Reina's Point Of View
He thinks he can buy his way back into my heart. It just made my blood boil; he can't have really thought that he could do that but yet there was tenderness. A tenderness that warms my heart when he kissed my hand. A gentlemanly side of him that I would doubt anyone other than me had seen. He said he would support my dreams and giving me that amount of land did way more than that. It could provide me my legacy and I would be known and don't even get me started on the amount of money I could have.
Whether he was being sincere or not, life goes on and right now I had to go to my office to actually think about what the hell I was going to do? As I made my way upstairs, I ran into Adelina and Serephina who were at the receptionist office gossiping.
"Hey, what are you two gossiping about?" I asked them as I gave them a look. Both of them turned to each other.
"Someone just went into your office and locked so we can't even check who it is. So instead we are playing the guessing game," Ade replied softly, "£300 on Jax being in there."
"No, I think it's just some stalker whose obsessed with her because Jax would respect her privacy," Serephina argued back.
"Well, there's only one way to find out," I stated while walking to my office with both of them with me. As I entered, I saw a box sitting on my table. It was medium sized and looked somewhat heavy. Suddenly, someone screamed "SURPRISE!!" My heart had took the right exit out of my soul and pounced back to see Angelo with a huge grin on his face.
"You told me that I could never scare you but hey I already ha-" Angelo began but was stopped as a punch was aimed at his face. To be specific, my punch was aimed at his face.
"SAY SORRY ,REINA!" he screamed at an ear splitting volume.
"SORRY MY HAND HAS SOME FUCKING NEEDS!"
There was a deafening silence in the room with the judgemental stares from both Ade and Ser and within two seconds both me and Angelo busted out laughing and went in for a hug. Well that was mine and Angelo's friendship for you. Just an amazing sense of humour that was only known to us.
The door had shut only to see Ade looking at us and Ser had disappeared.
"I need to use the toilet," Angelo announced like it was breaking news on one of the channels.
"Then go," I said.
"I have no idea where it is,"
"Ade can show you,"
"Follow me," she stated.
Then again I was left there all alone in my office with a stack of paperwork but the box on the desk had intrigued me like there was a pull towards it. It could be a bomb but I couldn't really care because the curiosity was killing me.
I opened up to see a stack of books. The first one was the Spanish love deception. I had yet to read it but someone knew that and sent it to me. Opening it carefully, it was signed by Elena Armas and read a little note.
Forgiveness takes time and I'm more than willing to wait.
I see the other books like the kiss quotient and the hating game and others like those with more quotes signed and written by the authors.
I will make myself a better man just to be worthy of you.
You're not a weakness but the strength that I need in my life.
I will never let you go no matter how hard the situation gets.
A strong woman is a man's powerful weapon.
I'll spend the rest of eternity making it up to you; till the day I die.
My heart was overwhelmed by the heat while my stomach was swarmed with butterflies that were knocking on my ribcage eagerly waiting to be let out. All the books had small sticky notes poking out and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that they all stood for something in particular. At the bottom of the box was chocolates including my favourite Hershey and there was a card.
I opened it up.
To Nemesis,
I know you don't want to see me, talk to me or hear me and what other better way then sending you my annotated books and a couple more gifts. I know this won't win your heart over and I don't expect it to but inside all of the books there's a note I got personalised for you and our 'situation' if you can even call it that. The pink sticky note is for the romancy/smutty parts since I know you like to enjoy them. The blue is for the angry moments where one of the two mess up. The green is for the sad moments and the purple is for the memorable moments and quotes in the book itself. I really hope this does win me a step closer to your heart. I'm never going to stop trying until I have you next to me.
Narcissus
P.S. I got you tulips since you love their colour so much.
This man just won't give. He'll go down on his fucking knees if he needed to. Moments like these is where I fight. I fight back the urge to forgive him. I fight back the urge to jump into his arms. But, most of all, I fight back the urge to kiss him and taste him again. I missed it and I sure as hell missed him but he killed me. That had to have had consequences and right now it was happening. This was what he deserved and it was purely natural for it to happen. I shouldn't feel bad but I did.
I stare at the bouquet which not only had tulips but roses as well; it was handmade. He won't give up. He will literally reach the extent of giving a hand if he needed to for me. It made me crave him more. Each and every part of my soul.
When I was gone from him, I met men from everywhere. Yes they were sexy but could they warm my heart by a simple pull of my waist or a single dirty comment into my ear? No. Only him. That was one thing that irritated me to the core of my skull. I could spend my night in another man's bed simply with no emotion but there simply for the sex. Something I could consider to have until someone special but that guy didn't deserve it. So, why not have multiple one night stands where I sneek out in the morning in hopes they don't realise that I left.
Walking towards the little table near my sofa in the office, I chucked my previous flowers in the vase in the bin and put in the hand made bouquet instead. I loved tulips since I was a little kid. God knows why! Maybe the colour or maybe the smell. They were just so epically flawless.
