Chapter 20 - Perfume

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Blaze's POV

"Another one." I snapped at the bartender as I placed my glass down on the bar counter.

Suddenly, someone placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned towards the person.

"Hey, bro." Mike greeted me.

"Hi." I muttered and took a sip from my glass.

"Is Ashley still being stubborn?" He asked as he sat down on the bar stool beside me.

I drank my drink in one sip and gestured to the bartender to pour whiskey for me again.

"To hell with her!" I snapped.

He raised his eyebrow in a questioning look. "What happened? Doesn't she listen to you again?"

"She is busy with her new husband." I said mockingly.

"What?!" He asked in shock, his eyes wide. "She got married?! Whom?" He asked, puzzled.

"James." I muttered.

"Which James?" He asked with an inquiring look.

I breathed deeply. "My brother, James. Do you remember him?" I asked sarcastically, annoyed from his unfamiliar stupidity.

"Fuck!" He cursed, looking at me with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me?!" He asked, looking at me, trying to understand if I was joking or not.

"I wish." I breathed deeply as I sipped my drink.

"But how?"

I told him about everything. He was looking at me speechless. I breathed deeply and took the last sip from my drink. I tapped his shoulder and left the nightclub.

I was barely standing. I drank too much. When I walked out from the nightclub, the paparazzi rushed towards me, asking me questions.

I pushed them, annoyed as I wanted to walk away from them, but they didn't let me leave. They got on my nerves. I pushed the camera away angrily. The camera fell down and broke.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The paparazzi snapped.

I clenched my fist and punched his face. He lost his balance and fell down on the ground. I leaned over him and punched him again.

The people around us were trying to separate us, but I was punching him again and again. I was taking my anger on him. After a few minutes, they could separate us. His face was in blood.

"I will sue you!" He snapped at me, still laying on the floor.

"Do what the fuck you want!" I barked at him and left, pushing the man who was holding me.

I knocked on the door, leaning against the wall. As the door opened, Carla looked at me, surprised.

"Blaze? What are you doing here? I wasn't waiting to see you tonight." She said, giving me a smile.

"Surprise, then. " I said, bored. "Will you let me in?" I asked.

"Sure." She stepped back as she allowed me in.

As soon as she closed the door, I pushed her back against the wall and claimed her lips, kissing her roughly. A few seconds later, she responded to my kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. I slid my hand under her silk robe and squeezed her thigh. She moaned, gripping my hair.

She pulled away and held my hand as she headed us to her bedroom. As soon as we walked in, she pushed me onto the bed and took her robe off, looking into my eyes lustfully. Then, she crawled on the bed and kissed my lips.

I rolled us over, still kissing her. I moved my lips down to her neck. As I smelled her scent, immediately I froze. Ashley. It was the same perfume as hers. Dolce&Gabanna. The scent that I knew by heart.

I pulled away and sat down on the edge of the bed, holding my head in my hands, my eyes closed.

Carla wrapped her arms around me from behind, caressing my chest.

"Don't touch me!" I snapped and stood up as I pushed her hands away; she looked at me, puzzled.

I went to the bathroom. I placed my hands on the counter, closing my eyes. Fuck! I slammed my fist against the mirror; it shattered into a million pieces.

"Blaze! What..." Carla didn't finish her sentence as she saw my bleeding hand. She gasped in horror. "Come here, we should stop the blood." She said, worried as she dragged me out of the bathroom.

I was sitting on the bed without talking while Carla was wiping my blood off.

"Thank you." I said after she had bound up my wounds.

"Don't mention it." She gave me a warm smile.

"Sorry for the mirror. I will send someone to change it tomorrow." I said as I stood up and left her house.

I woke up with a pounding headache the following morning. I went to the bathroom, rubbing my temples.

I switched on the water and stood under the warm water, closing my eyes. I wanted to forget everything. Especially Ashley. I wanted to vanish her from my system completely. From my heart, from my mind, from my soul.

I wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom. After drying myself, I put a black shirt and black suit pants on. Then, I went downstairs.

"To my study! Now!" My father demanded as he saw me.

I sighed and followed him. He went towards his desk.

"What happened, Dad?" I asked, my head was still pounding.

He threw the newspaper towards me on the desk. I sighed and walked towards his desk. I grabbed the newspaper and looked at it.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

There were photos from last night.

Dammit!

"How can you punch the paparazzi?! In front of all cameras. Are you insane?" He barked at me."Is it from there?" He asked, gesturing to my hand.

"No." I replied.

He shook his head, giving me a fake smirk. "Another fight?!"

"No, I slammed my fist into the mirror. Are you happy now?" I snapped.

"Don't raise your voice in front of me!" He snapped at me. "I told you to pull yourself together. But you didn't listen to me. Another fault and I will disinherit you!" He warned me.

I clenched my jaw. "Do what the hell you want!" I hissed and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

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