Left without a word
Larisa's pov
"Dylan departed for New York early this morning."
"Really?" I exclaimed, my throat drying up and my heart racing simultaneously. The spoon in my hand nearly slipped, but I managed to steady it quickly, fearing that someone might notice my unusual expression.
What do I do now? I don't think I can eat anything. My heart feels shattered. Just as I was about to get up, Taylor asked,
"Where are you going? You haven't even touched your food."
"I'm feeling a bit hungover from the excessive wine I had yesterday. I don't think I can eat anything right now."
"Oh dear, I'm sorry," Sadie responded, her voice filled with empathy. As I stood up, it seemed Taylor sensed that I might not return to the table, and he quickly spoke up,
"Mom and Dad, Larisa has been incredibly kind to me since my injury. I've never met anyone as precious as her. I want you to help me thank her."
My feet felt rooted to the ground as I wanted to show respect to Taylor's parents, so I waited, standing there.
"Larisa," Justin, Taylor's father, spoke up. "We're immensely grateful for all the wonderful things you've done for our son."
I simply smiled and nodded, and when Justin paused, I interjected,
"Excuse me, please." Then I left and made my way towards my room. As soon as I exited the large dining area, I changed direction and headed downstairs to the hotel bar.
"Can I have the strongest alcoholic wine, please?" I asked.
The male bartender looked at me, seemingly unsure if he heard me correctly.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. What did you say?"
"I said, give me the strongest alcoholic wine. I'm taking it to my room."
The bartender now understood I was serious. He handed me the bottle of wine, and after making the payment, I departed for my room.
Why would Dylan do something like this? He couldn't even say goodbye to me. Someone who said he loved me with all his heart last night.
I took out my phone and, after downing a glass of wine in one go, I dialed Dylan's number. Honestly, I didn't think I'd be able to speak to him with clear eyes. I needed something to motivate me, and that would be a potent alcoholic wine.
Dylan's phone continued to ring, but he didn't answer, and in frustration, I reached for my second cup of wine. The persistent ringing intensified my restlessness, making it impossible to stay seated. I stood up and paced around, clutching an empty glass in my right hand and the bottle of wine in my left.
I had never felt this way about anyone or for Taylor. Did Dylan use me and then abandon me? I dialed his number once again, feeling lost and unsure of what to do next. I sank onto the bed, overwhelmed with emotions as tears streamed down my face. It felt as if Dylan and I had been in a deep, meaningful relationship, and he had shattered my heart. Nothing could ease the pain except seeing or hearing from Dylan, and his explanation for leaving without a word had to be significant enough to alleviate my anguish.
I remained on the bed, succumbing to exhaustion, and my eyelids grew heavy. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I sensed someone entering my room, and Taylor's voice reached my ears.
"What have you been doing here for hours? Drinking?" Taylor's voice rose with concern, but I didn't move a muscle or open my eyes. I pretended to have fallen asleep, hoping to avoid any further confrontation.
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Dylan’s pov
This wasn't how I intended to attend my parents' anniversary and then quickly return. It was quite unexpected to find myself heading back home. Now, as I'm on my way to New York, I can't ignore the peculiar sensations coursing through my body. It's astonishing how strongly I've become emotionally attached to someone I've only known for a few days. As the plane taxied on the runway, preparing for takeoff, I was fortunate to have a window seat, and I couldn't help but gaze in the direction I left Larisa.
I suppose what I'm experiencing is infatuation. Even though I've been pursuing Gianna for a date for quite some time, it has never felt like this before. Yet, I chose to close my eyes, not wanting to dwell on the thoughts that had just entered my mind. It's a harsh reality, and there's nothing I can do to change it. Larisa is my brother's girlfriend, and that's a line I cannot cross. If I were merely a guest at the anniversary celebration or a friend invited to the occasion, I might have pursued this feeling to the very end.
I felt a sense of terror when Taylor informed me that he had asked a friend to keep an eye on Larisa at the party. When I went to Taylor's room this morning to tell him I was leaving, he mentioned he had something to tell me, my immediate fear was that he had discovered what had happened between Larisa and me. That would have been a catastrophe for both of us. How could I possibly explain it? Someone who was entrusted to my watchful eye, to protect her from other men, ended up being the woman I slept with last night. How could I explain to Taylor and my parents that it wasn't my intention? It would have shattered the fragile relationship I share with my brother.
I noticed Larisa's call, but I struggled to find the right words to let her know that I was leaving the country. Since I slept with her, I can't help but picture my brother and her together, holding hands. The thought of witnessing their affectionate moments, like them kissing in front of me, is unbearable. I'm aware that Larisa is my brother's girlfriend, but something within me refuses to accept it. To maintain control over myself, I made the difficult decision to depart and avoid seeing them together.
How can I fulfill the role of my brother's best man when Taylor and Larisa have agreed to marry? I foresaw the emotional turmoil, which is why I promptly declined Taylor's request. However, I will be present when Larisa and Taylor exchange their vows. It will undoubtedly be incredibly painful. I can only hope that by then, the intense emotions I have for Larisa will have faded away.
There's no denying that the first thing I would have done if I had seen Larisa this morning was to kiss her and hold her close. Her beauty leaves me weak in the knees, and whenever I lay eyes on her, I feel a strong attraction. From the moment she allured me with her twerking to when I tenderly kissed her forehead before leaving her room, every detail remains vivid in my mind. I knew it was wrong to be intimate with my brother's girlfriend, but a part of me believed that Taylor didn't deserve such an extraordinary and captivating woman. Despite my brother's arrogance, he managed to win the heart of the most stunning woman I have ever encountered, and I couldn't resist the temptation.
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