“He was staring at you the whole time,” I hear Lauren say beside me.
I smirk. “Good.”
Walking into the event is a lavish expensive experience. To me, every gala looks the same, either old Hollywood vibes or modern architecture.
“I’ll see you later.” Lauren nods, walking back to the car just around the corner. Taking a deep breath, I straighten my posture and stroll in with everything I have inside of me.
I quite literally bolt to the bar and order a glass of champagne once I walk in. This reminds me of Monaco, where he and I kissed for the first time. It’s no different. I hear French being spoken all around me with the same hatred I felt for him at the time. The only difference is that he won’t get a single peep or kiss out of me. He kissed that all goodbye when he left me in my apartment to go meet up with his ex.
I walk around observing my surroundings, and then I see his eyes.
Staring at me.
I keep eye contact. He makes his way through the crowd. There are two things I can do in this moment:
1. Walk away without a word.
2. Give him the bare minimum.
He reaches me and I opt for number two. Let’s see if he’ll explain himself.
“I didn’t think I’d see you here.”
“Okay.” I sip my champagne while looking up at him. He gets closer, looking around while his breath fans across my ear. “You look ravishing.” I roll my eyes, stepping back. Swirling the fancy alcoholic beverage with my middle finger, I let the silence sit for a second. Taking the tip of my digit into my mouth, I suck off the liquid.
“I know.” Turning my back to him, I walk away.
I’m bored, meaning I want to leave. I think this whole thing has proven its point. I walk towards the exit after getting a text from the driver who brought me here. That’s until I feel a hand grab my wrist, pulling me into another room. I already know who pulled me in and I don’t think I like it.
“Why are you so pissed off at me? Because as I recall, the last time we talked, you said you missed me.” I snort.
“The mere thought that you don’t know what you did wrong infuriates me in every possible way you can think of,” I say, my back still turned to him.
“I’m sorry for not knowing about the intense grudges you hold just because I exist.”
“You know what, I was really starting to like you. But don’t worry. All that disappeared when I saw you kissing your ex-wife yesterday after leaving me in my apartment.” I turn around and smile. He freezes.
“How the fuck do you know about that?”
“Aw. Are you scared that your side piece knows about what you do when she isn’t around?” I raise my eyebrows at him and dare him to say anything.
“Stop saying you’re a side piece. You are far from that.”
“Well, the picture told me differently.”
“Where did you see this picture?” he asks.
“On a WAGS Instagram page. Don’t ask me how or why I saw it, that’s irrelevant.”
“I paid off the pap right away, like I always do when we do something neither of us expect. How did this get out? I paid him five thousand dollars, Ale!”
“Wait, they have pictures of us?!” I screech.
“They don’t. I always make sure they’re deleted off their camera right away. If this gets out,” He points at me and then himself rapidly. “We would both be fucked, and you know that.” I just look at him, knowing he’s trying to run away from the main issue.
“You saying that you thought that they were deleted makes this even worse. You were just going to lie to my face and tell me that you weren’t fucking anyone else, then go straight to your cheating ex-wife.”
“We didn’t fuck. She kissed me and I pushed her back right after she jumped on me.”