Chapter 11

Alexia watched him walk in with a lady by his side, she rolled her eyes at him. The last thing she imagined was him coming along with a lady.
'Is that what he planned to do? Come here with a lady and flaunt her?" Alexia was pissed, very pissed. She rolled her eyes and looked away, she spotted the waiter who carried a tray of champagne.

She called him and picked three glasses.
'It's alcoh..." before he finished his words Alexia raised her middle finger which kept him shut and he walked away.

Alexia gulped down three of the glasses at once.
Her throat burned but the feeling soon evaporated into pain. Nothing but pain and she hated it. She hated that he still affected her. She hated that he was sitting a few tables away from her and he could possibly be watching her. She hated that a smile appeared on his lips and he could be mocking her in his heart.

She hated everything. She hated him. She hated Henry. She hated that he wasn't here for her. She hated that he left without any explanation. She hated that she couldn't blame him because he could be in some kind of pain or trouble he couldn't explain.

Just then, Kylie appeared with her father. She wore a glimmering white dress. They had been pronounced husband and wife by the pastor. Alexia skipped that part, it would hurt just like now.

She hated her. She hated Kylie. She hated that she was happy. She hated that Kylie was happy because she shouldn't be, she had hurt her previously, and she should be sad. She should feel remorseful. She should feel pain. She should be said and not this happy!

Alexia couldn't take it anymore, she felt pain. She felt like she couldn't breathe anymore. She needed to go out and receive more air. Suddenly she felt suffocated.
She stood. She walked out without looking at Dylan, she didn't want to see his handsome face and the ridiculous smile that was always plastered on his face.

She walked out. Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
She kept telling herself as tears crawled out of her eyes. It was hard.
She was hurting.
She couldn't take it.
It was too much for her.
All she ever wanted was to be loved but why did it feel so hard? Everyone. .. Everyone left her; broken and sad.

She kept walking along the narrow way, she didn't even know where she was but she was glad that she wasn't there... In there with them anymore.

'Are you okay?" the voice penetrated her ears.

Alexia didn't care who the person was. She needed a hug. She needed comfort. She needed the embrace. She needed to feel safe - like someone would hold her even if she were to fall. She needed to feel that someone would protect her from the world which was filled with nothing but pain. She needed to bury her face and forget for a moment what getting hurt and feeling pain felt like.

She needed it.
'I need this," she whispered to herself.
'It is fine, I'm here. I am here for you alone and I will always be here for you." He whispered to her ears.

It was him.
She knew it was him.
No one ever assured her this way.
It was her secret admirer.
It was...

* * *

The sun peeked into the room, shining directly into her eyes. Alexia turned to her side to shield herself from the sun molesting her face. She found a better side to sleep on but yanked her eyes open when she realized.

'How did I get here?!" she yelled to herself.
She turned her head and saw a tall figure sprawled up on the bed by her side. She knew who it was, she could smell him from miles away and identify him anywhere.

'Ahhhh!!" she yelled to wake him up.
'You son of a freaking bitch!" she yelled and pushed him off the bed. She hated that he was beside her right now. No, she loved it but she could never admit that to herself. She would keep pushing those feelings down, down, down the deepest part of her heart.

Dylan gently rubbed his eyes. He had slept off yesterday watching her snore softly. He knew she would behave just like this when she woke up. He laughed last night knowing she would behave exactly like this and it still cracked him up.

He watched as she got down from the bed and wore her dress. Previously, she would do this in front of him with joy. He would groan at her curves and breast. He would have no choice but to stand and caress her body as she dresses. Sometimes, he would be forced to stop her from dressing and push her back to the bed.

Where did it all go wrong?
Oh, Yes. He had fallen in love with a bitch!

Alexia instantly wore her dress, she picked up her bag and walked out. Dylan had a smirk on his face, the smile that showed he didn't care. The smirk showed he didn't regard her as anything but a playtoy. The smirk showed that he didn't feel guilty for what he did. The smirk showed that he had moved on when in reality, he was breaking.

He was breaking because he had lost her. He was breaking because he had also been hurt. He had been hurt by the one woman he loved. He fell in love with her. He fell in love with Kylie.

However, he felt guilty. He felt guilty for hurting her but he would never tell her that. He would never fully admit that to himself. He would smirk again, act like he didn't care, and act like he wasn't affected at all.

Last Night:

Dylan saw the way she acted. She took three glasses of champagne from the tray of the waiter. He remembers that she never drinks. She hated to drink. She found it irresponsible. She said she didn't like it and she would never drink no matter the circumstance but she was doing it.

He watched every of her move.
He watched the way she gulped each of them and gave no reaction even though it was burning her throat. He saw her expression, the way she gripped the table.

He saw that she wasn't breathing.
Like she was stopping herself from breathing.
What the fuck was she thinking about?

Breathe!
Freaking breathe!
Breathe Alexia!
He had yelled but she didn't
She didn't listen to him because he wasn't saying it out. He was saying it to himself.

He couldn't watch her anymore.
He should apologize to her already.
He wanted to but she stood and walked out.
He stayed back. He was probably hallucinating. She had moved on. She was fine. He thought and faced the escort he came with to piss Kylie out.

Kylie walked out with Mr. James, Alexia's father.
She looked happy. He had always wanted to see her happy but for him. He had always wanted to see her smile but for him. He had always wanted her hands on him, not on some rich old man like Mr. James.

He came here to piss off Kylie but he was the one getting pissed off. He was the one reacting. Everything she did made him react. He didn't want to admit it but he was jealous.

He felt it. He began to feel every pain. Seeing her with another man brought pain to his heart. He hated it. He hated the feeling.

He walked out.
Now he understood why Alexia walked out.
Everything felt so suffocating. He couldn't breathe. He had to come out to breathe.

While breathing and walking he saw a man caressing a woman. However, that woman wasn't an ordinary woman, it was Alexia.

He knew Alexia, she would never allow a random man to touch her. He didn't need anyone to tell him this man was a stranger. He dashed to him, he pulled Alexia away from him.

'What the fuck..." before he could finish his statement, the man ran away.

What the....?!
The man had disappeared in the dark of the night.
He looked at Alexia, she was drunk. She had closed her eyes and tears were trailing from her eyes.
'Please don't go," she said and wrapped her hands around him.

'Secret admirer, I like you like that. Keep playing me like that because I like it." She muttered. It
Dylan didn't know what she was talking about.