Chapter 31

Kylie's POV
"That's the problem Betty. My ex-husband has moved on and am still stuck here clinging to the stupid memories I shared with him when he has already moved on with someone new. I have no idea what is wrong with me. I have Luke and he is the exact definition of a perfect fiancée but in all honest I'm still hoping that the man who broke my heart could suddenly come and sweep me off my feet. He was the man of my life Betty and each day I-"my eyes widened as I stopped mid-sentence.
"Am so sorry Betty. I didn't mean to rant out on you about my problems,"
"You have never talked about your ex-husband to anyone before, have you?" she said instead, an understanding look pasted on her face.
I nodded as we entered the sitting room to find the two men watching a game of football. Upon our presence the two men turn their heads, Mark's gaze landing on me before it drifted off to Betty. A pang of jealousy hit the back of my gut when I saw the way he looked at her lovingly as though she was the only precious thing in the world. Swallowing bitterly I half smiled to Mark before stumbling off to my room. This time I was careful to lock the door behind me. Every time I saw Mark my feelings for him would literally spill all over the place. I wanted him but my mind knew better than to give in to the demands of my body. I don't remember falling asleep but I do remember waking up at sun down. It was impossible to imagine I had been asleep for more than six hours. The rapping on my door made walk drunkenly towards it, my whole body feeling groggy. Mark was standing before me hands pocketed in his dark blue jeans wearing a warm smile.
"Are you feeling better now?"I benefited him with a confused look wondering what the hell he was talking about.
"Luke," my voice felt too hoarse in my own throat.
"Betty told us you had a small headache and that's why we let you sleep. You missed lunch though. So how are you feeling now? Are we still going to the movies? We can cancel if you'd wa"Am fine and we are definitely going to the movies. What is the time?" I inquired running a hand through my untidy bed hair.
"It's six. You still have forty five minutes before we leave,"
"Great. I'll meet you guys downstairs then," I proceeded to close the door but he stopped it with his right foot.
"Did I do something wrong Kylie? You have been avoiding me since yesterday and today morning its worse. Look I'm sorry for whatever I have done to make you mad at me," it hurt to see Luke look so sad.
"Luke, I'm not mad at you. You have always wanted to have a talk about my ex-husband. Tonight after the movies I'll tell you everything including who he is," he stared at me startled.
"You don't really need to tell me anything Kylie if you don't want to," he was hesitant, I could tell.
"No Luke. I want to do this. It's time we closed this chapter and erase all the ifs in our relationship," he smiled noting the determination in my voice.
Suddenly he hugged me with my head resting on his chest, his arms enveloping me rather protectively. I sighed convinced that I had made the right decision. It was time to move on from Mark and I knew the first step was being honest to Luke. He let go of me before walking off to his room. After a quick bath I stepped out in a short above the knees white towel. Feeling a little giddy I sat down on the bed wondering which would be the perfect dress for the occasion. Going against my subconscious I texted Betty to meet me in my room ASAP. The knock came quicker than I expected. Smiling I unlocked the door only to come face to face with Mark immaculate in a black Armani suit a smirk curled up at the corner of his lips.
"What are you doing here?" it came out hoarse something I really loathed at the moment because that was just proof I was still vulnerable when it came to him.
"I got your text," the words slipped of his lips naturally.
"You had Betty's phone," I sighed.
"And I deleted it," he walked past me.
"Get out of my room Mark. What part of leave me alone don't you understand? But then again you have never understood anything in your life for example, did you ever understand that what you did to me was going to hurt my feelings? Of course not. Now do yourself a favor and leave my room," I spiraled embittered that since he arrived he depicted no inkling of regret for what he did to me.
"What was it you needed me for again?" he sat on the bed and at that very moment I wanted to rain blows on his gorgeous face and if possible make sure he ended up in the hospital.
"I didn't ask you to come here. I needed Betty. What would you even know about women's dressing?"
I was already upset and his presence wasn't making it any easier.
"I know that the red dress over there accentuates your creamy skin. I won't say I'm surprised you kept it," my stomach curled at the said dress.nt us to, "