs. My dress is a brown knee-length one, and in its front is a fairly long slit. Long enough to reveal a desired amount of thighs.
I admire the little colored butterfly on my right inner thigh. I got that drawn on me, back in college. My mind travels back to my fun past, up to this very moment.
I'm 30 years old, and still can't believe I'm single. I mean, I'm beautiful, in
Alex's POV;I told my friends about what happened this morning at the fashion house, with a mannerless manager, who threw his shame, under the rug, and tried to get close to me.Sia saw how upset I was, and the girls decided to cheer me up, by setting up a club night for us.It's late at night, and we all arrive at the club, in two different cars. I don't mind having a few shots while dancing my burdens away. I've had a lot on my mind lately, and I need to loosen up.I chose to divorce Damon, to focus on my career, and wax stronger in it, however, it's been proving difficult. When I was married to him, he was a distraction, and even now that our divorce is almost as good as done, he still is a distraction.Sia, I, and the girls march into the club which is shaking with the vibration from the massive speakers. After being checked, I pay for us to get into the VIP section, and after taking our sits, a waiter comes to take our order.I order a
Third Person's Narrative;Damon is in his office. A grand, white room, scented with clouds of ocean breeze air freshener, and chilled by the running air conditioner.His office is so big, only his, takes up more than half of the top floor. His assistant's office is next to his and is demarcated by a glass wall and door. Meaning no privacy between the two, what so ever.Asides these two, about three more offices are on the top floor, but they are only put to use when needed as no one wants to disturb their boss. The founding owner of ' Glams Jewelries ' Damon Hudson. Especially now that he's going through a lot personally.Damon is in a blue T-shirt, and black pants, staring into town, from one of his office's glass walls. The walls are designed in such a way, that from inside, one has a full view of whatever is outside, but staring from the outside, one only gets their reflection, glaring back.There's a knock on Damon's door, and he turns around t
Alex's POV; I watch her house closely from my vehicle which I parked not too far from it. The duplex is a moderate apartment. Not looking bad, but also not screaming class. If you ask me, I'd rate its class a five out of ten. A taxi pulls up before the building, and the blonde comes down from the vehicle. "Thank you. "She says to the driver, and I glare at her. Aww, good manners. If only her freaking manners taught her to stay away from married men. I come down from my car, lock it, and begin to march to the blonde across the street who has her back turned to me, as she's trying to open her house's door. "Hello, twerp. "I greet, and she jumps a bit in fright. "What the... "She begins as she turns, but stops when she sees me. I give her a tight smile and get straight to business. "I was told you're overstepping your boundaries, and it's beginning to
Alex's POV;"Alex, what happened? "Sia questions in alarm as she heard me swear."Some moron just bashed my car! "I scream in annoyance as I unbuckle my seat belt."Oh, God... "She mutters before I hang up. She most likely knows I'm going to murder whoever dared to bash my baby.I get down from my car. Boiling over with annoyance, and rush to the ash vehicle, with tinted glasses behind me."Hello, get out here, are you blind!? You just bashed my car! "I scream after knocking on the rolled-up glass, but the person doesn't respond."Get out here now, or I'm calling the cops! "I scream, and I hear a click from inside. The door finally opens, and I step aside, to give the person room to step out.A male comes out, and I glare at him in anger."Look what you did, were your eyes in your butt hole when you were driving!? "I scream, and the man takes off his shades."Alex? "The man questions, and on hearing my name from a stranger
Alex's POV; it's been quite fun working with Amos and catching up on old times. His fashion house is magnificent, and my colleagues are out of this world awesome. From experience to behavior. Right now, I'm in my car with Mrs. Hudson, on our way to the hospital, for her monthly check-up. We used to do this when Damon and I were still together, and even now that we're so close to officially being over, she insisted that we keep the tradition, as one of our mother, daughter moments. "God's not dead! He's surely alive, he's living on the inside, roaring like a lion!! "She sings energetically along with the song playing from the radio, and I laugh at her energy. "You know this song? "I question, and she laughs. "Know it? I love it! "She exclaims, and I laugh louder. "I'm getting older doesn't mean my sense of music has to drop. "She replies, dancing to the music. "True. " I reply, and my phone begins to buzz. I pick it up and see i
Alex's POV; Damon and I make it into the elevator, and we stand in silence as he presses the button that leads to the first floor. "Thank you for calling me. "He suddenly says, and I inhale deeply before looking down at my nails. "No need to thank me. She's your mom. "I reply, and silence once again fills the elevator. "Why are you doing this? "He suddenly questions and my heart vibrates in fear. I had been dreading him asking this question. I didn't want him to. What do I tell him? How do I explain to him why I want our three years old marriage to end? "Say something, Alex. I know you still love me, so why are we putting ourselves through this? Let's end all this and come back together. Be the happy couple we were, and forget all of this ever happened. "He says, and with each word that leaves his mouth, my lungs threaten to fail. He takes a step towards me, and I quickly recline. "I don't love you, Damon. What
Alex's POV; It's the second day after mother's accident. I'm in my living room, working on my newest piece. it's not perfect, as a lot is on my mind, but it's manageable, and I'm almost done. Damon was so close to getting under my skin. I've been made to understand that a woman is more powerful, and has more freedom when she doesn't have the responsibility of family to carry and is single. I can't lie to myself. I still love Damon. I've tried to stop myself, but I can't. I want to make it big and to do that, I need to divert all my energy into my career. I could have asked that we go on a break or something, but only God knows how long it will take me to attain the heights of success I desire, and it will be unfair of me to keep him waiting that long. I just can't do it. I want to be free. I love Damon, but I want to be free. I didn't think about this before getting married, but now that I'm married, and the idea has come, why not go with it.
Alex's POV; "You know, I really think Amos likes you. "Sia says before picking up a red dress and glaring at it scrutinizingly under the bright, white bulbs far above us. "Excuse you? "I question her with raised brows, and a hand on my waist. She takes a look up at me, and back at the dress, before quickly looking back up at me. "What? I know he does. I just don't know if you're being intentionally blind or have become some naive plain Jane. "She replies before dropping the dress back on the pile. "Come on, Sia. Amos is just a friend. He's been since college. "I note. "Yeah, that explains all the sudden kisses on the hands and cheeks, red roses, and trail of every secret admirer thing he ever did back in high school, and up till now. "She replies as we move to a rail of clothes. "He... That could have been his way of being nice. "I reply. Remembering every cute thing Amos has done since our college days. "Yeah, same as that one