Just like him. He said that he wouldn't stop until I was forgiving him. He won't give up and that honestly bought more than just a smile to my face. A glimpse of hope. A small pecking light that was piercing through the smallest peek.
"So, he is totally in love with you." I turn around to see Angelo plucking what was in the box like an ostrich to the sand. "You know he loves you, right? And he'll do anything in his power to make sure that you are his."
"Mmhm, but for now you need to get out. I have work to do; I'll see you at the ball," I said.
Paperwork piled up on my desk seemed to go down as the hours passed; I headed home and then changed to get ready for the ball. I wore a off the shoulder red dress. Gorgeous was the perfect word to describe it. Maybe not that suitable for a ball but if you have boobs and an ass why not show 'em.
I made my way into the hall venue. There were people everywhere and I saw my usual associate that would often accompany me with talks during these balls. Both Adelina and Serephina were here and at the bar.
"He's not here yet, don't worry!" Ser whispered into my ear.
"I wasn't looking for him," I snapped back, "I wasn't even thinking of him." That was a lie. A whole bloody lie. I was thinking of him. Every moment, he was suffocating my thoughts. I have no idea if he's bluffing or not but if he loved me he wouldn't have done half the shit that he did. After I went around talking to people, I spot Moya with her curly black and blonde locks shining out of the crowd like a diamond in the ocean. She was alone. All alone.
"Your husband left you alone, I'm assuming," I said walking up to her with a huge grin on my face while pulling her in for a hug.
"You look so fucking gorgeous; no like when I made that dress I was like there has to be a goddess that could pull it off and I think I found her," she started gesturing me into one of the seats beside her. We had the usual catch up until we were met with another presence.
Her husband's.
"Lovely to meet you, Ms. Romano," he said while his stare was on his wife and her eyes solely. She simply glared back at him while chugging down seven shot glasses at once and flashed him a smile while getting up. His hands slid onto her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. "But excuse me and my wife, she wants to dance, don't you дорогой (sweetheart in Russian)"
"Yeah, I want to dance with the stupid Russian mafia boss who has an ugly shirt on." She slurred while gritting her teeth knowing that the man would not budge but she went along with it and they made their way to the dance floor.
Just then, a man swung by and started chatting to me with his hand snaking around my waist. As I was just about to throw my hands into a fight. Grabbing his hands off me, "If you want to keep the bones in your fucking body, then leave and never come near her again,"
The same red eyes that had a softened glaze look at me in the morning while offering me a legacy of 100,000 hectares looked like he was going to explode like a volcano. Anger radiated into the atmosphere and clearly the man felt that as he scurried away like a pathetic rat.
He just simple sat on the seat next to me.
"Gin and tonic, please," he gruffed out to the bartender who looked partially scared but carried on doing his job.
"You can say please," he turned and looked at me raising his eyebrows, "you never before."
"Well, what can I say. Sometimes manners make a lighter mood," he said with a smirk playing on his lips, "care to dance?"
"I thought you don't dance?" I said.
"But you do."
"For you? No. I prefer to dance in clubs where men's desires roam into the wonders that they will never have unless, I want them to," I whispered while leaning into his ear and left. Got in my car and left and went straight to the club where I was set to assassinate a hit out.
Stephano's bar. More like an up street strip club. I saw men everywhere drooling over the women while some were on the floor dancing their ass off; I saw my target on the dance floor and grabbed while dancing with him. He clearly went along with it mistaking it for flirting and in this case it only plays out well like this. He went on my neck leaving kisses trailing. I was going to puke in that very moment but then something caught my eye.
He was sitting there. The fucking audacity that this man has will never not shock or surprise me to my core. He was leaning on the back of a chair with his eyes staring straight into my soul while sipping on a drink that I could only presume to be jack and coke. A smirking face. I wanted to slap it off his face so bad now but then the gun in his hand was directed at him and shot him in the heart.
Frantic screams were all I could hear while I walked right towards him and he got up and left his seat walking out. I clocked my gun ready to shoot him but he wouldn't stop just carried on walking until we reached a fucking morgue. Was he going to commit suicide?
He then walked inside and reached to a certain grave probably someone dear to him. There were tulips scattered around the grave. By the looks of it, everyday for the past weeks there were someone coming here and placing flowers. I stood next to him only to see my own name engraved on the stone.
"You came here?"
"Mmhm."
For once I felt a pang of guilt for treating him like shit when he came back but then he deserved it.
"You came and talked to an empty grave?" I said with a small chuck, "very much pitiful."
"I didn't bring you here to pity me; I bought you here to see that I do truly care about you and I want you in my life. I want you." He huffed while facing me directly.
"I don't want you."
He leaned down to match my height with about a few centimetre gap between our faces. He brushed his lips gently against mine, and then pulled back to have a glance at my reaction and huffed a breath.
"If you say so," he said smirking while walking away from me.
I grabbed his tie pulling him to my height and stared his in the eye ,hopefully meeting with the demon hidden inside of him, "Just because I don't want you, doesn't mean that I don't have a dire need for sex? If you won't give it to me, someone else will."
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